The blue-shirted monk who threw himself in the air was about to be in his early thirties, with a shrewd and powerful look on his face, especially a pair of eyes, which were even more fierce, and he knew at a glance that he was not a good person.

"Tuk Tuk ......"

The dull sound of energy machine guns exploded again.

Without hesitation, the warriors of the "centipede" opened fire on the newly emerging enemy.

The blue-shirted monk was furious, and with a flick of his wrist, a fireball flew out, straight through one of the shooting holes of the "centipede", and then screamed so badly that the hatch of the centipede opened, and several fireballs tumbled out. Looking closely, it turned out to be a figure, but at this moment, it has been burned into a ball of fire.

In a matter of moments, the warriors fell to the ground and died.

A casual blow has great power, and according to Tolsi's combat experience in the past few days, this person is very likely to be a high-level spirit child. Although the spirit child is the most basic cultivator in the cultivation world, it is the starting point of the cultivator. But for ordinary warriors and old mechas, the high-level spirit child is already a god-like existence, and it is almost irresistible.

The blue-shirted monk wiped out the centipede with a raise of his hand, and then viciously stared at the Furious Type Three.

Tolsie only felt a chill rise suddenly.

He knew very well that he had reached the most critical juncture. Alone in a furious Type 3, without any comrades-in-arms to cover, in the face of a truly angry high-level spirit child, he knew better than anyone what the outcome would be.

But at this time, any cowardice, begging for mercy is useless.

The main cannon was still being charged, and he couldn't wait anyway, so Torsi didn't hesitate to press the launch button, "Tuk Tuk Tuk-", and the energy machine gun rained down a torrent of energy bullets towards the Blue-shirted Monk.

"Mole ants!"

The blue-shirted monk snorted coldly, ignoring the energy bullets pouring out like a storm, and with a flip of his wrist, a talisman appeared.

All the energy bullets were bounced off by the faint protective light shield in front of him, and they couldn't hurt him in the slightest.

The blue-shirted monk said something in his mouth, and with a wave of his hand, the talisman flew into the air, suddenly burning, and a swarthy hammer appeared in the air. It's obviously a talisman that comes out, but it's like a substance.

Looking at such a hammer that seemed to be in existence, Tolsy had an extremely strange look on his face.

There was no doubt that the Blue-Coated Monk was planning to use the hammer against him.

The problem is, the hammer doesn't look too scary. You must know that although his Rage III has a slightly weaker protective power, it is really made of all-metal, with a total weight of forty-two tons, a height of nearly five meters, and an energy shield. What kind of damage can such a non-existent transfiguration hammer do to such a behemoth?

It's really a moment to make people's brains turn for a while.

Seeing that the ant did not turn around and run, it was still firing wildly, and the muzzle of the 180 mm caliber energy cannon was shining, and it was completing the final stage of charging. The blue-shirted friar almost blew his lungs.

This is a blatant provocation against him.

It's just an ant, it's really a lot of guts!

"Broken!"

The blue-shirted monk let out a loud shout, and the swarthy sledgehammer suspended in the air slammed down on the Fury Three.

"Boom!"

The result was completely beyond Tolsi's imagination, he only felt a huge force suppressing from the top of the mecha's head, and the forty-two-ton fire support mecha didn't even have the slightest strength to resist, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Tolsy saw Venus scurrying up in front of him, and he was almost knocked unconscious.

Fury III has a catapult escape device, and in case of emergency, the pilot can carry a simple mecha and eject to escape. The cockpit is directly embedded in the improvised mecha, and the entire improvised mecha is a catapult capsule.

However, Tolsie only felt his head thumping, and his whole body was weak, and he did not even have the strength to activate the catapult device.

"Ant, suffer death!"

The blue-shirted monk leapt down from the sky, entered the factory, held aloft a snow-bright ghost-headed broadsword, and strode forward.

If this knife goes down, the fragile Fury Type 3 will be divided into two, and Tolsi, who is trapped in the cockpit, will naturally be unable to escape his fate.

"Hey, boy, don't touch my CRT ......"

Suddenly, a strange cry sounded not far away.

At the same time, the dull gunfire of "tuk tuk" also rang out.

There is still a big difference between the sound of the SK15's gunshot and the sound fired by the energy gun.

This Cheng Biting Jin, who was killed halfway, was naturally Zhang Tianjiu who arrived in time. Hurry up, as soon as you step into the factory, you will see this scene, fortunately hurry up, otherwise, 30 kilograms of CRT will be gone.

This is absolutely intolerable to Zhang Tianjiu.

Raindrops of high-strength fiber bullets poured down on the Blue-Shirted Friar, but surprisingly did not tear the Blue-Shirted Monk to pieces, but made a crisp sound of "clanging" metal, and bounced off both sides.

"Nima, armor again?"

Zhang Tianjiu suddenly felt a headache.

He was most annoyed that these monks were wearing armor, invulnerable, and invulnerable. Isn't this cheating? You are all cultivators, and you already have such a huge advantage, and Nima still wears armor, so you can't give others a way to live?

