"It's a good decision, but I don't like it." Yongqiang said.

Good and like are never two words with the same meaning, but they are always close together.

People always like the good.

Good things are used to them.

But Yongqiang disagreed.

He didn't like the good decision.

"Because those innocent people who died tragically will not like this decision." He gave an explanation.

"Don't be rash, you came here to protect this world, not to plunge this world into war. Let him live, and the rest of Gotham will be able to live better. The blind swordsman heard Yongqiang's resistance, was a little anxious, and said in an aggravated tone.

His swordsmanship is very fast and exquisite, but at this age, he no longer has the momentum and drive of a young man, and he looks at the problem from a perspective that focuses more on the overall situation.

"I can't stay here, and you can't stay here. And there are too many of them. The blind swordsman sighed and continued to persuade, "Sometimes, compromise is also a kind of progress. Blindly being tough is harmful, you know? ”

Yongqiang was silent for a long time, nodded, and withdrew the Soul Stealing Blade.

"I see."

The blind swordsman smiled with relief.

The cap watched as the sword moved away from his neck, his expression of horror turned to joy, and then to triumphant ecstasy.

He let out an unbridled laugh, and his kneeling knees left the ground and slowly stood up, his eyes were level with Yongqiang's eyes, staring at Yongqiang mockingly.

Seeing Yongqiang's calm expression, he smiled even more happily and proudly, and his whole face was deformed with a smile.

He wanted to say something sarcastic, but before the sound could be heard, Yongqiang suddenly stretched out a hand and stuck his neck.

Quack!

Cap's laughter came to an abrupt end.

Much like the cry of a toad.

He stared at Yongqiang puzzled, and when he saw the iceberg-like hard gaze in Yongqiang's eyes, he seemed to realize something, and a frightened expression appeared on his face again.

"You—" He struggled to spit out a word.

"I understand, but that doesn't mean I agree."

Yongqiang said to him, and then with a flick of his arm, the cap rose from the ground, like a javelin, and stabbed straight at the tall and thin masked man.

The tall and thin masked man subconsciously stretched out his arms to pick it up.

At the same time, a bright point of light flew over Yongqiang's shoulder and towards them.

The power of the point of light was immense, leaving a transparent and distorted hole in the air wherever it passed, and after hitting the back of the cap's heart, it exploded into a puddle of blood, water and minced flesh, and shattered the arms of the tall and thin masked man.

The tall, thin, masked man lay on the ground, letting out a heart-rending wail.

Such a change also shocked everyone present.

The other members of the Concealment Team even forgot to stop the bleeding of the tall, thin masked man in the first place.

They looked angrily in the direction the light was coming from.

There, there was a terrifying giant nearly three meters tall, wearing heavy full-body armor and holding an intricate and intricate blaster in his hand.

The smoke-emitting muzzle of the gun was no different from an ordinary small steel cannon.

Kadulun grimaced as he hung the blaster back to his waist and drew his power sword from behind his back.

A basketball-sized machine skull floated out from behind him, his sunken eye sockets flashing red, and he stared faintly ahead.

The blind swordsman was also shocked by the sudden change.

"Why?" He muttered.

There is no doomed answer to this question.

Because Yongqiang has disappeared from his original position.

At the same time, a gust of wind blew past him, and the mere force of the wind pressure made his old cheeks feel the pain of a knife cut, and then the sound of the earth shattering.

Kadulen's crystal greatsword slashed at the soft, damp forest floor, cutting a twenty-meter-long crack in the ground, and the tree at the top of the crack was also split in two, and fell to the ground with a bang.

A faint but still bright light shone down, shining on Kadurun's massive body, shining on his huge crystal sword, and illuminating a shadow under the sword.

This shadow was originally hidden in the shadow of the trunk of the tree, but now the tree has collapsed, exposing it.

Maybe the falling light was too faint for even exposure to the light to make it dissipate.

The shadow struggled to break free from under its blade, but the crystal greatsword was like a sharp guillotine, slashing it into the earth.

"Nether Ghost Slave, kill him for me." The tall, thin masked man who fell to the ground and was seriously injured screamed and commanded.

Behind him, an invisible retinue that resembled both ghosts and humans, heard his command, immediately crouched down and jumped high, bringing out a series of liquid afterimages, and flew towards Kadurun.

The skull of the machine floating on Kadurun's shoulders flashed red, staring at the figure of the invisible follower and transmitting the message to Kadurun instantly.

As soon as the liquid retinue landed beside Kadurun, he was grabbed by the throat by a large hand of Kadurun and lifted it high.

The power glove glowed blue, and the invisible follower struggled painfully in Kadurun's big hands, but he couldn't escape Kadurun's control, and was finally crushed by the power field.

"Bastard, he has a ceramic component on his armor." The tall, thin, masked man screamed and fainted.

