The prisoner retains its primitive offensive habits - it imagines itself as a giant stomach, encapsulates its prey, and then squeezes it like a blender into liquid juice that it absorbs quickly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 It took only 10 seconds for Liu Dajian, a pipeline repairman, to be destroyed and destroyed.

But when it tried to do the same to Veneto, it was calculated by the cunning woman - the prisoner was suddenly fired in the face by six guns larger than a fist, and it felt no different from pulling the trigger with a pistol.

The transparent cavity that had already wrapped Veneto and contracted violently was suddenly filled with red flames, as if a collapsed balloon had been blown up by flames, and the whole thing was blown away. Zhuang Yan could see clearly that the round fireball completely exposed the prisoner's true face.

It was a pool of glittering jellyfish shells, which had been violently bombarded and caused the optical deception system to be disrupted, and finally revealed its true blue color, like a blue jellyfish floating in the sea. And this jellyfish was full of high-temperature flames from the salvo of naval guns, and was blasted like a curtain falling by the wind, fluttering and flying away.

The true face of the prisoner is as simple as a beautiful underwater creature, with only a thin soft shell, softer and boneless than a snail, and more transparent and thinner than a jellyfish. On the blue soft shell, there was a faint steel stamp in ancient Hebrew, branded with a concise word:

"Life imprisonment. Epoch M3026.07.39."

The stealth effect was interrupted, and the prisoner was bombarded by a volley of carefully planned volleys by Veneto, like a floating page, and while still drifting and falling, Veneto had already rushed out of the afterglow of the flames, like a vigorous cheetah, and jumped to the ground, shooting at the prisoner in mid-air.

Two huge triple turrets, as if magnetically bolted to Veneto's waist, followed in mid-air and pursued the brave maiden; They are like two constantly deformed projectiles, when they shoot at Veneto, the arrogant and domineering six cannon barrels quickly turn into flying ashes and drift away with the wind, the two huge turrets are annihilated in a second, and hundreds of sharp flying swords appear out of thin air at the same time as the turret is annihilated, as if steel can also be reincarnated and reborn in the electric light!

Zhuang Yan was dumbfounded, he never expected that among the thousands of weapons, Veneto chose a hundred steps flying sword to deal with the prisoner. Just like a heavy snow that automatically condenses and forms, a hundred flying swords are born out of thin air in an instant. Some of them are slender and graceful, some are majestic and heavy, densely and steadily suspended in the air, like an orderly fleet, but they bring a long-lost legacy of ancient style, and end the life of a prisoner in the most thrilling way!

The translucent prisoner floated in the air like a lost leaf. Time seemed to stand still for a second, because in the next moment, the sword array that was like a bamboo had already "crackled" on the falling prisoner like rain hitting a plantain.

The four thick and stout ancient swords accurately pierced the four corners of the prisoner with a rigorous and meticulous diagonal structure, like four powerful crossbows shooting into sheepskin, "puff puff" against the prisoner against the iron wall and nailed into the steel; The prisoner is like a crumpled oil painting, nailed to the wall indiscriminately, and the four heavy swords are like neat steel nails, which clamp the prisoner into the wall with the whole shell and skin, even if it cannot be pierced, the prisoner cannot move, there is no way to go to the sky, and there is no way to enter the ground.

"Puff puff!" The sound of dense nails was like a rainstorm on a lotus pond, and the prisoner was nailed by a dense network of small flying swords, as if a piece of thatch had grown on the wall, and only the dense sword array nailed to the wall shook slightly, and it was almost impossible to see what the prisoner on the wall looked like.

Zhuang Yan gritted his teeth, and his blood pressure almost broke through the top of his skull. He saw Veneto panting and holding his throwing stance, too vigilant to slacken. He couldn't help but feel numb in his fingers, staring firmly at the sword mound, frowning and thinking, "Could it be that the prisoner was captured like this?" Knowing that the flying sword could not penetrate the prisoner, Veneto chose to use a kinetic weapon to nail the prisoner to the wall. Losing the enemy's mobility is also a form of victory - Amamimon may have the toughest of shells, but his fighting talent is lost to Veneto. ”

The prisoner was nailed to the steel wall by a dense array of swords, and was silent.

Veneto stared at the sword mound, and as she stood up straight, her fingers spread wide, and the only remaining ship-mounted particles rushed into her palm like iron filings attracted by a magnet, blinking into a dazzling javelin.

Veneto didn't squint, threw the javelin into the sword shrine, and patched another nail to the prisoner, before turning his head to look at Zhuang Yan, frowning at each other, and asking with his eyes, "That's okay, right?" ”

Zhuang Yan's heart beat like a drum, and for a moment he was shaken, and even wanted to change his plan, calling Richelieu to come to his aid and capture the prisoner completely.

This may be the first successful extraterrestrial battle in history. Just thinking of this, Zhuang Yan was in a mood and full of pride.

He smiled approvingly at the apprehensive Veneto and said, "You're so good, even a prisoner can ......."

Before he finished speaking, it was as if the fountain planted underground was activated at the same time, and the round water curtain suddenly rose from the ground, like a transparent lotus flower that suddenly closed, wrapping the smiling Veneto inside.

Then the transparent lotus flower suddenly tied its mouth like a cloth bag, and suddenly tightened. Then he was strangled to death, collapsing and shrinking, and in an instant Veneto was wrapped like vacuum-packed cooked food.

Veneto didn't even have time to resist, he just stretched out his hand to push, but it solidified into a sculpture. Zhuang Yan could even see Veneto's surprised and frightened expression through the blue transparent prisoner.

The most terrifying thing was that Veneto's expression had been frozen stiffly at the most frightened moment, and it never changed in the slightest. The prisoner who was wrapped around Veneto seemed to have undergone a material change, from a fluid like a curtain of water to a crystalline state that could immobilize Veneto - it looked like a thrillingly beautiful humanoid amber, more like a ******** terrorist wax figure, the soft and delicate body and the struggling posture complemented each other, the convex body and the frightened expression complemented each other, freezing the beautiful destruction and interpreting the essence of tragedy.

There was a chaotic "clanging bell", and the ship-mounted greatsword that had severed contact with Veneto lost power one after another, fell to the ground, and turned into a pile of scrap metal.

Only then did Zhuang Yan realize with regret that the prisoner might have been waiting for Veneto to be separated from the ship's armor - it was precisely because the ship's armor turned into a sword and was nailed to the wall that the prisoner's surprise attack on Veneto was extremely smooth.

Having lost his ship's outfit, Veneto had no capital to contend with the prisoners, so he was devoured and wrapped by this cunning alien creature and turned into a beautiful and moving wax statue.

Veneto thought that her desperate bet had ushered in victory, but she didn't expect that sometimes victory is a façade of defeat, and the end is another beginning.

Zhuang Yan was unarmed. But he had to do something, and he had to do it now. Because the Prisoner is not a good statue artist, he didn't sneak into the base to make Veneto a beautiful sculpture through the ages. Zhuang Yan must save Veneto immediately, 100,000 urgent, racing against time. (To be continued.) )