(This one should be number 174, I sent the wrong number, but I can't change it myself, but the content is correct.) ）

"Hall Master!"

Witnessing the violent death of their hall master, several members of the Death Hall immediately shouted in horror. The master of the hall was naturally the source of the fighting spirit, but at this moment, the hall master was directly killed, and the fighting spirit in their hearts suddenly collapsed quickly.

They soon didn't have time to worry about their hall master's life or death, as Han Xu rushed towards them.

Without the Death Hall Master Ghost Abandonment to support this outbreak of battle, as Han Xu turned his head and fought with Bai Liuyi into the members of the Heavenly Fire Society, the battle began to be defeated unilaterally.

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A three-story building with four families in the building collapsed in the flames, and several pieces of burning black wood flew out and bounced onto one member's back.

With the sound of a knockdown, Han Xu grabbed the Death Hall member with one hand, and then slammed his body into the ground.

The heavy blow caused the member's body to break as if it were made of bamboo, and blood so red that it made people sting, gurgled from his mouth like a spring.

However, with such a strong force, Han Xu did not feel any difficulty, such an unreasonable and almost violent fighting style, but quickly vented the anger in his body, and the pain in his heart slowly subsided.

The two iron cables suddenly opened two arcs in the sky, like a bridge in the air, and the two sharp scythes at the front and the giant scythe full of barbs smashed down towards the cold.

Ling Rui's two energetic qi raged overhead, and Han Xu couldn't help but raise his head slightly, looking at the two hooks in the clear blue sky that the smoke couldn't cover, and there was no change in his expression, and his other hand stretched out towards the sky.

A one-star Xuanka Qi Chong card flew out of Han Xu's pocket.

After the Xuanka Master reaches the primary level, the spiritual power will become more majestic and refined, but the spiritual power cannot be released in the air, so it is not possible to control things in the air. However, because of the magic of the card pattern, the spiritual power and the card pattern can achieve some kind of mysterious resonance, so that the card master can control the card over the air.

A hurricane ruffled the two giant scythes overhead, causing them to swing to the sides like fallen leaves. Not a powerful martial artist, the giant scythe lacks the injection of vitality after all, and a simple hurricane can change the trend of these attacks. And as the two giant scythes were misdirectional, they blasted down from his side and burst into the ground, and the light realm of a fireball card appeared in front of Han Xu's body.

The lines formed by the blurred brilliance are like a gate opened by the Xuan Realm.

Two red fireballs swept out of it, rushed across the ground, and slammed into the two members' bodies with dust and white trash, and two screams came from their blood-covered mouths as they were attacked by the fireballs.

The force of the fireball lifted them into the air, and the fireball passed through their bodies, leaving two large, hideous black holes.

Bai Liuyi's figure flashed past the two giant scythes that also flew in, and her soft and boneless body quickly pressed against the two members of the Heavenly Fire Society who were standing side by side, and the seemingly weak palm landed on their chests, and an extraordinarily strong force came out of her soft body. The figures of the two members of the group, with iron chains and silver hooks, slammed into a burning room. Flames crawled all over their bodies, and the flames that slowly consumed their bodies made them let out piercing screams.

In just a few minutes, there were only two of the more than ten members of the Death Hall left, and these two members were already dead, and their fighting spirit was completely gone.

"Run!" after one of them snorted, the giant scythe in his hand flew behind him, hooked a crumbling telephone pole, and grabbed the iron rope to escape, but he had only just jumped up half a step before he felt a cold climb up his feet, and a force firmly grabbed him, locking him in place, and no matter how hard he exerted, he could not immediately break free.

He looked down and saw that the blue frost had somehow crawled all over his feet, binding himself firmly to the ground, as did the other member.

Naturally, such a power could only be the power of Xuanka, and at this moment, this power was dragging them towards hell, so the color of fear crawled all over their bodies in an instant.

Twenty meters away, the one-star ice attribute Xuanka "Frost Condensation" in his hand turned into a waste card in his hand, and slowly fell like a fallen leaf;

It's just that in an instant, it was the use of the three completely different attribute Xuanka, and the strength of the opponent's strength further aggravated the crisis of his own situation, so that the two members couldn't help but scream.

"Ahh

The two members began to frantically try to break free from their restraints, but the frost still held them firmly and could not break free.

Han Xu and Bai Liuyi rushed towards these two members.

In the eyes of these two members, they were only seen as two flying cars. The brilliance in the eyes of the two shrank sharply.

