Watching the missile enter the sea, Mo Qian desperately dived to the bottom of the sea.

It was only ten meters deep in the sea, and he leaned back against the mud on the bottom of the sea and looked back.

I saw that the missile blasted open the cabin and blew up the hull of the ship, and the fishing boat where Lego was went directly into the sky, and exploded into countless pieces of wreckage and shot into the bottom of the sea.

Sure enough, it's not a big warhead, this power is as powerful as a multi-traumatic cruiser, and it may not even be able to sink it.

However, it bombed only fishing boats, the steel planks were shattered in an instant, and the diesel fuel spread rapidly in the sea, turning into a sea of fire.

At the same time, the surrounding ships also exploded, and the continuous bombardment was spectacular, and Mo Qian lay on the bottom of the sea as if looking at the stars, and the countless iron plate fragments were meteor showers.

At this time, Gou Ye asked him for safety, and Mo Qian opened his eagle eye in response, ready to seriously avoid the impact of the next wreckage, but he didn't expect to see a bad figure.

Lego! is not far from the bottom of the sea.

"When did you come down?" Mo was stunned, his mouth bubbling out, and he had no breath out.

This guy seemed to jump off the boat right after him, although he had extensive burns on his body, and even half of his body was blurred with flesh and blood, but he was not dead.

He continued to sink in the sea, and saw Mo Qian stretching out his hand to him with a hopeful gaze.

Mo Qianxin said What are you struggling with? Isn't it good to die honestly? Learn what boat I jumped on?

Obviously, this guy was calm before, and even asked him for candy, as if he was mentally prepared to face death calmly.

How do you know that when the missile comes, it is just the same as yourself, and you are so frightened that you jump directly into the sea.

There was a great terror between life and death, and he knew that he would definitely die, but at that moment he just wanted to live a little longer.

It's good now, this half-dead suffocation in the sea, I don't know what kind of impact I will suffer.

"Poof!"

An iron railing broke through the seawater, and was driven by the shock wave and inserted directly into the Lego vest, and his whole person was like a blood cell, infected with a large area of seawater.

Where would Mo Qian care about him, he opened his eagle eyes and dodged countless wrecks that sank into the sea.

Watching Mo Qi at the bottom of the sea like a fish in water, Lego, tormented by the stuffiness and water pressure, is like a fish dried up on the shore, desperately struggling to die.

At this moment, a spiral stream of water not far away swept at a rapid speed, and the two of them were swept together.

"Tornado?" Ink Poor sighed that the tornado had still formed, but Lego wouldn't live long.

He didn't care much, and now he just had to think about living.

As Mo Qian was rolled up, he quickly grabbed a piece of deck wreckage and threw it into the distance.

I want to drag myself out of the tornado in the form of a human sword.

On the other hand, Lego was miserable, and he ascended to the sky involuntarily, and the moment he was swept in, he swayed upwards and rushed out of the sea directly with a cloud of blood mist.

The sea is blazing, and the ultra-high steam is enough to burn a person.

Lego wailed bitterly, and his broken body was like a piece of meat put into a hot pot, and suddenly changed color and shrunk together.

Half of the cruise ship flew from the other side, like a giant hammer swinging in the air, slamming into him.

There was no plasma, only a black lump sticking to it.

A bolt of lightning struck, and the sticky matter bloomed with a strong white light, turning into a wisp of green smoke and drifting away with the wind.

The half-section of the cruise ship also disintegrated again, dismembered by two huge tornadoes, and became an even more fragmented iron frame, floating away in the tornado.

"Boom!" It wasn't until Lego crushed the bones that the thunder belated.

"Finally hanging, missile bombardment, sharps penetration, whirlwind tearing, steam shabu-shabu, cruise ship ramming, lightning vaporization...... No wonder the bullets don't have a row at all. ”

Seeing Lego's death with his own eyes, Mo Qian was relieved.

As expected, this is the end of the design book's interference.

However, the furious two-headed tornado did not stop.

