No longer looking at Chen Xinhai, who was kneeling on one knee, Hannibal turned around, looked at the streamer flying sword in the distance, and slowly stretched out his right hand. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Magnetic field derivation - metal molding - tempered reinforcement!"

With a thunderous roar, vehicles, streetlights, guardrails ...... All the metal objects on both sides of the street rushed frantically in front of Hannibal, and finally stopped in the void.

Immediately, all the metal slowly deformed in the levitation, fused together, and became a steel barrier that cut off the entire street!

- This is the Iron Seat!

Hannibal Clauseves's voice remained as calm as ever, and he said, "Go ahead." ”

Chen Xinhai's face was expressionless, and his right hand hit his heart heavily, "Swear by your soul." ”

Before the words fell, on the edge of the night, countless streamer flying swords suddenly lit up.

As if he had finally found the traces of the psyker, the blade of the sword turned and rushed towards the alley where the two of them were!

Hannibal's eyes froze, and he said in a deep voice: "Chen! Get out of here, don't shadow just yet, I'll get the enemy's attention for you! Wait until the battle officially begins, and then you can shadow and escape! ”

Chen Xinhai nodded silently, stood up, made a final salute, and rushed into the distance quickly.

Looking at the Streamer Flying Sword speeding in the distance, Hannibal said, "Let me see how powerful the so-called Great Bloodline is. ”

In an instant, three steel barriers were erected in succession on the block, arranged in mid-air in a staircase, facing the attack path of the flying sword.

At this moment, blood boiled in Hannibal's chest.

The first round of hand-to-hand combat does not represent anything at all, this is just a temptation.

He was looking forward to the real battle with that Highness!

Although it may be just a delusion, Hannibal also looks forward to whether it is possible for him to defeat the bloodline of the emperor!

And Chen Xinhai, who was in the distance, couldn't help but turn around.

He is honored to witness this historic battle.

The only regret is that it is impossible to witness the most intense moment of the battle.

With the strength of the Iron Seat, even if it is defeated in the end, it can hold out for an incomparably long time.

And this simple start doesn't have much viewing value.

What Chen Xinhai really cares about is whether the captain can have a chance to gain the upper hand in the stalemate battle.

"About seven minutes into the battle, there will probably be the first turnaround...... Unfortunately, I'm afraid I can't see it. ”

Chen Xinhai sighed, his heart was full of regret, turned his head, and continued to talk.

Finally, he casually glanced at the battlefield behind him.

The first streamer flying sword, colliding with the steel barrier. Immediately, the steel barrier was easily torn apart!

Hannibal: "......"

Chen Xinhai: "......"

For a while, the expressions of the two of them were completely frozen.

it?

What about the first situation of the good match?

What about a turnaround in the right seven minutes?

With a keen sense of smell on the battlefield, Hannibal sensed the approach of danger, and his head was covered in cold sweat, and his spiritual energy fluctuated sharply.

"Magnetic field decomposition - parallel curing - multiple superposition!"

As the shouts rang out, a faint blue light flashed on the second steel barrier!

Chen Xinhai had already forgotten to flee, cold sweat was streaming down his forehead, staring at the streamer flying sword that was rapidly approaching the steel barrier.

As if tearing a piece of waste paper with his hand, the Streamer Sword cut through the barrier that had been stacked by multiple psionic powers, and continued to rush towards Hannibal without stopping.

Hannibal: "......"

Chen Xinhai: "......"

“fuck！ What a joke! ”

In the moments before the Streamer Flying Sword was about to approach, the sluggish Mr. Iron Seat finally reacted, roaring wildly, using all his strength, urging all his spiritual energy to attach to the third steel barrier.

This is Hannibal's last hole card in the defensive psionic realm.

On the Syrian battlefield, he relied on this trick to resist the air-to-surface missile bombardment of the US F-22 fighter jet!

Finally, in the face of the last defense of the Iron Seat, the remaining strength of the Streamer Flying Sword was finally exhausted, and it did not penetrate the steel barrier, but slowly dissipated after the blade passed through a few inches.

Exhausted, Hannibal sat down on the ground and said dizzily, "This ...... This ...... It's time to end, right? ”

The person who answered him was Chen Xinhai, and Mr. Black Hand did not run away, but silently returned to the same place and sat down with a grief-stricken face.

Hannibal looked confused: "??? ”

Chen Xinhai continued to be grief-stricken and pointed to the sky casually.

Hundreds of golden rays of light rushed from the edge of the night to this place!

As a result, Hannibal's eyes went black.

Before being overwhelmed by the Streamer Flying Sword, the last thought that flashed through the two of them was very simple.

"If you have a chance in your next life, you must kill the stupid ...... who sent the assassination mission"

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Under the vast night, on the roof of a nearly 100-story building, Su Mufeng was lazily half lying on a recliner.

Beside him, the Siberian Husky...... No, it was Miss Shanoana, who was peeling an apple for him with a look of grievance.

Obviously, as a fighting people from Russia, and one of the world's most outstanding special forces aces, our Miss Shanoyana is very, very, extremely reluctant to do this kind of maid-like work.

But as the saying goes, under the domestication of Su Mufeng, Miss Shanoyana, who degenerated from a polar bear to a Siberian husky, has no choice to resist.

On the side, in Su Mufeng's ...... Forehead...... In her arms, Su Yuji had a strange face, closed her eyes helplessly, and let Su Mufeng be light.

Obviously, Su Mufeng, who is in a blackened state, has nothing to do with the word "moral concept" for the time being.

Of course, he has been subtly influenced by his sister, even if he is blackened, Su Mufeng is also a good boy.

-- At least just a hug, and the two hands are still honestly not moving.

Other than that, at most......

Rub.

Rub.

With a satisfied smile on his face, Su Mufeng hugged Su Yuji's soft and fragrant body, rubbing it back and forth, like a baby sucking milk, almost greedily breathing the aroma of Su Yuji's body.

Of course, as a boy with normal physiology, with a sister paper in his arms, Mount Everest must be rising in altitude with the collision of the Eurasian plate and the Indian Ocean plate.

……

what？ Don't understand?

Well, in a nutshell.

It's hard.

Touched Su Yuji's ass.

As a result, Su Yuji's face became even more strange, her fingers trembled slightly, and a faint murderous aura filled the air.

Su Mufeng, whose IQ was offline, didn't notice the anger of the big sister in his arms at all, and was still talking happily.

"Well, how about we have a baby?" (To be continued.) )