The next moment, Han Xu's leg slammed into the chest of a member, and the strong force shattered the ice under the member's feet and exploded, and the member's body was even blasted into mud, flying upside down more than ten meters.

Bai Liuyi's palm fell on the body of another member, who did not fly upside down like a flying sandbag, and collapsed to the ground without even letting out a scream, and the meridians in his body were broken.

As a martial artist, killing people is a compulsory course, and Bai Liuyi is naturally no stranger to it, and after witnessing what they did, he will not have the slightest psychological burden.

There was a moment of silence, except for the blazing flames, the thunderbolts of firewood, and the groans of pain from the charred or mutilated people on the ground.

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The battle between the mechanics is, visually speaking, much more thrilling than the battle between the martial artists. As long as it is not a dense rain of bullets or an unavoidable large-scale explosion, there is room to dodge, so the mechanic needs to quickly adjust his position to dodge or confront the opponent's weapon attack head-on, and at the same time, he needs to seize the opportunity to make his weapon more powerful. The shocking explosions and shuttled ammunition are undoubtedly more visually striking than the collision of fists and feet.

And in this battle of mechanics, both sides are the same weapons, but the cannonballs in the king's eyes are five percent faster.

Five percent fast cannot be described by the concept of speed in common understanding, after all, for ordinary people, whether it is fast or not, the five percent is actually just a momentary thing.

However, for a martial artist, this five percent speed is enough to cross the gap in many other attributes, such as making up for the fact that Wang Yanyan has much less experience in using ant cannons than him, and has much less combat experience in weapons than him.

Therefore, in such a confrontation where both sides used ant cannons, Wang Yanyan had the upper hand, and Mo Tong had to spend more time dodging, which caused his time to shoot to be greatly shortened, which led to most of the brilliant artillery fire being led by Wang Yanyan to erupt.

After firing a few shots, Wang Yanyan carried the shell box full of unsplit shells on his back, and after each shell was fired, he fished out the ammunition from it and quickly reloaded, and then bombarded, and everything went smoothly. Under his control, the ant cannons bombarded out, exploding a cloud of blooming mushrooms. At the same time, his body was constantly moving, dodging the flying cannonballs.

The waves of cannonballs shuttling between the two sides were silent, and the white waves of air that were constantly shuttling were like bridges between each other, and the booming explosions exploded on both sides.

Deep pits were trampled out like divine beasts dancing wildly here.

The cannonballs were ruthless, compared to Wang Yanyan and Mo Tong's weapon control skills, the members of the Heavenly Fire Society were naturally much inferior, and in the face of this series of bombardments between the two of them, the bodies of the remaining members of the artillery hall were blown out and torn apart!

Seeing the tragic death of his subordinates, Mo Tong's face turned cold, and the cannonballs in his hands began to fire more intensively!

Sensing that the cannonballs began to fire more intensively, the speed of the king's eyes began to speed up, because the main identity was still a medium-level martial artist, and the problem of speed was not a problem, so the figure began to move the line extremely quickly, and one by one the cannonballs exploded on his side or crossed his side.

When Wang Yanyan fired the eighth cannonball, the cannonball finally hit the ink copper head-on.

The terrifying swirling vortex unstoppably blasted towards his metal-armed and even modified body, and a wave of rice rolled up and struck the cold continuation.

The eyes of the black bronze slithering rapidly in the rice field.

The members had all been killed and wounded in the battle, and all that was left was his lonely figure galloping through the field, and all his movements became dazzling, and a silver metal cylinder the size of a finger spat out of his bosom like a pea shot out of a pea pod.

As soon as the palm of the black copper slapped the metal cylinder, a huge round metal shield swelled out of it like a balloon, and the black copper hands just supported the shield, and the moment of the lightning and flint, the ant cannon slammed down.

There was no sound of cannonballs, a huge roar and explosions of fireworks erupted, the silver metal shield surface was instantly blackened, and the black bronze figure retreated rapidly in this explosion, and the metal on his legs that seemed to have become part of his legs made a violent sound of friction between his feet and the earth, and a white heat also squirted out from it.

His shield didn't have time to be lowered, and another ant bombarded the shield.

Once again, his body was blown back violently, craters exploding beneath his feet, and this time, the heat from his feet began to make both of his feet feel hot.

And the ink copper was just about to put down the shield, and silently, another cannonball bombarded the shield.

The metal feet of the black copper seemed to be destroyed by the bombardment of this cannon, and he only felt that his legs were already hot, but he did not dare to put down this shield at all.

