readx;?“ It's true?! Duchamp was overjoyed, and immediately shouted shamelessly: "Brother, you will be my brother from now on, as long as you say a word, the wind will come and go in the water, and the younger brother will never say anything." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 After saying this, he immediately turned back and pointed to the three people in the water: "Since you are all big brothers, can you scoop up the three of them?" ”

"Oh, what's the value of the three of them?" The blue-haired brother glanced at the three people in the water.

Duchamp gasped, knowing that his fool was not so useful.

After hesitating for a moment, he decided to take out his trump card: "I have a deposit of 10 million in the Julai Commercial Bank, can I compensate you this as our ransom?" ”

The blue-haired brother pulled down his face.

Looking at the disdain on Brother Lanmao's face, Duchamp lowered his voice and said secretly: "We don't have any good things, when I return to Lulei, can I steal his treasure from my master's laboratory for you?" ”

"Baby, what baby?" Brother Lan Mao looked like he was lacking in interest.

"It's a good thing, a king-size Gundam! Gundam, do you understand? Looking at the expression of the blue-haired brother, he must have understood, and Duchamp hurriedly translated it into the Semria dialect: "It's Iron Man, no, it's Iron Knight, or it's called a riding god, a god or something." ”

"Riding God!" Brother Lan Haired immediately showed a look of concern on his face, "Where did it come from?" ”

"My master made it himself. Hey. Duchamp smirked.

"Dr. Schmidt, can you actually be a rider?" Brother Blue-haired's mouth was wide open.

"Hehe, brother has long seen the essence of your tech nerd." Duchamp smiled in his heart, and did not continue, but pointed to the water with a stammering face: "You see, they have been soaking in the water for so long. ”

Brother Lanmao looked at the silver-haired young man who was as cunning as a little fox, after all, he was haunted by curiosity, and ordered his subordinates: "Scoop up the three people in the water and take care of them." ”

The soldier shouted, "Climb up, hold your head in your hands, and squat against the side of the boat." ”

Brother Lan Mao was about to ask when he was interrupted by a communication on the ship. He frowned and listened to the report on the communicator, and asked Duchamp, "What about the anesthetics and anti-anesthetics on board?" ”

Duchamp sneered: "The anesthetic has been used up by the soldiers, and the antidote has been thrown into the sea by me." ”

"Thrown into the sea!" Brother Lan Mao was speechless for a moment, this kid is really good at doing things.

"Then, let's continue to talk about riding gods! How did you steal it out to me? ”

"My master has long been the body of a riding god, but now this riding god has not moved." Du Shang just said a few words, and when he saw that Brother Lanmao was about to change his face again, he hurriedly turned the page quickly, "Every riding god needs a knight to control it, so he found me and wanted me to help him do an experiment and dock this riding god, but I never agreed." If you're really interested, I'll recommend you to participate in the docking experiment right away, and then won't this Gundam be yours? ”

"You don't want such a good thing as a riding god?" The blue-haired brother looked at Duchamp's face, trying to distinguish the real from his face.

Duchamp shook his head: "Although the riding god is a good thing, it consumes a lot of brain power to deal with the riding god, and excessive load will also form sequelae." For a smart person like me, the slightest damage to my wisdom is a great loss, so my master, Professor Ashley Young, thought that it was more appropriate for me to develop in the direction of the theory of conductivity, and never let me participate in the docking test. ”

That sounds like the same thing. Brother Lanmao asked forcefully: "Then what are your intentions in pushing this riding god to me?" ”

Duchamp hurriedly smiled: "Before the docking, no one knows what the effect will be." If you think you have that strength, you can naturally test it, but if you don't have that strength, you can't drive away if the riding god gives it to you. ”

Brother Lan Mao nodded, and asked again: "Dr. Schmidt's laboratory, besides this riding god, what other good things are there?" ”

