The helicopter gunship was aimed at Huang Zhicheng and Wang Yuyu, who were in the midst of a fierce fight, and poured fire frantically, and the 30mm single-barreled chain gun kept swallowing tongues of fire all the time. Bullets that could easily pierce through the steel plates bombarded the center of the warband at a rate of more than 800 rounds per minute. From time to time, the missiles mounted on the plane also roared and launched at the right time, exploding vicious fireworks in the sky.

Wang Yuyu's fat body twisted flexibly at lightning speed, giving up half of his body, just avoiding a shuttle of bullets from behind.

With his concession, Huang Zhicheng was just exposed to the ballistic trajectory that the bullet must pass through. But Huang Zhicheng couldn't avoid it at all, and those bullets, without exception, all passed by him by incomparably coincidence.

Between retreating and advancing, Huang Zhicheng suddenly grabbed the upper hand, he seized this fleeting moment, twisted his waist and worked hard, and made a gesture in danger with a cannon mallet, and went straight to Wang Yuyu's face. The punch was so fast and fierce that it directly hit a sonic boom.

Wang Yuyu's eyes were sharp, his fingers were sharp, he attacked with an attack, and a powerful lightning bolt pierced the sky and slashed straight at Huang Zhicheng.

Although Huang Zhicheng's punch is fast, the lightning is three points faster than it. However, no matter how exquisitely and accurately Wang Yuyu manipulated it, the lightning that should have hit the target was somehow a little bit off at the critical moment, and it only destroyed Huang Zhicheng's sunglasses, but it didn't hurt him at all. In the flash of lightning, the huge scar on Huang Zhicheng's face was hideous and dazzling. The dark red scar squirmed like a centipede, like a demonstration, like a mockery.

Again, Wang Yuyu's face sank like water. At this time, Huang Zhicheng's heavy punch had already hit. At the last moment, Wang Yuyu once again showed amazing speed, he flashed with lightning all over his body, turned into thunder, and narrowly avoided the strength of his fist. At the same time, he suddenly appeared behind Huang Zhicheng, rubbed his palms into knives, and turned around to slash.

Huang Zhicheng missed a blow, and immediately turned defense into attack as if he had expected it, just blocking Wang Yuyu's offensive without leaking.

The helicopter gunship adjusted its position and another round of bullets hit accurately, and Wang Yuyu didn't bother to look at it, which was nothing more than an insignificant disease of ringworm and scabies to him. He either urged Lei Fa to block it casually, or he changed his body shape and avoided it directly, and walked in the rain of bullets easily and casually.

What really made Wang Yuyu feel tricky was Huang Zhicheng, who was close at hand. The two were obviously fighting closely, and the distance between each other was only half a body at most, but Huang Zhicheng did not avoid it, and the bullets always passed by him, not only that, but even Wang Yuyu's repeated heavy blows always missed him.

In a short period of time, Wang Yuyu has used thirteen different attack methods in a row, but whether it is hand-to-hand combat with fists and feet, or Taoism and thunder techniques, whether it is a strong attack on the body, or a direct idea, the usual invincible offensive has never been able to hit Huang Zhicheng. Powerful and difficult to apply, straight is bitter. Is this Huang Zhicheng's Heavenly Dao Xing "opening up when he meets me"? It is really a first-class and disgusting Dao Xing.

In normal times, in the face of this kind of almost scoundrel Taoism, Wang Yuyu is confident that he can create all kinds of situations, slowly find out the flaws, or simply ignore them and leave. But at this moment, if he wants to accomplish the "important thing" that he has been planning for a long time, he must take Tan Xuan and Sun Suhe with him, how can he just leave in a chic manner? And there is not so much time for him to spend here, he must completely solve Huang Zhicheng's troubles in a short period of time.

However, Huang Zhicheng is an experienced man, he holds a defensive position, does not show any flaws, and occasionally seizes the opportunity to attack a few moves, although none of them have worked so far, but it also makes Wang Yuyu annoyed.

