The white light is like a comet falling into the world, gorgeous and deadly.

After all, there is a limit to the diffusion range of sword qi, and a superior technique such as the Holy Spirit Sword Technique cannot make sword qi a long-range weapon in the true sense.

The sword, after all, is a short soldier.

Mo Xie stood in the midst of a hail of bullets, drawing several rings on his sides with both hands before the first bullet hit him.

"Shock!"

It was the first time he had cast his 'Concussion Sword' in both directions at the same time, and as soon as the move came out, the ripples in the air had not yet been generated, but all the clothes on his body had turned into shreds.

The sturdy and perfect oriental physique was revealed in plain sight, and the soldiers who witnessed this scene even regretted pulling the trigger.

However, this regret quickly faded away, and it should have been around for no more than a hundredth of a second.

Compared to the psychological changes of the soldiers, the speed of the bullet will be a little faster, and in any case, the body will be faced with a rain of ammunition in the next moment.

He will be destroyed?

Or will the ammunition miss again?

"Poof. ”

The guns and cannons all over the city pierced the sky, and naturally covered up the slight trembling.

The transparent ripples are generated with Mo Ye as the center, one after another, like a stone thrown into the water.

"Smack!"

Before it hit Mo Xie's body, the bullet hit the ripples.

They were bounced off and thrown out in different and irregular trajectories, some to the ground, some into the sky, and many more into houses and makeshift fortifications.

"Ahh

Someone was screaming, but his voice didn't make it past the roar of the guns to be heard.

The weak voice could not cover the roar of the prosperous age.

And what about the countless weak voices superimposed?

And what about a little bit bigger?

A cannonball that was supposed to fall on Mo Ye was bounced into a fortification, and the explosion destroyed half of the entire building, and then the world suddenly fell silent.

The weak wails began to resound throughout the four fields, and gradually became heard by the world.

"This ...... It's a monster ......."

A firearm fell to the ground.

"What kind of mutant is this...... I've seen it in the movie, and it seems to be called Man X...... That ability just now, is it a rebound?"

The events in front of us are beyond ordinary people's understanding.

"We can't deal with this guy! Reinforcements! Where are the reinforcements? Where are the orders from the command? Where is the command?"

"Call Command! Call Command!"

No one answered all these questions, and their immediate superiors had fled in the fastest plane long before Mo Xie fell.

No more orders were given.

No more reinforcements.

Is it the point that they were sent here to watch a live-action XMAN show and at the same time be left as miscellaneous soldiers to foil each other's strength?

This is the real world, not a set, and every life that falls no longer has a chance to repeat itself.

What to do?

War?

Escape?

The soldiers hesitated, but the ripples in the air did not.

After losing pressure from all sides (ammunition bombardment), the ripples quickly began to expand.

The ripples were spherical, like a huge cover, and the ground it had touched had sunk into a deep pit, but now the ripples expanded again, and the ground did not collapse again.

The ground began to tremble and crack, and debris of all colors flew up and shot away.

After the enemy no longer provided firepower, Mo Xie began firing his own ammunition.

Stones, clods of dirt, tar, and water pipe debris are fast enough to penetrate the tank's armor.

With Mo Xie as the center, the surrounding buildings and fortifications quickly crumbled, and the soldiers were forced to pull the trigger again and reload their ammunition.

Seeing that Jianye City was about to be lively again, a loud roar and a yellow talisman falling from the sky stopped everything.

"Mo Daoyou and stop your anger!"

The yellow talisman landed on the ripples, and unlike any other foreign object before it, it was not bounced off, but only reduced to debris in an instant. But with the shattering of the yellow talisman, the ripples created by Mo Xie also lost their flags, stopped their drums, and turned into nothingness.

What a clever talisman!

What a clever man!

casually took out a shirt from the space bracelet and covered it on his body, Mo Ye looked at the sky.

He saw twenty-nine figures, the first one was a lupine scarf, sitting on a wooden chair, like Zhuge Kongming who had walked out of a book.

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Zhou's house, underground.

The formation still emitted a dark blue light, but Zhou Xinyan, who was trapped in the formation, never scolded a word again.

"Hmm...... Well...... Hmmm......"

He lowered his head, a muffled voice in his throat kept coming out, and two lines of bloody tears flowed from his face.

He probably didn't want to shed tears, but the pain caused him to frown, tugging at the muscles in his face, causing the eye wound to rupture that hadn't healed.

Just now, he was subjected to the highest torture cohort for any man.

He's not a man anymore.

The tiger falls in Pingyang, nothing more than this.

"I really shouldn't ...... Drank that cup of tea......"

Zhou Xinyan gritted his teeth, he was no different from a mortal now after he was sealed, and it was not a day or two since he ended up in such a situation, but every day he would let out such a sigh.

The one who can be remembered like this should be the culprit who knocked him into the clouds, right?

What kind of tea would harm a monk in the late Yuan Dynasty to such a situation?

What kind of poison could deceive Zhou Xinyan, who was well-informed and amazingly cultivated?

The medicine that can poison the monk can only be the elixir, and the medicine that can be used to turn the monk in the late infancy can only be the medicine that ranks among the best in the world.

"Collusion with interracial ...... I didn't expect that my Zhou Xinyan Hero I killed countless aliens, but in the end, I was planted in the hands of aliens...... Retribution is unpleasant...... Retribution is not happy!!"

He suddenly laughed, trembling with laughter, laughing so much that he couldn't stop bleeding, and blood kept dripping from his eyes and lower body.

He thought he didn't have much blood to shed, but he was wrong.

It's like he thought he could be invincible in the world with his own realm.

He wanted to die, but he didn't want to.

Perhaps, there is still some hope in his heart.

Hope to be saved.

Hope escapes.

Hope to see the light of day again.

I hope that all the rebels will be killed.

The thing of 'hope' is based on 'possibility', looking at Zhou Xinyan's current miserable appearance, is it really possible for him to get out of the predicament?