Du Shang smiled: "There are many good things, and when they are brought to the world, everything is a treasure." But you see that our ship is about to reach the big ship, would you consider consulting with the Governor to ensure the safety of the four of us? I see that the governor is not very kind to us, and if we go up, we may be locked up again. ”

Brother Lan Mao smiled and said, "You may give him two of your master's treasures, maybe he will promise to let you go." ”

Duchamp rubbed his hands, clasped his hands in front of his chest and prayed: "This is not safe, I think it is still your kindness, you can turn a blind eye and give us a boat, we promise not to talk nonsense, what we have promised will be rewarded in the future." ”

Brother Lan Mao shook his head and said embarrassedly: "Zhu Lai is his ground, and he has the final say." I think you should think about it, like impressing me, what words to use to impress him. ”

With this little effort, the combat boat has already reached the front of the big ship. Duchamp lamented helplessly in his heart: "This is really the end and back to the beginning." His hand was raised suddenly, and he pleaded with him: "If you are old, raise your noble hand." ”

Brother Lan Mao was pulled by his sleeve and was about to throw it out, when he suddenly felt a stab on his hand, and immediately knew that this kid was cheating. The whole body exerted strength, only to hear a bang, and the syringe that Duchamp pierced into the wrist of the blue-haired brother became shattered, leaving only the tip of the needle in his hand. He shook the tip of the needle and cursed luckily: "What a cunning boy! But it didn't work for me. ”

Duchamp can manage whether he works or not, his mental power is fully released, and a silent scream of fear rushes straight into everyone's minds, this is a frightening skill, at this time, where can he lock on to the enemy and me, just to cover the boat indiscriminately. He lunged backwards, rushed in front of the three, and threw the three who had also been hit onto the speedboat, only to relieve Mura's state of fear, and a man pounced on him.

Although Brother Lan Mao said that he was not affected, but resisting this scream, it took a little time for luck to break through the anesthesia of his left hand, and when he pounced, Duchamp had already calmly turned around to meet the enemy, and did not forget to shout: "Hurry up and go first, I'll be there soon." ”

He said it so calmly that he didn't even put the blue-haired brother behind him in his eyes, and when he heard it, the blue-haired brother was murderous, and he couldn't wait to slap this lying kid to death immediately. After the two tried their best to make a move, they couldn't help but be stunned.

"You kid has such strength?"

"The power of the fist contains the power of Yao, it turns out that you have already entered the saint!"

It's spicy, and there is more than one person who can hide his strength!

After discovering Duchamp's strength, Brother Lan Mao couldn't help but shake his head in surprise: "A master of sainthood, you can still endure being stepped on without having a seizure, you are really not an ordinary person." Once he discovered Duchamp's true strength, he left no room for action and sprinted closely.

On this narrow ship, Duchamp's figure was not as useful as that of flat ground, and he handed over Shadow Flash in the blink of an eye, put on his shield, and did not even have time to take out his long knife, and entangled with the other party with his bare hands. The detection skill shows the strength of the blue-haired brother at this time, and it has become level 104.

Don't look at it, it's only one order and ten levels higher than Duchamp, but Brother Lanmao's attack is a trick to see the wind and thunder, and Duchamp's attack is like a fist embroidered leg compared to him, no wonder he has a gun in his hand, and he has to throw off his bare hands.

"Mura, run!" Seeing that some of the soldiers had begun to recover from their fear, Duchamp shouted bitterly, and in the face of the other party's attack, he did not retreat but advanced, defending the fluttering boat behind him.

"Flash!" Another bright light flashed, and the soldiers on the combat boat were struck one after another.

Mulla finally untied the cable and started the speedboat. He finally glanced at the fight on the boat in horror, and the speedboat rushed out like a shuttle.

The blue-haired brother swung his blow hard, and Duchamp struggled to block it, so that the shock would not reach the speedboat. "Boom!" There was a loud collision sound from the ship, and the flash was ineffective against a master like Brother Lanmao, and Duchamp received a full blow from this saint, and the shield of his body was instantly shattered, and even the people were injured.

