"What you do doesn't make any sense. Give it up. The fisherman's face was distressed, as if he was regretting his actions.

The fisherman's behavior is never elusive, and Luo Chuan doesn't plan to think too much about it. Now he has only one purpose, to kill the other party and get rid of this nightmare. His weakly clasped hand slowly lifted, and the air distorted with a wave of his hand. This knife is of great significance, once it falls and slashes the fisherman's body, it can rely on the soul source silk thread on it to mark the fisherman's light group.

Once the mark is successful, follow-up blows will follow. This move can no longer be regarded as a move, he is the rage that Luo Chuan has suppressed by reason during his long-term entanglement with the fisherman, and it is the obsession of slaughtering the gods that he has formed since three years ago.

This move was costly, and Luo Chuan could not predict the subsequent results.

But he has no regrets and has no intention of backing down. The God Butcher is not just a code name, it also confers trust. It is the trust of the teachers and scientists in the base, the trust of the soldiers who have to fight even if they turn into the state of Lingzi, and the reason why Lin Hu and Li Moshui participated in the God Slaughter Project.

Luo Chuan never wanted to be tall, nor did he intend to make himself great. He's just a selfish ghost who is sane to the limit, but there are too many flashes of light around him. More so that my numb heart becomes excited, so much so that I begin to believe that there are always more good people.

But because of the existence of the fisherman, one by one fell in various scenes. Luo Chuan believes that without the existence of fishermen, they will be very happy, their own family will be very happy, and our entire race will be very happy.

The culprit is in front of you, destroy it, and return the world you love.

The "Whew" knife rushed to the sky, this knife was perfect, but it did not hurt the enemy. The sword qi passes through the body, and the special energy spreads out into a net. The ancient jade brilliance flowed, and there was an extra fourth line on the three-dimensional coordinates. When the lines are derived, Luo Chuan's body rises like a cannonball into the sky.

The direction in which Luo Chuan pounced was extremely strange, the fisherman was obviously in the east, but he pounced on the west. Flying in mid-air, Luo Chuan's palm slashed again.

"Ka Ka" slashed out, but the fisherman's body to the east showed extensive damage, especially the two pairs of blood wings were broken off at the root.

"Mortals are mortals after all, and with the calculation of intelligent children, there is still such a big deviation. You can't break the dimensional deception, kill me with anything. Its body fell to the ground, and when it landed, it didn't forget to make a contemptuous sound at Luo Chuan. Simple damage to the body, it doesn't care at all.

Luo Chuan didn't say a word, and the second knife swung out into the sky. When the third knife was mentioned, the fisherman's contempt rose to the extreme, "Slave, according to your wisdom, you have given you countless eras, and you are not right. You're not qualified, it's time to end. ”

"Yes, it's time to finish." Luo Chuan was originally in his rational eyes, and burst into infinite madness. He clasped his hands together again, squirting out of the dense threads of silk inside him.

The fisherwoman was sexualized to the extreme, and her expression changed in vain. "How can a weak soul source be cut like this."

Yes, all the attacks just now were Luo Chuan's way of paralyzing the enemy, and he needed to endure that pain to allow Gu Yu to complete the cutting of the soul source. Except for a few sources of life-sustaining characteristics, the rest were cut into silk threads by ancient jade. The dense silk threads crossed the space, breaking through the only one, and the next second it had already appeared in the fisherman's light group, and the object they were pulling was the fisherman's core.

The silk thread was implicated, and Luo Chuan's combined hands were clenched heavily. "Locks."

The silk threads turned into chains to lock the fisherman's core in a fixed space area, and the fisherman's body, its light cluster once again crashed as if it were attacked by Li Moshui's ability on the spot.

This is only the first step, the second step Luo Chuan's combined hands opened, and his body turned into a big peng.

Dapeng spread his wings and stepped lightly, but he crossed the limit distance and appeared in front of the fisherman. With two fingers in his right hand, he drew a perfect trajectory that broke through the ages. This finger was extremely slow, and it took ten breaths to advance ten centimeters. At the same time, this finger is incomparably majestic, and what is majestic is not energy, but will. The will breaks through the three-dimensional shackles, and in the four-dimensional space, it is like a toddler baby, running towards its goal step by step.

"Tell me the name of this trick." A hint of astonishment suddenly appeared on the fisherman's perfect face, and his greeting was like a spring breeze. It didn't seem to feel the dense killing intent on Luo Chuan's body at all.

"Slaughter the dog." The voice was far faster than the advancing fingers, and Luo Chuan's answer was a counterattack from the other party calling himself a slave.

The fingers were much closer, and the speed was much faster, and the distance between the close blow and the other party was less than five centimeters. Before the attack, the fisherman sent a second message, "The move, there must be a name that matches the artistic conception." ”

The voice fell at the same time as Luo Chuan's finger, and the second finger flew along the trajectory, this time twice as fast as the first finger. "You don't have to worry about it."

"That's the only way to make it work. Think about it."

It's so strange, what the hell does the fisherman mean. Suddenly, Luo Chuan had the illusion that the guy in front of him was not a fisherman, but a living human being.

The second finger falls, and the third finger gallops.

Then Luo Chuan couldn't make a sound, and his fingers swam faster and faster. From the first twenty breaths to one blow, to the later one breath reached more than a dozen blows.

"Bang bang bang" Under Luo Chuan's blow, the overflowing energy turned into lotus flowers, floating all over the sky.

And the fisherman's body collapsed, turned into a ball of light, and from the ball of light it cracked into countless fragments. At the center of the shard, a swarthy core is forbidden.

In terms of energy, Luo Chuan's move is not strong. The striking power of the wheel is extremely strong. The energy is driven by the soul source silk thread and falls into the core again and again, which can be said to be a direct blow to the death hole.

Whether it is Luo Chuan's visual or Gu Yu's calculations, under his own fatal blow, the fisherman's core is not lightly injured. But even so, the fisherman forced a second print, and this time it was a person. There are no blood-red wings, no perfect body, just an ordinary man dressed strangely. Luo Chuan didn't feel the threat coming from it, and he was staring at him with a gaze that he couldn't understand.

In the last blow, Luo Chuan turned his fingers into a hand knife. This knife will drain all of Luo Chuan's energy, and it is also the most likely possibility to break the fisherman's core. Seeing the change of the fisherman, when he hit that strange gaze, this knife Luo Chuan couldn't swing it.

He had a strong feeling, "A big secret is coming out." ”

"Very good." The voice was very rough, and the wide robes were raised in the wind. "This is a surprise to me." Between the words, a terrifying silk thread far beyond Luo Chuan's cognition loomed above his head.

Luo Chuan's raised arms were like lifting weights. The weight does not come from empty hands, but from the heart.

"The latest proton test has passed, and the 3,795th Eternal Project has been launched. You will lead your people in the 3,795th rebellion, and if you fail, pass it on to the 3,796th Proton. This is your mission. ”

Boom, Luo Chuan's mind exploded, and the energy knife held high in his hand collapsed. In fright, Luo Chuan asked a question. "Who the hell are you?"

The 'fisherman' or it, as if it had heard the news of Luo Chuan, continued to confide in it like a humanoid machine. "Proton 3795, I'll tell you about the Eternal Project."