Chapter 380: Nuclear Bomb Sword Immortal

"Nice, wonderful." Wen Yan raised his hands and clapped his palms gently, his eyebrows and eyes bent into willow leaves, and said with a smile, "And then?" ”

The disdainful look perfectly interprets Wen Yan's subtext: And then? What's the use of that?

Maybe the special alloy mastered by Yu Qian can cut through Wen Yan's skin, but so what, with Yu Qian's strength, he can't think of touching Wen Yan's hair, even if Wen Yan's physical strength is not much left, it is more than enough to solve Yu Qian, and then deal with Yang Xiaoqian, who is already exhausted, just stretch out a little thumb, and you can easily press him to death.

Yu Qian looked at the smile on Wen Yan's face, unconsciously curled the corners of his lips, first chuckled, and then the laughter grew longer, as his laughter became more and more enjoyable, the three metal balls on his side that did a three-body orbit began to accelerate, and did a spiral upward movement at an increasing speed, judging from their travel trajectory, they would eventually meet above Yu Qian's head.

"And then?" Yu Qian opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blackened blood poured out of his throat, "Then I have to tell you that villains don't always die from talking too much, but they may also die from listening too much nonsense." Heh, hehe, why do you think I'm telling you those things? I don't have a penchant for sharing secrets with my enemies. ”

Wen Yan knew that Yu Qian said those words to stall for time, and he knew that if he didn't say something true and interesting, he wouldn't be able to attract his attention.

But why did Yu Qian delay time? Seeing the handful of dirty blood spurting out of Yu Qian's mouth, Wen Yan suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

The black fog quietly dissipated, but there was still no blue sky and white clouds as far as the eye could see, only a strange cold color, which was the color of some kind of metal element, and from the height, it was a metal ball with a diameter of more than ten meters.

"Let me read more? You should read more! Who the told you that metal can only be used as a cold weapon? Yes? Any idea what this is? ”

Hearing Yu Qian's rampant shouting, Wen Yan vaguely guessed where her ominous premonition came from, she looked at Yu Qian in surprise, and Yu Qian showed a smug smile, but his handsome face had become terrifying at this time, and faintly blackened blood lines were flowing out of his mouth, nose, eyes and ears, first bleeding from the seven orifices, and then the whole body was emitting blood mist, and the capillaries all over his body had died under the action of radiation!

Blocking the view was a metal ball wrapped in enriched uranium!

"Missile Sword Immortal isn't interesting enough, is it? Then let's see how about the nuclear bomb sword fairy! Yu Qian stretched out his arms at the same height as his shoulders, stared at Wen Yan with his festering and bleeding hollow eyes, and his chest cavity quickly pressed down, blasting out two words, and reverberating.

"Here comes the sword!"

Outside the metal ball, a three-foot long sword engraved with the word Zhenyuan pierced the metal ball like a lightning thorn that pierced the sky, compared to the intercontinental missile with a blazing tail flame of more than ten meters or even dozens of meters, it looks small and inconspicuous, silent, but the momentum is like a rainbow, and it is indomitable.

The metal ball is wrapped in a large amount of enriched uranium, distributed everywhere and isolated by alloy, and the miniature version of the Zhenyuan sword is also wrapped in a considerable amount of enriched uranium, when two pieces of enriched uranium sealed in the alloy metal layer collide together, and then add the "fuse that detonates the detonator": a controllable neutron source, a simple version of the nuclear bomb can be made. In fact, the structure of most nuclear bombs is to put two pieces of uranium that do not exceed the critical mass in a closed container with high temperature and pressure resistance, and then let them merge to exceed the critical mass when detonated, increasing the amount of fissile material, which can cause a small-scale nuclear explosion, and after pulling the fuse of the controllable neutron source, it is a big explosion that destroys the world.

When a shooter is not confident in his marksmanship, how can he make sure he hits the heart with his bow and arrow? Master Yu gave a philosophical answer to this question: since you can't shoot, then draw a red heart where the arrow is, since you can't ensure that the nuclear bomb hits Wen Yan directly, and the power of thermal radiation is not enough to destroy Wen Yan, then make a nuclear bomb next to Wen Yan and detonate it directly!