"Master hasn't been so embarrassed for many years!" Duchamp stared at his opponent like a wounded wolf, his eyes blood-red. After the other party shattered his shield, he did not rush to attack, but shouted: "Quickly pursue that small boat and fire the Yaoli cannon." ”

It turns out that the thing that can be tracked is not a missile, it's called a Yaoli cannon, which is really advanced enough. It seems that if you don't sink this thing, the dinghy won't be able to get out.

Duchamp still did not draw his sword, but launched a surprise flash forward, stunned one of the soldiers, and used him as his shield to temporarily resist the attack of the blue-haired brother.

"Bastard, such a childish act is not the work of a saint." Brother Lanmao angrily scolded loudly.

"I'm sorry, I'm still a little short of becoming a saint, so I'm not on the same strength level as you for the time being." Duchamp grabbed the soldier's throat with his left hand, and was still in the mood to explain.

"Childish, do you think you'll be able to dodge my attacks this way?" Brother Lanmao stared at Duchamp with disdain, and the wind and thunder were strong in an instant.

Duchamp sneered: "Presumably, you don't care about the life of such an ordinary soldier, so I don't rely on him either." As he spoke, he suddenly pushed the soldier out like a shield against the opposing fist.

After all, Brother Lan Mao cherished his soldier, and his strength went to the side to stabilize the soldier. But Duchamp pushed the person out, revealing his right hand, and his right hand, holding the tactical force guide Phoenix, had completed the spell guidance and could be released.

A crescent moon suddenly appeared in the clear sky, and an eerie white enveloped the entire ship, projecting it into everyone's heart. The soldier who had just been rescued by Brother Lan Mao suddenly attacked Brother Lanmao, and at the same time, a boatload of soldiers were frantically looking for the nearest person to fight, and the sound of bullets was fired everywhere.

This channeling spell is called the Moon of Madness, and its effect is to cause anyone who cannot pass the psychic test to fall into a state of frenzy and attack indiscriminately. In order to quickly activate this guiding spell, Duchamp also activated another skill of his own, 'Extreme Spellcasting'.

There was such a sudden change on the ship, even the blue-haired brother was in a hurry, he restrained a few soldiers who were frantically rushing towards him, and let out a loud shout, like a bell, slammed into everyone's mind, making those chaotic factors stop messing around. After his subordinate regained his senses, before he could catch his breath, a furious spell factor appeared on the other side of the ship.

"Let's jump into the sea!" Duchamp shouted frantically and unleashed this wide-range fire-based skill. Blue-haired brother grabbed the saber and sprinted over, intending to interrupt the skill. Unfortunately, it was only a little bit, and the frenzied flames, like butterflies, burned all over the ship, and the soldiers would catch fire on their clothes if they touched a little, and they cried out in terror, and jumped into the sea, and let the endless sea extinguish these flames.

Duchamp was satisfied to see that the ship was covered in flames, and at the same time, he felt a pain in his abdomen.

Brother Lan Mao pulled out his saber, and before he could come again, Duchamp in front of him suddenly disappeared strangely, and appeared on the sea a hundred meters away with a blood hole in the blink of an eye.

Damn, I've been stabbed in the spot!

Duchamp felt that he had failed.

(This is the 560 chapter that was added after the New Year.,I went back to my hometown during the New Year.,Use the scheduled release function.,I didn't pay attention to a chapter at all.。 There is no chapter adjustment function in the background, only supplemented by modification at the back of chapter 559. We apologize for causing dyslexia to everyone. ）