It was still raging on the sea, and even with such violence, the flames were not completely extinguished, and they were still burning in the wind and on the sea.

Such a big scene is not just a stop. Accidental design books don't end disasters just because the target dies.

It's not up to it, it's just about creating accidents, and if the target dies, it's just that it won't continue to cause accidents.

When will this situation disappear in the future, naturally the universe will look at it by itself, and the design book has been closed.

Fortunately, it is quite far from the coastline, and due to the influence of the heat of the sea of fire, although the tornado accelerates to form, it also accelerates and disappears, and the duration will be very short.

But no matter how short it is, it doesn't disappear all at once.

Nature has been enraged, and the two-headed tornado is blooming its last power before it dissipates......!

Under such a natural disaster, there is no reason, no identity, and no mercy.

Even if it is the emperor Lao Tzu, he also said that death is death, there is always a way in heaven, and there is no mercy to talk about under natural disasters, and he can only live by his ability.

Mo Qian relied on the sword of man to resist each other, and he was about to pull himself out of the range of the tornado.

However, the power of the tornado is not necessarily its center, but the countless debris in the outer ring.

Tornadoes devastate fleets, stirring up countless scraps of steel, each a murderous weapon.

"Sting!" A steel plate quickly brushed across Mo Qian's chest, tearing off a piece of flesh and blood in an instant, and the wound was deep enough to see the bones, which naturally broke his might.

"Goo-goo-goo......"

Mo Qiao's chest bubbled wildly, and countless frozen gases gushed out from it, forming tiny ice picks and radial ice flowers under the turbulent seaspouts.

These ice picks and ice flowers form a white streamer of glaciers in the direction of the spiral.

"Poof!"

Mo Qian felt the sharp pain of his body being pulled by the traction, clenched his teeth, and did not let go, seeing that he was about to get out of the range of the vortex, but unexpectedly, half of the propeller blades smashed up behind him.

He snorted, and a large bubble of ice slag erupted from behind him.

Fortunately, he had received his second shot not long ago, and he was in a state of extremely high outburst, but this state did not last long, and he had to get out of the tornado as soon as possible.

But there are too many debris to dance with the tornado, and each of them is as threatening as a bullet under the powerful potential energy.

Mo Qiao's body was scraped all over his body, and every time he was injured, he tried his best to gather his power and forcibly press the blood into his body.

After more than ten seconds, a refrigerator formed around him, and the frozen sea water tightly wrapped around him, instead becoming a protective cover.

The simple air is powerful, the defense is average, and it can't block the impact of bullets, but after mixing ice cubes and some iron bumps, the effect is surprisingly good.

He shed dozens of milliliters of blood, and it froze nearly a ton of seawater around him.

There was a mixture of steel plates, iron railings, a half-section boiler, and a hatch......

actually made a copper wall and wrapped himself in a coffin.

Finally, there was no further injury.

Mo Qian took advantage of the deck to displace, and then the whole person hid in the ice block iron frame, kept away from the tornado, and finally fell to the bottom of the sea a hundred meters away from exhaustion.

He was running out of strength, he could barely hold anything, he had lost so much blood that he had been injected twice in a row, and now he would go into shock as soon as the effect of the medicine had passed.

In the last hour, while the effect of the medicine was still there, he dug a pit in the soft mud and lay down in it.

Countless wrecks and ice slag covered him, burying him at the bottom of the sea.

This is his last measure of self-preservation, and it would be suicide to replace someone else, but he is different.

Lying in the sea is no different from lying on the shore, and the problem of water pressure and suffocation is non-existent.

The only thing that hurt him was hypothermia. He was so weak, his body temperature was rapidly draining, and he soon fainted with his eyes glazed.

I don't know how long it was, but when he was dying, he felt a small hand gouge himself out.

The delicate little hand has great strength, and it floats up when it pulls it.

Mo was unable to struggle, barely opened his eyes, and only caught a glimpse of a vague figure, like a kindergarten child.

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