Wang Yuyu snorted coldly and manipulated the magnetic force to neutralize an approaching missile. At the same time, he waved his hands sharply, and countless thunderballs appeared out of thin air, these thunderballs seemed ordinary, but in fact, their power was restrained but not revealed, each of them contained terrifying power, if it exploded on the ground without reservation, it could be eroded for dozens of miles casually. The thunderball overwhelmingly blocked all directions and began to besiege Huang Zhicheng from all directions.

Huang Zhicheng did not retreat but advanced, facing the thunderball and attacking Wang Yuyu. Although the number of thunderballs is large and the density is large, they are always affected by a dark force at critical moments, and if there is such and such a problem, it will not be able to hit Huang Zhicheng.

"Do you really want to use that trick?" Wang Yuyu's mind turned sharply, secretly calculating the gains and losses.

Huang Zhicheng urged "open when he meets me", and he has words of suffering in his heart. He even had some doubts that this person was really Wang Yuyu? According to the information he knew, although Wang Yuyu was an old-timer who had been famous for many years, his strength was at most comparable to his own. And his greatest strength should be poetic talent. Back then, Wang Yuyu coincidentally got the song "Reward Cao Serving Yu Xiang County to See the Mail", "The Spring Breeze is Infinite Xiao Xiangyi", and many people are envious of his poetic talent.

But in this battle, Wang Yuyu didn't show his poetic talent for some reason, but showed a unique Lei Fa attainment in the world, which was even more powerful than his poetic talent.

From the very beginning of this battle, Huang Zhicheng has always fallen behind, although he can occasionally seize a few opportunities, but to no avail. Wang Yuyu's strength greatly exceeded his imagination. Huang Zhicheng himself is a famous master in the world, of course, there are people who can beat him, but there are definitely not many.

But this time, whether it's power, speed, moves...... The other party is better than him. There is only one thing he can surpass Wang Yuyu, and that is the wonderful characteristic of "opening when you meet me". Huang Zhicheng is able to maneuver so far with this hand.

"It's not a way to go on like this, do you really want to use that thing today?" but ......" Huang Zhicheng hesitated in his heart. He narrowly managed to finally get out of the thunderball's encirclement, ready to continue looking for opportunities, if he didn't have a choice, he really didn't want to use that last killer move.

At this moment, Wang Yuyu saw that it was difficult to control Huang Zhicheng for a while, and suddenly the target turned and went straight to the armed helicopter hovering around the battle circle.

"Is this fly your man? ”

"Oops. Huang Zhicheng's heart sank, he knew that his speed was slightly inferior, and when he caught up, the helicopter would have been shot down a long time ago.

"Damn, I don't have to use it now. He turned his heart sideways, and at the moment when Wang Yuyu left, a hidden missile on the helicopter was fired head-on at Wang Yuyu.

Wang Yuyu originally wanted to dispose of the missile casually as before, but his heart suddenly trembled, and an inexplicable warning was born.

"What is this?"

At this moment's hesitation, the missile had already detonated.

The whole sky was as bright as day in an instant, and no, even the fiercest midday sun could not match that intensity. Red, purple, gold...... It was light, and the sky was full of gorgeous and gorgeous light, as if all the brilliance of heaven and earth was gathered here, solemn, magnificent, and terrifying.

"The sky is full of strange light, like the power of the Holy Spirit, and only a thousand suns can compete with it. ”

This is a verse from the ancient Indian hymn Bhagavad Gita.

When the first atomic bomb was tested, Oppenheimer, known as the father of the atomic bomb, witnessed the earth-shattering and terrifying power at the scene. His heart shook and he kept reciting the verse.

Sun Suhe, who was halfway up the mountainside below, quickly closed his eyes with tears in his eyes. He was so shocked by the terrifying power that he couldn't help but think of this episode that he had seen in World War II documentaries.

"God, it's not really some kind of miniature nuclear bomb, is it?"