He raised his head angrily, looked at the position of the king's eyes on the other side covered by the shield, and said, "Why do you know how to use the ant cannon, and why do you know how to assemble it?

It was something he couldn't understand at all. The cannon barrel on his shoulder is the final form of the ant cannon, and the ant cannon used by his subordinates, that is, the ant cannon in Wang Yanyan's hand now, is several versions behind, and the means of firing the cannonballs are even more rudimentary, and there is no way to achieve rapid bursts, but how did Wang Yanyan do it to shoot cannonballs continuously in such a short time?

It's also an ant cannon, but the cannonball is faster than his own in terms of speed, which makes him fall into passivity, and after he uses this shield, he even uses a rapid bombardment method that he can't immediately implement, so that he falls into a complete defensive passivity, which makes Mo Tong undoubtedly extremely angry. This ant cannon is something he created, why can he know better than himself?!

In the face of his questioning, there was a moment of silence in the room.

This silence was undoubtedly even more terrifying, and Mo Tong began to wonder in his heart, but as soon as he put down his shield, another cannonball hit the shield.

"You ......"

His face turned red with anger.

He is a master of the Cannon Hall, and he is actually going to be toyed with by a guy who has no access to the ant cannon at all!?

His breathing became rapid, but soon his gaze froze as he thought of something crucial.

A simpler weapon, to show more power, means that the mechanic has to pay more consumption, Wang Yanyan shows such a level of weapon use, although it is remarkable, but even a martial artist, it is impossible to continue to hold on to such a high-intensity weapon use for too long. Through personal techniques, he can make up for the gap between the weapons, which naturally means that he needs to consume more energy and physical strength, and his ink copper can support it for a long time. When Wang Yanyan could no longer continue to fire out shells, or when his speed began to slowly weaken, it was time for him to counterattack.

After a simple calculation, he knew that Wang Yanyan would not be able to support it for too long.

Realizing this, the pressure on Mo Tong's body quietly lightened, and there was a disdainful smile on his face.

He deduced that it was not bad at all, and the hands of Wang Yanyan, who was still carrying the cannon barrel, were already swollen, and even the ant cannon could not grasp it well, and the ten fingers in the palms of a pair of palms that were so fat that outsiders could not imagine their flexibility were also trembling slightly.

For him, who has always been too lazy to move, the intensity of the exercise at this time has made him very unbearable, and he simply calculated that he can only fire about two shots, and there is no way to continue to maintain the use of this weapon.

But it's enough for him, with his own strength alone, it's still not easy to kill this medium-sized mechanic, and he has already been injured when he saved Han Xu, even if he has his arm connected, but it still has a certain impact on the play of his strength in a short period of time, so he just needs to make sure that this mechanic's powerful ant cannon doesn't fall into the field to destroy Han Xu's battle.

So there was no anxiety or worry in his eyes, and soon, he even slowly showed a hint of relief.

Because a yellow light appeared at the feet of the black copper.

Mo Tong also suddenly noticed something unusual, and the first thing he noticed was that the shield in his hand began to become extremely heavy, and his hands could no longer control it well, and soon, the shield that seemed to have doubled its weight was inserted into the ground with a "bang", and his legs, which already had metal instruments on his feet, became even heavier, making him finally fall to his knees.

"Gravity card?!" Douda's sweat dripped down, he looked at the light realm on the ground in disbelief, and turned his head to look to the side with a slight difficulty, only then did he notice that the battle over there had stopped at some point, and he slowly turned his head again, and the figure of Han Xu was standing on his side.

Originally, he didn't have the keen senses like a martial artist, and the confrontation with Wang Yanyan made him distract too much, and he didn't even notice the approach of Han Xu!

Han Xu was also looking up at him.

He withdrew his hand from the gravity card to the ground and slowly got up.

In his eyes, he was red.

This was the first time he had seen the face of the World Destroyer so clearly, he was beautiful and good-looking, but after all, it was only the appearance of a human being, not the appearance of a demon. With such a face, put on the street, no one would regard him as a martial artist, let alone regard him as the World Destroyer in Wanyu City who is currently ranked second on the dark list because of the killing of the military lieutenant colonel.

Ink Copper's breathing became heavier, and he turned his head to look incredulously at the slum where the flames were getting higher and higher, and several streets were like fire dragons entrenched in the ground, and his eyes were also burning with anger.

Han Xu's appearance here, naturally meant that the battle between the Hall of Death and him was over, and he couldn't believe that although he was arrogant not long ago, the World Destroyer who really faced the Lord of the Heavenly Fire Hall and would use various means to achieve victory was already able to confront head-on and directly win the victory.