The machine skull looked in the other direction.

Not afraid of accidentally injuring the blind swordsman, Kaduron took out his blaster again and fired continuously in several directions.

The rest of the people had clearly dodged in advance, but they were still hit by him.

A woman in green in an invisibility cloak covered her abdomen to reveal her figure.

A dwarf whose body color changes with what is around him is shattered by a bomb and falls from a tree branch.

A completely invisible reincarnation had a leg knocked off, and although he was invisible, the bright red blood had stained most of his body.

Suddenly, an invisible net fell.

The net was silent and sharp, and everywhere it passed, the branches of the trees and the green leaves were cut into squares the size of fingernails.

A short-haired man with cold eyes and a tight armor jumped from the top of another tree, opening the way in front of him with an invisible net.

What can be invisible is not only the body and summons, but also the weapon.

The attacker delicately manipulated the threads that formed the web, and if necessary, he could transform the large web into other shapes in a matter of seconds.

A sneer tipped at the corner of his mouth.

This net is centered on Kadurun and covers a diameter of nearly thirty meters, even if Kadullum can barely dodge, the injured blind swordsman next to him must not be able to dodge.

However, Kadurun didn't want to hide.

Two bright pillars of fire suddenly shot out from his back, and his massive body crashed into the invisible web at incredible speed.

Jetpack, Class-B artifact: A device that a Space Marine sits on his back, equipped with a turbine or nozzle large enough to lift even a user in power armor into the air. It greatly increases a warrior's mobility, allowing him to quickly traverse the battlefield, jump over obstacles, and plunge himself into melee combat.

The attackers obviously didn't expect Kadurun's huge body to rise into the sky, and in a panic, they turned the invisible net into an oval net and tried to stop Kadurun.

Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!

It is the sound of a transparent network cable breaking.

The attackers did not expect that the white thread, which was strong and sharp enough to cut through thick steel plates, was cut less than half a centimeter in Kadullon's armor before being severed.

Without the limitations of the transparent net, Kadurun was a little faster, his massive shoulders pressed against the assailant's waist, shattering the bones of the assailant's body.

Without the user's control, the invisible web fell on the blind swordsman's body as lightly as nothing, the attacker fell behind him like a puddle of mud, and Kaduron landed lightly in front of him, and the two pillars of fire of the jetpack were retracted at the same time.

The blind swordsman listened to the process of Kadulun's defeat of the seven reincarnators with a complicated expression, and slowly asked, "What about Situ Yongqiang?" ”

It turned out that he knew Yongqiang's name.

"Soldier against soldier, will ...... Naturally, it will be. Kadurum said calmly, compared to Yongqiang, he has no emotional characteristics.

The machine's skull flew off his shoulder, over the falling leaves, all the way to the top of the forest, its eyes flashing red, observing the ever-cloudy skies of Gotham instead of Kadullon.

Today's sky in Gotham is darker and gloomy than ever, and the dark clouds are white without a single gap, and the sky is full of thick, dark yellow turbid clouds.

But in the depths of the cloud, there was a slender, huge shadow shuttling.

Sometimes it curlsed, sometimes stretched, sometimes rolled violently in place, and where it passed, it would occasionally cut a hole in the clouds that turned outward, and the wind that gushed out of the mouth whined and roared, and ran wreaking under the clouds, as if holding a sharp sword, cutting the clouds into tatters.

Suddenly, deep in the clouds, this huge shadow let out a painful and angry roar, and along with this roar, there was a thunderous light that was extremely bright.

The thunder easily pierced through the clouds and fell vertically, condensing into a sword that pierced the sky and the earth.

The dark clouds that did not disperse all day long, because of the roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth, were loosely broken like shortbread, and because of the thunder carried by this sword, they were completely cleared.

The sun was bright and dazzling.

Under the sun, a hundred-meter-long Jiao twisted its body painfully and fell straight down from the sky.

Yongqiang stepped on the top of its head and stabbed the Soul Stealing Blade deep into its Heavenly Spirit Cover, his eyes were cold and resolute, and the blood of the big canopy gushed out from the wound, staining his whole body and his eyes red.

This Jiao has a pair of claws on the front abdomen, each claw has three hand claws, the tail is bare, not similar to a dragon, but its forehead has been raised two bulges, and the lower abdomen also has two bulges, once the horns of the head and the two claws of the abdomen grow, it has the conditions to turn into a dragon.

But when it ran into Yongqiang, it was also its fate.

The wound caused by the Soul Stealing Blade is a trivial matter, and the Xuan Thunder that gushes out of the sword body at that moment is the real killing move, instantly destroying the internal organs of its body and depriving it of the ability to resist, and the strange suction of the divine soul born by the sword itself is a special move.

The sword seemed to be connected to a bottomless, dark abyss, and as soon as it came into contact with its soul, it dragged its soul into it.