Chapter 560 Emergency Treatment Brother Lan Mao looked at the blood splashing in the air in dismay, as well as the blood hole that had flown out of a hundred meters, and felt a little apprehensive and annoyed in his heart for some reason. In his arrogant heart, he never thought that this handful of miscellaneous hairs could turn the world upside down, but he didn't expect that these underwhelmed boys would turn this place upside down. He watched Duchamp slowly sink in the distance with a complicated expression, and couldn't help but sigh. He has never made up his mind about how to deal with Duchamp and the others, and the situation in front of him is not what he thinks. "Tremon, what's the situation on your side, do you need support?" The Governor's conversation came over the intercom. Brother Lanmao sighed and replied, "No." "Am I going too far?" He thought to himself as he turned to stabilize the ship. Brother Lan Mao is a master of hand-to-hand combat, he naturally knows the weight of his attack, his saber stabbed Duchamp's kidney, and at the moment when the tip of the knife entered the body, he twisted it again, and most of Duchamp's kidneys were shattered. In his suddenly darkened consciousness, Duchamp did not feel a tingling, but felt that a piece of his body was missing, and the precious and turbulent vitality was like a waterfall, rapidly draining from that place. And the time for the after-effects of using the accelerated spell was also up, and Duchamp felt his body fall like a lump of lead towards the bottom of the sea.

"Styry!" In the distance, a hoarse cry was heard from the dinghy.

"Funeral!" He was disgruntled to hear that it was Limmor again. "Lao Tzu is not dead yet, Lao Tzu has thousands of life-saving secrets!" His will struggled, trying to keep his balance in the water and not allowing himself to continue falling.

The three-second cast interval is up.

"Breath of Life!" He covered the wound on his waist with one hand, and aimed the other hand directly at his own wound. At this moment, he suddenly felt that only the two healing skills of Accelerated Healing and Healing Breath were far from enough.

His body was still diving like a lump of rock.

"Endurance Recovery!" He used this valuable skill.

Three seconds passed quickly.

"Accelerate healing!" He gave himself another healing skill, trying to float upwards. You should have something in your bag that can be used as an emergency bandage. He hurriedly opened the package and pulled out a pair of pants casually. Using trousers to make an emergency bandage, slow and not fitting, Duchamp hurriedly wrapped himself twice, he felt very bad, and any person whose kidneys were pierced did not feel better.

His body floated out of the water, and he glanced at the still burning ship with the rest of his eyes, and now the cannon should not be usable.

"Breath of Life!" Duchamp is fighting against the replenishment of vitality and the loss of vitality.

The cooldown time for teleportation had come again, and Duchamp hurriedly moved another 100 meters in the opposite direction of the ship.

In case of such an emergency, there should be a special potion in the mall!

Duchamp remembered his life-saving family background and hurriedly opened the mall to inquire. Before he could find the medicine that worked, a speedboat sped by, and Olivier and Learmour reached out and dragged him aboard.

"Why did you turn back again?" Duchamp asked weakly.

"I didn't drive far in the first place, and it won't take much time to turn back and pick you up again." Olivier replied, holding a tactical force guide and there to drive the healing spells.

"Steiry, are you badly injured?" Learmu's eyes were red, and he saw a large piece of red on Duchamp's waist.

Duchamp did not have time to answer the question, and when he looked back, he saw that the fire on the ship was almost extinguished. He anxiously urged Mura, "Go ashore and hide." The boat can still drive. ”

Mura pursed his lips, followed Dušamp's advice, and headed for the shore of the island. Duchamp lay on the boat, and he felt that even this elite healing skill, which claimed to be able to heal small wounds, could not heal his wounds.

Beads of sweat were constantly oozing from Duchamp's forehead, and he tried to gather his mental strength, opened the mall, and continued to look for the right potion. I took a lot of medicine today, and if I eat this bottle again, I can only take it again two hours later, and I don't know if there will be any life at that time.

After Duchamp searched for it, he finally found a suitable potion:

"Repair agents, used to repair non-healing wounds, the larger the area required to repair, the greater the dose of medicine. Price per unit: 5000 ingots. ”

5000 ingots! Fortunately, there are still many ingots that have survived.

Duchamp shuddered and nodded, and he immediately felt a force gathering towards his broken kidney, and miraculously restored his organs little by little. That's the power of the fix! If accelerated healing becomes a golden skill, it may be able to achieve such an effect.

From death to resurrection, it feels so good.

