The dream battlefield is built by the human awakened, and the choice of the battlefield is naturally in the hands of Yang Xiaoqian, Wen Yan has no opinion on this, she only wants a vigorous battle, and she just wants to hammer these arrogant humans into meatloaf with her fists.

When the gap in strength is large to a certain extent, the terrain advantage loses its meaning, since the victory is destined to belong to him, Wen Yan doesn't care much about the place of battle, in short, the result is to crush Yang Xiaoqian and his elite soldiers into slag, as for where to torture and kill them, it doesn't matter.

When he entered the synagogue and saw that those human awakened people had all changed into battle uniforms embroidered with the word "Yuanjiang", Wen Yan had already guessed this result. Looking at Yang Xiaoqian's reaction, it seems that he had expected his own requirements, which is not surprising, after all, behind Yang Xiaoqian stood a Liu Yuanzhou who was almost demonic. If you don't guess wrong, these fifty-eight awakened people are all from Yuanjiang without exception, since Yang Xiaoqian deliberately made such a screening, then it is most appropriate to choose the place of battle.

Wen Yan stretched out his hand to catch a few drops of rain, the corners of his mouth hooked a charming arc, and he murmured softly.

"It is exactly what I want to do again in the place where I once fought a decisive battle, and settle the grudge in the place where we first met."

When the words fell, Wen Yan walked to the edge of the rooftop and jumped on the guardrail on tiptoe slightly, as steady as Mount Tai.

Then, her whole body fell forward in a straight line, like an unbalanced building block, falling downward, but then her body did not fully enter the air - her feet kept touching the building, and she flew down parallel to the ground and perpendicular to the tall building, and with each step, a piece of tempered windproof floor-to-ceiling windows shattered into hundreds of particles, so downward, as if Wen Yan had walked out of a wave between the tall buildings.

The glass particles fell with the raindrops, and Wen Yan slammed on the second-floor wall at the moment when it seemed to be about to land, rushing towards another high-rise building in a diagonal line at a thirty-degree angle, and also letting three cannonballs running towards her path fall into the air.

At the same time as the shells bombarded the lobby on the first floor of the International Trade Building, Wen Yan, who was in mid-air, collided head-on with a barrage of four heavy machine guns, and the scorching bullets smashed her robe, but could not hurt her in the slightest.

When Wen Yan stepped on the roof of the tall building with her right foot, half of the roof collapsed like a landslide, and countless shells and bullets flew towards her location.

The aftermath of the bombing caused the wall at the other end of the rooftop to gradually collapse, revealing the person behind it, a female awakened person in a tight battle suit, and the first target in Wen Yan's eyes, Gundam.

Gundam took a long breath and did something stupid that she must not do in battle, she closed her eyes, let go of everything, put aside all the clutter in her mind, and suppressed her fear and entered the ethereal state of martial arts practice before she opened her eyes, just in time to see a slender figure slowly walking out of the billowing flames, the air waves and shockwaves from the explosion blowing her long hair up.

At this time, Wen Yan's body was already indifferent, and Gundam saw a large area of snow-white spring light, such perfect skin and body shape, even if she was a woman, she couldn't help but lose her mind.

Losing her mind in battle meant death, but Wen Yan didn't take the opportunity to do it, she still kept walking towards Gundam, slowly and firmly, as if she wanted to crush Gundam with momentum, and wanted to appreciate the ugliness of Gundam turning and fleeing for her life.

Even in reality, Gundam is not afraid of death, let alone in a dream? In the face of the pressure of breathlessness, Gundam pointed his left foot on the ground, slashed to one side, bent his knees, and put on a boxing fight that had not been used for a long time, and said loudly: "Yue's loose hands, Gundam, the teacher is ......."

"Bang"

An explosion interrupted Gundam's words, and in the blink of an eye, Wen Yan appeared in front of her, tearing her arms apart at a speed that she couldn't react, the muscles at the break were like rags that had been torn apart with force, and before the blood could be sprayed outward, Wen Yan threw down Gundam's arm, held both hands on the wound of Gundam's broken arm, and kneaded her flesh and bones into a scarlet paste.

Although she can't be killed in a dream, it can also make her feel pain, so it is an excellent means of revenge to break her into pieces little by little, let her wail and beg for death in unbearable extreme pain, and let her comrades-in-arms and Yang Xiaoqian, who is hiding somewhere and dare not show her head, see her tragic death.

However, Gouda didn't say a word, tears welled up from her eyes, blood seeped out from the corners of her mouth, and from her narrowed, dilated and irregularly trembling pupils, it was clear that the pain she was suffering was about to break down, but she just gritted her teeth and refused to make a sound.

Wen Yan looked coldly at Gundam's face, which was distorted by the great pain, and was surprised to find that Gundam did not cry out in pain. How tough nerves does it take for humans to do this? Wen Yan doesn't have a specific concept, but it is certain that the woman in front of her is a heroine.

So Wen Yan decided to leave her with a whole corpse.

"Master, Cheng ......" Gundam gritted his teeth and wanted to say Master's name, but Wen Yan didn't give her a chance, and his white jade palm pressed on the Gundam Heavenly Spirit Cover, and the fingertips of his five fingers trembled slightly, shattering Gundam's skull.

Gundam fell limply, Wen Yan put his hand over her waist, half-hugged and half-hugged her and gently laid her flat on the floor, and then looked up at another tall building.

"Next."

"Bang!"

When the roar of the anti-materiel sniper rifle reached Wen Yan's ears, the bullet had already grazed her shoulder.

Good suck sniper level.

"Bang!"

Another gunshot rang out, this time Wen Yan had seen the flames ejected from the chamber of the gun in advance, and when the gun rang out, she had raised her hand to hold the large-caliber bullet with a diameter of twenty millimeters.

Wen Yan pointed his fist in the direction of the sniper, and spread his five fingers, and the sniper could see a lump of metal that had been pinched into lumps falling from her palm through the optical scope.

The awakened who entered the dream battlefield have all seen the video of Wen Yan killing the Holy One in Mauritius, and with the human body, unless he has the ability to teleport, he will not want to escape from a monster that can break through the speed of sound. Therefore, the sniper knew that since the location had been exposed, it was already a fantasy to evacuate in time, and instead of turning around and running away, it was better to fire a few more shots and try to consume Wen Yan's strength.

But the sniper didn't have another chance to shoot, and the next moment Wen Yan had disappeared from his sight, and before he could turn the muzzle, Wen Yan had already appeared in front of him and rushed towards him not far away, and his fist slammed towards his head.

Dealing with a nobody with a hood covering his face, Wen Yan seemed unwilling to waste time.