"I'll just see how strong this guy is." Flying Prism said fiercely. Now the Flying Star can also see clearly, although the pioneer is in human form, its appearance is really disgusting and ugly.

The pioneer of this opening cannon has black tendons on his head because he is too hard. The appearance of moving is like a black earthworm crawling, which is really shocking.

"Wait—" was Fried's voice, causing the whole Prism Star to look at him. I let the Flying Prism Star attack before, but now I have to stop again, what about playing people?

After Prism saw Fried use the white jade sword to set up his starting stance, he didn't say anything against it, and Prism knew that this was a prelude to Fried's preparation. This is because I feel that this person is confused about scientific research and will not cooperate with the arrangement of the attack.

"Now, Prism, borrow your sword dance." Frid had already seen that the hole in the transparent barrier was being broken wider and wider, the size of a huge door panel, and it could pass several people.

Without Fried's reminder, Prism naturally saw it. And behind the pitch-black one-horned man, Flying Star also saw several black-clad figures, standing aside and waiting.

"......" Flying Prism just spread his hands, shook his head and smiled bitterly, did not speak, and looked at the energy scale on the hilt of the Flame Sword. At this time, the energy shown on it is still more than 96.3 percent.

Most of it was consumed by the original skill of the Flame Sword, and the rest was the energy consumed by the Flying Prism's self-created moves and fighting with his body, and of course, the consumption of making the length of the Flame Sword skyrocket and the temperature higher, which also required energy and was counted as other parts.

If there was no other part of the energy consumed, Flying Star knew that at this moment, the Flame Sword Energy Meter should only show a single digit after the decimal point...... Ninety-six .5 percent.

"The Sword Dance can only be played twice a day, and the number of times is already limited, so let's use other skills to attack..."Flying Star didn't expect that Fried didn't know this, he remembered that he should have told Fried in the first place.

"No, don't worry, continue to use the Diagonal Sword Dance." Fried continued, not taking what Prism had just said to heart.

"You don't understand what I'm saying?" Flying Star raised his eyebrows, he didn't believe it, and wanted to try it before making a conclusion.

"Look at it." Fried pointed to the sky and continued, "It's past three o'clock in the afternoon, and your Flame Sword's skill has been reset. You inherited the lightning set on Earth, so naturally it was calculated according to the most accurate time on Earth. ”

"The most accurate time?" Flying Prism frowned, how could he not know this thing, but when he heard Fried say this, he seemed to be really impressed, but Flying Prism just couldn't remember it.

"Based on you, as soon as the sun passes directly above you, your skills have been reset, in other words, your three quarters of noon have passed, and the time centered on you is the most accurate." Fried said with a stern expression, completely forgetting what he had just said, "is now". I don't know if Fried knew that the time had been missed, or if it had lasted for a long time.

"And there are things like this, which I didn't know very well before." Flying Prism said indifferently, without the slightly solemn look he had before. Although it was the first time he had heard about his Flame Sword, he was not very surprised, and even if it wasn't, he could use other skills, and he was not afraid of not being able to use them.

"If you continue to go this way now, maybe the skill won't be available again." The direction that Fried speaks of is, of course, the direction in which the sun moves. He didn't praise his father for chasing the sun, why did he run in that direction?

Although Prism was confident that he could catch up with the Suns, he would never do such a thing as a running away. If the speed is set to the highest, the flying star can run 700 meters in one second, and on the orbital line of the Bermuda Triangle, it can indeed catch up with the sun. If you have time to do the math, you will find that even on the equator, you can catch up with the sun.

Even if the ocean is in the way, Prism has the help of rocket thrusters and flies directly across the ocean. Unfortunately, the fastest speed of his rocket thrusters that could be loaded on his body was only about the same as his fastest running speed.

Although the speed of this thruster is not faster than its highest running speed, it is very convenient, but it is true, and the main thing is that it can last for a long time and can fly. What's even better is that his rocket thrusters are transparent, as are the erupting flames. So it's self-evident how convenient it actually is.

"I say, do you want to continue attacking them?" Flying Prism pointed to the transparent enchantment that had been broken through a big hole by the black-headed and black-brained pioneer at some point.

"Jiao, I told you two words of nonsense, and I almost forgot about this stubble." Although Fried's words are exaggerated, they are not as nervous as ordinary people imagine. In his opinion, it was important to destroy the enemy this time, but it was even more important to let Prism know more about his Flame Sword.

If Prism has a better understanding of the weapons he has, he will naturally play more strength, which is also very important, which is why Fried will explain so much to Prism. The enemies this time were indeed stronger than the others who had come a few days ago, but since Prism Star had already arrived, Frid was not too nervous.

"I don't think you're nervous," Prism said honestly.

"Borrow your sword for dance." Fried didn't continue to talk nonsense with Prism, reiterating that he needed Prism's diagonal sword dance.

"How do I borrow it?" Prism didn't continue to talk nonsense with Fleet, seeing that he was quite interested in his sword dance, there should be some reason. Listening to Fried's words, did he want to let himself attack first, and he would attack later? After all, Fried had reiterated it more than once, but Prism didn't bother to ask him so much why, now was not the time.

"Just let it go." Fried said.

......Before Fried could finish speaking, the Flying Prism Star had already made a move, and the Flame Sword had skyrocketed to a pale gold color that was more than a foot long, and it slashed quickly and steadily in an "X" shape. However, what made Flying Prism feel strange was that the sound of breaking the air caused by the release of the diagonal sword dance here seemed to be different from other places, could it be that the harmful gases of this island were too thick?

Flying Star had already seen the black-headed, black-brained, horn-bearing alien running towards them, and he was holding a black spear nearly a foot long in his hand, which was terrifying.

Before the spear arrived, the shadow of the spear arrived. Hundreds of arm-thick black spear shadows diffused, as if they were substance, extremely hard, and the momentum of the rapid sweep made the ground not far away sink a little.

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