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"This is the guidance of fate, and under the watchful eye of fate, you are destined to have nowhere to escape."

The bright moon hung high in the dense forest, and the sparse and dense moonlight poured down, and in a clearing, a person with a metallic color was surrounded by three people and horses like a triangle. The man who spoke was a man with three-dimensional facial features, solemn eyebrows and eyes, and obvious Western characteristics.

The corners of Fang Zheng's mouth twitched, and the white captain from the country of technology Kirishima who cooperated with him was expressionless, but he said, "Okay Farley, your paranoia is serious again." But this is not the place to make your secondary two sick, deal with him first, and then you can worship your god. ”

"It's not delusional!" Farley glanced calmly at the white captain, but did not continue the argument.

"Hurry up, when the transcendent organization here notices, we'll be in trouble." As Fang Zheng spoke, his arms and body swelled violently, and even his head skyrocketed. The current martial arts fighting faction can't transform into a little giant to increase strength or something, so I'm embarrassed to go out.

Of course, Fang Zheng didn't expect the strength of the physical damage that was amplified after the transformation, but if the increased body increased his strength and the sequelae were not obvious, he wouldn't mind changing at the critical moment. The pain of stretching the bones of the body and then stabilizing it is certainly there, but the feeling of growing strength, flowing breath, and vaguely touching a barrier is even more evocative.

Fang Zheng had a hunch that if he could break through this barrier, his strength would be promoted to a new world, which was a real new world! But if he breaks through, he is at a loss. He had already sensed that barrier, but he couldn't break through it no matter what, so he could only continue to rely on accumulation to grind his slow-increasing strength little by little. This feeling of seeing the door of a new realm, but not being able to open it no matter what, made him very anxious during this time.

"This kind of pressure is strong again." The white captain felt a lot of pressure in his heart for a while, and he was even thinking about what to do next time he met Fang in the main god world? If you hit your face at close range, the other party will definitely perform unarmouring with your bare hands. This skyrocketing physique is almost no lower than that of his own armor, his strength, heheda.

Do you want krypton to modify and upgrade your beloved armor?

Bang!

Fang Zheng rushed out first, his legs and feet like small pillars stomped on the ground, and it was a splash of mud, like a large crater left after a miniature explosion, almost flashing, and Fang Zheng had already crossed the distance of more than ten meters and invaded the silicon-based people. The thigh-thick arm clenched into a fist and blasted out towards the silicon-based man who was standing still.

Boom.

There was a dull sound.

The big fist of the sand bowl stopped a few centimeters in front of the silicon-based man, as if it had hit some barrier. Because of the angle, Farley could see it clearly, and the square fist was against a metallic, open palm.

Wow!

Under the surprised gaze of the white captain and the surrounding crowd, the silicon-based man's palm tightened, dragged Fang Zheng, and smashed his huge body up and down on the ground around him like a hammer, and then let go and threw it out.

After seeing this scene, several people who knew Founder's strength and had experienced it firsthand suddenly felt a series of roughness in their hearts! Sure enough, this level of task can't be easily accomplished.

"Third Order?"

The white captain opened his mouth. If the apex of the power of the main god world when it first opened was considered the first order, then after the map was expanded, that is, their current strength, it should be regarded as the second order, and as for the third order, the top one was just the same as Fang Zheng, touching that threshold, and was thinking about how to step over and push open that door.

"No, it should be a strength that was achieved with the help of other forces." Fang Zheng, who was thrown out, turned twice in the air with a light spirit that did not match his current size at all, relying on a big tree along the way to unload and assist, and returned to the field in the blink of an eye. Although he looked a little embarrassed before, now it looked like the other party's previous violent beating was useless.

The white captain and Farley muttered in unison when they saw that Fang was back on the field, but there was no surprise. The power of the three families in this period is like this, one plays with external objects, one plays with virtual external objects such as elements, and the other is purely tossing with all kinds of wonderful methods, or cultivating one's own body.

Fang Zheng is the best of the last power cultivators. This little blow is drizzling. If you change to the white people and Farley who don't do the protection, they may not be able to die, and it is conceivable that they will be injured and covered with sores in a short period of time.

"Electromagnetic interference doesn't seem to work." The white captain sighed regretfully. I dragged that time before in order to arrange some targeted instruments and equipment brought around. But at the moment, it seems that the instruments are not working.

"If you have tested your general strength, let's make a quick decision."

Watching the white captain who rushed forward again, relying on his own skills and strength to delay the silicon-based people, he lost his eyes face to face with Farley. The two were also very decisive, and immediately took out the strange things they brought with them, preparing to end the opening game before the battle reached its climax. After all, this is not their place, and if it drags on for a long time, the owner here will find them by the vine.

Secondly, in the face of a suspected third-order enemy, there is no need to toss your toss all over your body and be dying. Anyway, the strange thing is not his own, it was taken out by the official organization behind his own house. You don't have to go back to pay it. Captain White and Farley don't have that notion of official savings behind them.

Fighting, pouring firepower directly to cripple the enemy, and then cleaning up the mess yourself, exchanging the smallest casualties for victory, this is the correct view of modern warfare.

Farley took out a black vessel, his lips pursed, his eyes were feverish, and there seemed to be a small muttering sound all around, wisps of black smoke rose from the inside of the vessel, and the self-muttering voice from unknown place seemed to be a little stronger. The black smoke condensed in the night wind, outlining a demonic shadow with two horns and legs as strange as a sheep.

"Third-Order Strange Artifact Demon Pot? The countries of the European continent have really made a bloody investment. The fat man, who was nervously watching the battle on the field, glanced distractedly at Farley's side, and was taken aback in his heart. Since the other party even took out this kind of old family background, it is obvious that he has an imperative mind about the strange thing that is being fought for. His eyes turned to the white captain, and he just saw the white captain take out a tube of emerald green needles and insert the syringe directly into his neck.