'26% left!' ’

Okay, tell me every time you get to an integer node. ’

'Understand, Qin Mo, come on, I'll cheer for you!' ’

'Don't worry! ’

Qin Mo rolled up his sleeves and cleared his throat again.

In order to drag Tyrell to death, it is necessary to start from two aspects: material civilization and spiritual civilization.

"Hey, little brother Tyrell, I can kill me, but I have to make it clear first." Qin Mo piled up a face of Lu Xiucai, "Who did I die in my hands?" ”

Tyrrell's brain, which had just regained his senses, twitched slightly, and he actually replied, "Nonsense, me." ’

"Who am I?"

"How the do I know who you are!"

Tyrrell roared and raised his arms, and the screws on the ground once again turned into a rain of iron and scraped towards Qin Mo.

Qin Mo stepped forward with firm steps, and entered the Zero Realm state before his body was shattered.

The screws were still, it was strange, the rain seemed so desperate when moving at high speeds, but when they were all suspended motionlessly in the air, they were so sparse.

It only took Qin Mo half an hour to find a route from it that could be passed without injury.

Zero state, lifted.

Under Tyrrell's surprised gaze, Qin Mo crooked his body into an almost deformed posture and forced it through the iron rain.

Unscathed.

‘20%！ ’

"How's that, isn't it strange, how did the two forces in front of you perfectly avoid it?" Qin Xiucai looked like a girl, "This has to start with the relationship between people and the universe." ”

"Grass!"

Tyrell roared angrily and rushed towards Qin Mo, while manipulating the iron rain to fly from the opposite direction, threatening to clamp Qin Mo in the center, either being beaten into a meat patty or pierced into a sea urchin.

Hey, it's useless, this trick Lao Tzu has dodged six thousand seven hundred and forty-eight times.

Qin Mo once again entered the Zero Realm state, this time even more bold, and waited until the screws were attached to his back before leaning over and rolling to the ground.

After the screws drew blood marks on Qin Mo's back, most of them couldn't contain the momentum and hit Tyrell's body, stirring up black blood canopies.

Tyrrell looked up to the sky and screamed, he expected Qin Mo to have this hand, but even then he didn't prevent it.

Qin Mo dodged so perfectly, it was as if he had dodged six thousand seven hundred and forty-eight times.

What the is going on.

This Qin Mo is clearly and indeed far weaker than the other Qin Mo in all aspects, inside and out, and he can't even detect it, but for some reason, he can always see through his next step and deal with it in the most perfect way.

Not only the next step, but also the next step, and the next thousand steps, he knows it all well.

‘15%！ ’

It's abominable, and it can only be coercive.

With a stretch of his left hand, an iron plate came to his side, twisting and deforming in Tyrell's hand, eventually curling into a sharp spear.

Another wave of vertigo, it's one thing to manipulate matter, it's another to distort and reorganize matter.

‘5%！ ’

"Little Brother Tyrell, there has been a problem haunting you for a long time."

"What's the problem?" Tyrrell pressed his forehead hard, and the sounds that had come together in his head tore apart again.

"Who am I~"

"I, I already know this."

"No, you don't know, you know what? Who are you, Tyrell? No, Tyrrell is just a code name, I can call Tyrrell, you can also call Tyrrell, you can also be a dog on the side of the road, after removing this code name, who are you? ”

"I x you !!"

Tyrell's ego and self raised their hands together, and once again manipulated the screws to attack Qin Mo.

But this time, he didn't expect these screws to penetrate Qin Mo's body, as long as he consumed his physical strength and waited for the opportunity to make up for another shot, it would be over.

No matter how awesome you are, your physical strength will always bottom out.

Lao Tzu waited.

Of course, Qin Mo knew Tyrell's intentions, and used the Zero Realm state to calmly swim in the swarm of screws, while silently waiting for Qu Yao's prompt.

Hey, look at Lao Tzu is strong, or you are strong.

Sure enough, Qin Mo was still strong.

‘0%！ ’

Qin Mo stopped his feet and leisurely looked at the screws rushing towards him...

Fall to the ground along a parabola.

It's like peeing in the wind.

Comical.

At the same moment, Tyrell collapsed and fell to the ground.

"Hey, hey, wilt."

Qin Mo walked towards Tyrell arrogantly, "How is it?" Does it feel like your body is being hollowed out? Do you want me to hug me from behind, and say hello again, and I'm okay? ”

Tyrell looked at Qin Mo viciously, although he didn't want to admit it, he did have a sense of humiliation in his heart.

I know what it is, but I don't know why.

Tyrell is very proficient in using 'winding' and 'dyeing', but he doesn't know how these two skills come about, let alone using them to consume soul silk.

There is no oil, no matter how beautiful the sports car is, it is also a decoration, and it is not as good as Uncle Wang's pancake fruit bicycle downstairs.

Although Tyrell learned powerful techniques from Phantom and Phantom Fei through reverse exploration, he did not have a contract with Evie, so he did not have a way to obtain the soul silk.

What sustains his continued use of 'winding' and 'dyeing' is something else that is well known.

Calorie.

Calories and soul filaments are essentially energy, the difference is only in the amount of energy.

If the former is a thermal power station, the latter is a nuclear fusion power station.

It's a world of difference.

After Phantom Fei came to Earth One, his appetite increased dramatically, and it was precisely because he was far away from Earth Two and God Evie that the speed of obtaining soul silk was greatly reduced, so he had to rely on calories to replenish it.

Tyrell's ability to survive until now with his innate divine power is actually quite remarkable.

But that's the only way, not to mention kidney treasure tablets around here, there is not even a barbecued pork rice.

So, what is Tyrell who doesn't need to be 'entangled'?

Fuck, it's not still a monster.

"I'll kill you!!"

Tyrrell jumped at Qin Mo with his spear, and used his housekeeping skills in the air.

The gun was spinning, turning slowly and quickly, stabbing at Qin Mo along the arc that seemed to be straight and bending, and the air turned into a vortex under the drive of the tip of the gun, rolling towards Qin Mo step by step, making Qin Mo stand unsteadily.

This is what Tyrell is true as a Ink Boy, and since the age of four, he has practiced this blow a thousand times a day, and his proficiency is by no means comparable to those stolen half-baked skills.

Qin Mo's brows tightened.

The real test is coming.

He had seen four thousand and three blows in the Zero Realm, and only dodged three hundred of them, and the remaining three thousand seven hundred and three ended his training with a large hole in his chest.

There can be no luck.

The next moment, the spear poured out of Qin Mo's chest, and returned to Tyrell's hand along a straight arc, the spear was spinning, from fast to slow, and then Tyrell jumped back into the volley.

The blood hole in Qin Mo's chest had healed, no, to be precise, it had never existed.

'Reverse! ’