"Mr. Mo Xie...... It's almost there!"

At a low altitude, relying on the 'knock-off' 'angel wings' on his back, he dodged the rocks that were constantly stirred up from the pit.

Flickering raised her hands high, a purple ball of light with a diameter of more than half a meter had already formed between her hands, and judging by its trend, I am afraid there is still a lot of room for growth.

Her face was as pale as paper, and the sweat on her forehead had slid down the contours of her cheeks and wet the shirt on her chest.

It is her ability to create a passage between spaces and spaces, but the 'space gates' (or 'portals') that she has made in the past are a meaning. Most of them are just set up for teleporters.

At that level, the diameter of the 'door' is only 1.5 meters at most, or even smaller.

Many times, when the tall Coulix uses the flickering portal, he will complain with his eyes:

"Can you make the door bigger?"

Of course, this tone is by no means original to Colossus, but just a flickering brain supplement.

However, after feeling the resentment of Coulis so many times, she did not make any adjustments to the size of the space door she opened.

It's not that she doesn't want to, it's that she can't.

The spatial ability is rare among the many variants, but again, it is extremely restrictive.

The space door with a diameter of one meter and five is the optimal size of the flicker after many experiments, and if you want to increase the diameter of the 'door', then you have to pay extra energy.

Let's be honest, the energy in the scintillation body is enough to open the 'one-meter-five door' fifteen times, and if the 'two-meter door' is opened once, then she can only open the 'one-meter-five door' five more times after that.

Therefore, Coulix has always been wronged.

However, this time, the 'door' she was going to open was unprecedented.

"Yikes!"

Clenching his teeth, he desperately squeezed out the energy from his body to use to 'open the door'.

This woman has exceeded her limits, and even she herself does not know how big the 'door' will be this time.

The 'waterfall' of the falling mechanical sentinels was thirty meters wide, and she tried not to think about the number.

"Boom!"

A succession of explosions rang out in the sky, each urging for a flicker.

Her teammate, the man she had been tricked by and had been badly trapped, was single-handedly attracting the attention of the hordes of enemies.

She didn't know how long he would last, so when she felt that she could no longer squeeze energy out of her body, she decisively shouted:

"Mr. Mo Xie! It's okay! Hurry up and 'cut off the stream'!"

"Roger. ”

In the encirclement of many sentinels, Mo Ye, who rushed left and right, and was stumbling left and right, had long been complaining in his heart.

Three hundred mechanical sentinels, even if each individual fired a laser at him, it would be enough for him to drink a pot.

Even if he chose the most correct strategy from the start, however, after destroying the first few machines, he fell into complete passivity.

Attacks are under attack almost every second.

The close-range iron fist and long-range ray, even if they grasp the information of the whole field through their perception and know the trajectory of each attack, they still can't dodge all the attacks.

Because, number one, he wasn't fast enough.

Second, the Sentinel Cluster's attacks were too dense, covering almost all of Mo Xie's possible dodge trajectories.

There's a feeling called 'the whole world is against me'.

A long time ago, Mo Xie thought that this sentence was just a complaint from some frustrated people, but now he has personally experienced this kind of treatment.

There is no escape.

He's like a stupid fish that has thrown himself into a snare.

The telekinetic shield had been reconstructed N times, and Mo Ye's 'blue amount' was rapidly declining, and he felt that the fullness in the depths of his soul was only half of its original one.

"Boom!"

A sword cut off a spike that originally fell towards his head, which was the alienated arm of a sentry, and then quickly replenished the second sword, but due to his excessive flight speed at this moment, Mo Ye's accuracy was lost.

The second sword only slashed past its neck, leaving a shallow mark.

"Count down to five seconds!"

Mo Xie didn't have time to make up the third sword with his backhand, even if the sentry's 'human head' was already at hand, he had no time to care.

He yelled at the communicator.

"Boom!"

The 'angel wings' on his back had been used to the limit, and the roar from the engine was like several grenades bursting in midair.

"Eclipse of the Sun!"

This move doesn't need to meditate on the sword move, it is like a will that has been recorded inside the Huolin Sword, just by injecting the sword qi, this sword will guide Mo Ye's hand to release the crimson sword qi.

A rounded trajectory was drawn in mid-air, and because of the excessive speed, the red rays that should have been unicorn-shaped were stretched into slender, shape-shaped lines.

"Broken!"

In order to create enough 'broken gear' in the 'waterfall', Mo Ye possessed the sword qi and fiercely collided in the 'waterfall' composed of many mechanical sentinels.

His vision was already flooded with red light, and he was completely unaware that what he was doing at the moment was a dangerous move within a dangerous one.

It's not like him.

"Tilt 30 centimeters upwards and control the left wing to shrink 30 degrees. ”

"Slash with your right arm, swing your sword, from top to bottom. ”

"Sideways, spin three times. ”

After almost losing his mind in the battlefield last time, Mo Ye once again entered that strange state.

It seemed that a consciousness in his brain had taken over the movements of his body, and it guided Mo Ye to avoid all the dangers that would hurt him.

Mo Ye swam like a fish in the 'waterfall', from rushing in to rushing out, he didn't leave any scars on his body.

The waterfall was torn apart again, and this time, the location of the 'broken stream' was three meters wide!

"It's now!"

Mo Xie didn't know if there were five seconds from just now to now, and in that state of crisis, the ghost would have the heart to time.

Five seconds is just a virtual finger.

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Brady in 1973 was a simple boy.

He smoked, drank alcohol, got tattoos, took drugs, slept with different girls every day, and sometimes mixed with more than one person.

But he knew he was a good boy.

(Ahem!)

Because, he believes, if someone else has the same abilities as himself, I'm afraid that those people will do things that are many times more 'excessive' than his own.

“I‘m_a_luckey_man~”

On this day, as usual, he went to visit his medicine head, and by the way, he hooked up with a few new girls, and after changing a few 'magic' about electric lights, he asked for their numbers.

After doing all this, the man walked back to his apartment satisfied.

He pulled the key out of his trouser pocket humming a nondescript tune, but the smile on his face disappeared when he inserted it into the keyhole.

It was like an oil stain meeting a certain laundry detergent, and the smile on his face disappeared in an instant.

He found that the 'mark' he had placed in the keyhole when he went out was gone.

“I‘m_living_in_a_god_dame_fuc―king_city~”

The minor tune in his mouth did not stop, but as far as the lyrics were concerned, it had gone from cheerful to cursing.

The mark he placed in the air would never have disappeared into thin air.

"Someone's in there!"

There is no doubt about it.

"Will it be from the government, or just some people from the road?"

Brady had dozens of conjectures popping up in his mind in an instant, but even though he knew that his apartment was visited by some uninvited guests, he still didn't choose to leave in the first place.

Because, this man is full of confidence in his own abilities.

"No matter what, the visitor is a guest, and he has to be entertained. ”

Brady, who was still a teenager, smiled wryly.