"Armor?"

"Mole ant, I haven't heard of it, Lao Tzu is a double cultivator of law and martial arts!"

The blue-shirted monk turned his head sharply and stared at Zhang Tianjiu, his face full of contempt.

Sergeant Zhang's heart sank suddenly.

He has fought with the monks for more than 300 years, and the last thing he wants to face is the bastard of the dual cultivation of law and martial arts. Most of the cultivators in the cultivation world are mainly cultivating spells, and the tempering of the body is mainly focused on the use of cosmic energy. Although their sensory acuity and physical strength were far above those of ordinary technological humans, among the monks, they were just ordinary.

This kind of monk who specializes in cultivating spells is called Dharma cultivation.

There is also a kind of monk who pays special attention to the tempering of the physical body, and trains the body to be extremely strong, which can be regarded as a different way. This kind of monk who mainly tempers the physical body is called martial cultivation.

In the cultivation realm, martial cultivation is less than law cultivation.

After all, tempering the physical body has its limits, so it seems that it is not cost-effective to delay the time of cultivating spells. Moreover, most people's physical fitness is not very suitable for body refining.

The guy who really defies the sky is to practice spells and alchemy at the same time.

This kind of guy who cultivates both law and martial arts is a genius without exception. Although it takes a lot of time and it is extremely difficult to advance, after cultivating successfully, it is often the strongest combat power among the cultivators of the same level.

All monks who can cultivate both law and martial arts are the key training objects in their sects.

This blue-shirted monk is actually a dual cultivator of law and martial arts, which is really a bit unexpected.

And it's still a high-level spirit child.

With Zhang Tianjiu's current strength, in the case of light equipment, he may still have the strength to fight head-on against the junior spirit child. If the opponent is replaced by a mid-level spirit child, then there is only one way left to sneak attack with metal bullets. To deal with high-level spirit children, the certainty of a sneak attack with metal bullets is not too great, unless the opponent is unsuspecting and is shot at close range. It was as if on the way here, they ambushed the small group of four monks, the high-ranking spirit boy wearing bulletproof armor, who was shot in the head by him.

But right now, this guy is a high-level spirit boy with dual cultivation of law and martial arts, and he doesn't have any chance of sneak attack at all.

These 30 kilograms of CRT are really hard to earn, and if you don't do it, you have to put yourself in it.

"Tuk-tuk-"

More gunfire rang out.

"Boss, kill him!"

Berry Hao's dry voice.

His entire squad arrived, and seeing a monk standing in front of Zhang Tianjiu, Berry and the others opened fire without thinking about it.

Along the way, the gunpowder gun repeatedly made achievements, tearing the bodies of many monks, and Burry and others gradually developed a certain blind superstitious psychology about SK15, feeling that under the dense rain of high-strength fiber bullets, the dogs were scum!

The term "double cultivation of law and martial arts", it is estimated that they have never even heard of it.

"Stop for my brother, don't come over, do you hear me?"

The sweat on Zhang Tianjiu's forehead came down, and he didn't turn his head back, pulling his neck and shouting.

A few lightly armed infantry wearing only the thinnest bulletproof vests are definitely looking for death when they come over like this!

As long as the blue-shirted monk sacrificed the magic weapon, a shining arc was drawn down, and Burry and the others were all reimbursed.

Zhang Tianjiu didn't want Tolsy to be saved before he was saved, and his team would be wiped out here.

In fact, there was no need for him to yell, Berry and they had already stopped. For they found that the high-strength fiber bullets, which were very effective against the other monks, had no effect on the blue-shirted monk.

Seeing the bullets "chirping" from the blue-shirted monk's side, Burry and the others felt a chill in their hearts, knowing that they were in big trouble.

At this moment, the Fury Type 3 "bang", and a simple mecha ejected out, and instantly shot to the side.

"Want to run?"

The blue-shirted monk sneered, and before he saw him pinching the trick, a shining flying sword was sacrificed and slashed towards Torsi.

"Tuk!"

Another gunshot rang out.

The flying sword that had already been slashed suddenly flew out and flew to the side.

Everyone was stunned and couldn't believe their eyes.

Zhang Tianjiu actually knocked the flying sword away with one shot!

This kind of thing, don't say that it has never been seen before, it is simply unheard of and undreamable. With the speed of a flying sword, it is no less difficult to do so than to hit another out of the chamber with one bullet.

It's even more difficult.

Even the blue-shirted monk didn't expect it, standing there, looking Zhang Tianjiu up and down, unable to hide the surprise on his face.

Since the invasion of Nolei Star, he has killed all the way here, and he has never met a technological warrior like Zhang Tianjiu.

This kid is a bit of an evil man.

"Mole ant, you're not afraid of death?"

"Nonsense!"

Zhang Tianjiu laughed and took a heavy sip.

"Why don't you even capture prisoners, Lao Tzu can live if he is afraid of death?"

Zhang Jiuye was angry and complained about the unreasonable "captive policy" of the monk army.