And Han Xu's figure moved suddenly, and in the midst of Mo Tong's wide eyes, one leg kicked at him.

Mo Tong clenched his teeth as if he was about to fall out in the gravity card, and wanted to move, but he was not a martial artist, but he couldn't let go of his body well in this gravity enchantment, so he only had time to clench his fists again, control the ant cannon and prepare to fire at the cold again.

However, Wang Yanyan blasted out again.

After the bombardment, his whole body seemed to fall apart, and he sat on the ground.

The cannonball shot through the air, silently and once again bombarded the shield, and there was no black copper to support this shield, no matter how tough it was, it was just a fluttering door, and it was deflected by a cannon, and hit the black copper on the head heavily, and then rolled away to the rice fields further behind.

Mo Tong snorted, but before he could open his eyes, the shadow of Han Xu's feet was getting closer and closer, and Mo Tong was shocked to find that he couldn't stand up in the enchantment of the gravity card, but he Han Xu seemed to be completely unaffected by gravity, and his speed did not slow down!

No matter how powerful the pure mechanic and Xuanka master are, they can't replace the position of the non-martial artist in this world, because when the body is facing limitations, only the martial artist can show direct dissolving power.

No matter how strong a person is, he needs to live under this fragile skin, and if he wants to live longer, he needs to make this skin as strong as possible. This is the truth that Han Xu and Wang Yanyan have understood since they were young, and this is also the reason why the White Emperor will force them to cultivate martial arts no matter what their greatest talent is.

This is also why the three major factions are in power, but there is a saying that "the weapon is based on force".

In the end, Han Xu slammed his kick the head.

I only felt a light body, and then an explosion rushed to my head.

When he felt as if he was about to die, he found that the force did not seem to be as great as he imagined, and his head was not torn apart, but the whole person flew upside down, and then slammed heavily on the ground, fainting, and the golden rice was crawling all over his body.

"Why don't you kill him?" shouted the king's eyes.

Han Xu stopped his body, breathed his qi and blood, shook his head, and said slowly: "Leave him a breath, I have something to figure out." ”

Hearing his calm voice and the sense of revenge conveyed in his words, Wang Yanyan, who was slightly worried that he would sink for a long time, quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and the hand that grabbed the edge of his pocket slowly loosened.

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Han Xu ignored the blood on his trouser leg, but took the metal chain of the deadly hall from Bai Liuyi's hand, and tied the black copper five flowers. Then he slowly walked to the edge of the field, looking at the burning partition, his eyes were blank.

Smoke billows and makes the eyes blur.

Fighting was a way to vent his anger and pain, and it was also a way for him to divert his attention, and when it all suddenly stopped, all the security in his heart seemed to be sucked away, and his heart was empty.

"Kexin, Uncle Wang, Aunt Liu, Uncle Liu......"

Han Xu's eyes ached, and he didn't want to look more, so he slowly turned his back, but tears blurred his eyes again. A figure familiar to him had turned into a dead body here, but he didn't even have the courage to look at it.

Wang Yanyan looked at his bleak back, gasped, walked to his side, spit a mouthful of saliva on the body of the ink copper, looked at the burning house, and the funny face of the past slowly showed a color of pain at this time.

Bai Liuyi stood in the field more than ten meters away and watched the two of them, without opening his mouth to disturb.

She still can't know what happened to today's birthday celebration, but she can guess it. Seeing him covered in dirt and blood, and very depressed figure, she couldn't bear it, and she was even more distressed.

Turning his head to look at the distant basement where he had lived for a while, he turned the emotions that he felt inexplicable after thinking about it into nostalgia, and finally looked down at the research results he had brought out, and remained silent.

Han Xu was silent in place for a long time, adjusting his emotions as much as possible, and then stepped forward to start cleaning up the corpses that were implicated by him and died innocently, when he walked to Tang Kexin's side, he saw her pitiful appearance at this moment, thinking of her helplessness and horror when she died, he couldn't control his emotions, knelt down and hugged her in his arms when her chest was pierced, tears no longer rushed patiently, wetting the pink clothes on the girl's body.

"Kexin, I hurt you, I'm sorry ......"

This cute little girl, the little girl who cares about herself, she is not wrong with anything, she is only wrong about knowing herself, and herself, she didn't even see her last time.

Wang Yanyan didn't scold him anymore, because he couldn't even cry himself.