Wen Yan suddenly changed color, her body suddenly expanded, and in an instant, she turned into a ten-meter-tall giant, trying to break through this thick alloy ball wall and leave the detonation center, but an invisible shield blocked her fist.

A black mass shows the figure, like a shadow coming out of the void, the body is half empty and half solid, wearing armor, holding a shield in one hand and a knife in the other, and there are no facial features on the face, only a horizontal stripe.

Facing an opponent who is also a giant, the Black Ghost gives up the stealth advantage and faces it off.

The last time the black ghost didn't even survive a round in front of Wen Yan, this time the situation didn't get much better, he only dragged Wen Yan for a moment, and he was completely defeated, but a moment was enough, the long sword pierced into the metal ball, like a water droplet into the pool, and at the moment when the two touched, Yu Qian's three platinum metal balls filled with polonium metal collided in one place, and shot into the center of the two pieces of colliding enriched uranium.

Yu Qian, who had lost his sense of sight and hearing, felt bitter in his mouth at the moment of detonation, as if he had a mouthful of yellow lotus in his mouth, but this bitterness was sweet, it was the sweetness of victory.

The contact of the enriched uranium collided with a blue shimmer, followed by the silent strong light that made the surrounding world lose all color, and the loud noise produced by the explosion made waves in the distant river sea, as if the sea was trembling, impacting the ** scattered clouds, as if the sky was retreating.

The reddish-gray mushroom cloud broke through the stratosphere to the sky, vaporizing everything at the center of the explosion without leaving a trace.

This sword is earth-shattering and moves ghosts and gods.

………………

Yu Qian and Yang Xiaoqian opened their eyes one after another, and the awakened people rushed in a swarm around them.

The two stood side by side, smiling and nodding in the affirmative as they looked at the inquiring looks of the Awakened.

"We won." Su Yue didn't have such a good concentration as Yang Xiaoqian, and just after the dream, he didn't even have time to wipe the nosebleed on his face, so he was very happy to say the result.

"Good!" Qi Lie swung his fist hard, and in order to express his inner excitement, he not only did not stop after retracting his right fist, but also raised his left hand to make a combination punch at the air in front of him.

Qi Xinwu turned a blind eye and took the lead in applauding, wave after wave of applause, without stopping for a moment, until later the awakened threw off their red palms and hugged each other, and even kissed each other, celebrating this hard-won victory with the most direct body language.

It wasn't until Wen Yan stood opposite Yang Xiaoqian that the awakened people stopped cheering and cheering, spread out a certain distance according to the battle formation, staring at Wen Yan cautiously, ready to face the battle at any time.

"Your stealth pet can't be too far away from you, since he stopped me at the last minute, it means that you are not far away, even if you can withstand the first wave of damage from the center of the nuclear explosion, you will not survive." Wen Yan looked at Yang Xiaoqian's eyes and said slowly, "Since it is the same end, then this is just a draw." ”

"No, we won." Yang Xiaoqian's expression was indifferent, his eyes were not wavering, and he opened a pun, "As long as I die later than you, it won't be a draw." ”

The staring at each other without the smell of gunpowder lasted for half a minute, and the awakened people stood behind Yang Xiaoqian and Yu Qian one after another, forming a human wall, even if they knew that their role was limited, they always relied on President Yang, and they wanted to be President Yang's pillar once.

Eventually, in a suffocating silence, Wen Yan put pen to paper and signed her name, then took Angel's small hand and turned away, as was customary, she should have returned to the Great Hall to sign nearly 100 peace treaties written in different languages on behalf of the Holy Family, but no one stood up to correct her.

Seeing the backs of the two kings of the Holy Clan go away, Yang Xiaoqian, who lit a cigarette, suddenly shouted: "Go slowly!" ”

Walking.

Your road is not long.