Duchamp opened his eyes with relief, this bottle of potion was enough to repair his wounds, he lay flat and looked at the sky, and suddenly found that, before he knew it, it was time for the sun to set, and the thin colored glow hung in the sky, marking the end of the day.

The speedboat quickly approached the west shore of the island, which was densely wooded and was a good place to take refuge. Seeing that the ship behind him had not yet followed, Mura asked Duchamp's opinion: "Why don't we go a little further?" ”

Duchamp shook his head weakly: "No, hurry up and go ashore, they are just busy salvaging and treating the injured soldiers who fell into the water, it will be delayed for a few minutes, we have to find a hiding place before they chase after them." ”

After struggling to get ashore, Mura and Olivier hurriedly towed the speedboat up, looking for something to cover it. Duchamp lay on the side and shook his head, this kind of covering was not safe at all. He looked at these companions who dared to come back and scoop him up at the moment of life and death, and a strange smile appeared on his pale face: "Don't cover it, come and make an oath, about what you see below, you must keep it a secret from anyone." ”

"What's the secret?" Olivier asked curiously.

"Hurry! We are at stake, and if you can't keep it a secret from me, how can we get out of this predicament? ”

When the three of them saw Duchamp say so solemnly, they swore an oath one by one.

Seeing that the three of them had made an oath, and whether the oath worked or not, Duchamp held the speedboat with both hands and silently recited the word 'receive', and the speedboat docked on the shore suddenly disappeared.

"Wow, Styry, how did your magic change?" Learmel cried out in surprise.

Duchamp glared at him: "Remember the oath you just made. Let's go quickly, I fought against Brother Lanmao just now, I was injured, I have to find a place to avoid him and recuperate for a while. ”

"Where are we going?"

"The mountains are high and the forests are dense and easy to hide, it's best to find a way, let's work together and kill all these big soldiers." Duchamp's wound hurt badly, and the wind naturally became ruthless.

Mura walked over and carried Dušan on his back. A few people had not gone far when they suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from a distance.

"The combat boat followed." He reminded.

"It doesn't matter, squat down and hide, don't make a sound, don't move." Mura calmly led the crowd around a rock.

The landing craft searched the shore for the trail of the speedboat and drove forward.

There was a fluke look on everyone's faces.

"Let's go, we'll have to find a safe place to spend the night before dark." Mulla carried Dušan on his back and struggled forward.

"Do you think these pursuers will be searched overnight?" Olivier worries about another issue. Mura shook his head, "The sun will set soon, and the army usually doesn't take that risk." ”

Duchamp was on Mura's back and said weakly: "It is impossible for others, but that blue-haired brother is not hindered by the night, he is already a saint!" ”。

"Is he so powerful?" Olivier said in surprise.

"I just found out after fighting him." Duchamp sighed gloomily. "He is basically not affected by the negative effects of blinding, madness, and shock, my hand-to-hand combat skills are very naïve compared to his, and the spell control effect does not work on him, so I am at a disadvantage in fighting with him, and you may have to worry about your life when you meet him."

For the first time, Olivier's face showed a solemn expression. "Holy Order!" He muttered in a low voice, "I thought there weren't a few Holy Ranks in the whole continent, but I didn't expect to meet one as soon as I went out." It seems that even in order to save his life, he will have to seriously exercise his skills in the future, and strive to get a holy level to play. ”

"Styri, have you reached the Holy Order?" Mura asked him.

Duchamp snorted hoarsely: "If I get to that point, I will not run away from him, but chase him and cut him." ”

As he listened to the conversation between his three companions, Liermu suddenly felt how small he was. It seems that he should also learn more martial arts in the future, he thought worriedly.

"Where are we going?" Mura asked.

"Wait." Duchamp stopped.

After surveying the surrounding situation, he pointed in a certain direction and said, "Go 20 more times ahead, there is a cave, let's go that way." ”

Learmey muttered something in a low voice.

Duchamp did not hear clearly.;