The red-haired ghost and Guderian are teammates who have experienced many cooperations, and as soon as they see his gestures, they immediately understand each other's intentions.

"I advise you to be careful," Guderian suddenly said after comprehending the red-haired ghost's intentions, "where we are in the submarine three hundred meters below the surface of the sea. ”

"The artifact in your hand, you must hold it firmly! Otherwise, once you damage the submarine, it will be easy for us to leave. And you, the little girl, and Qi Hong's daughter, had no choice but to sink into the Mariana Trench to be accompanied by underwater creatures. ”

To add to the convincing power, he added, "By the way, I'm Guderian, the illusion architect. The pigeon you saw in the arena and the submarine standing at your feet were all projected by me using illusions. ”

"If I am dead or injured, the submarine will fall apart. ”

Are we under the water?

Han Moying was shocked: she had not received submarine survival training, let alone how to operate any submarines. If she was really trapped by the enemy at 300 meters of water, she would not be sure to drive the submarine back to the surface like Zhang Huayue.

It's all to blame on that vulture, and it has to carry out some kind of false and real tricks. Let her play Fang Yu and let Fang Yu play her own strengths and become a reinforcement hidden in the shadows.

As a result, she ran into a group of freaks with special abilities, and now reinforcements can't come, and she is completely isolated.

If she had to say that she had any merits - knowing that Qi Mengyu was on this ship, killing the gray wolf, and pretending that Fang Yu did not show any flaws, these three little things were done well, which can be regarded as a little insignificant merit.

At the moment when Han Moying was slightly distracted, Guderian's hands were sealed quietly.

Suddenly, an illusion cheetah appeared out of thin air, viciously biting Han Moying's throat. If he is bitten by it, Han Moying will be crippled if he does not die. Guderian was confident in his technique: there is a difference between illusion and illusion.

Illusions can only scare others, illusions are illusions that are embodied and have actual attack capabilities.

Just like the submarine under your feet, although it is a fantasy replica of the god of the north wind, it can indeed dive three or four hundred meters underwater.

Just as Han Moying raised her long sword and hurriedly resisted the attack, the corner of the woman's eye suddenly found that the red-haired ghost was no longer there.

Her heart sank for a moment: I was careless.

At the last second of her life, Han Moying suddenly had a strange thought: If I die here today, I don't know if the falcon's heart will feel a little sad because of me?

On the outskirts of Tianyin City, the sword light in the sky roared, vowing to cut Zhang Huayue into pieces. Suddenly, Zhang Huayue's figure flashed to the side at a completely unreasonable speed.

The throwing knives that had already arrived in front of him all shot into the air, shooting the car ping-pong behind him into a thousand holes.

The clown who controlled the flying knife stared: "The falcon actually knows martial arts, and its strength is not bad? This is completely different from what the intelligence says! Hehe, even if you know martial arts, you can't escape my sword formation." ”

With a soft click, a round of moon-like sword light lit up in an instant.

The clown and Xiaode standing behind the noble son, never expected that the attack would come from behind. Caught off guard, he was shrouded in the light of the bright moon knife at the same time.

The two big heads flew into the air at the same time, and blood shot out of the severed neck incision like a fountain, drifting all over the ground with the wind.

After that, everyone present saw a graceful figure stepping out of the void, holding two knives, one long and one short, in both hands, and gently and skillfully fell back beside Zhang Huayue.

The person who came was Fang Yu, who should have been taken away by the red-haired ghost.

"Oh, my wife's strength is really extraordinary. Qi Hong smiled and tore off the mask on his face, he took the long knife handed by the woman, and said to the only remaining noble son: "Your core strength is nothing more than that?"

"Damn, you dare to stain my evening dress. Seeing the tragic death of his two teammates, the noble son was furious: "It's unforgivable." ”

"If you can be honest with everything, I can give you a lenient sentence. Qi Hong raised the wooden knife in his hand and pointed at your son, "If you still want to resist senselessly, I don't mind pressing you into the septic tank and drowning." ”

"Ridiculous and stupid pariah," said the noble prince, "You think that with a wooden knife blessed by the goddess of nature and the goddess of the moon, you can pose a threat to this prince?"

When the word artifact was spoken, the noble prince had already turned his anger into joy: "Such a weapon is also a tyrannical thing left in your hands." It's better to let Ben Gongzi laugh and accept—"

Before he could finish speaking, a strange figure suddenly appeared behind him.

The man reached out and pinched him, picked him up like a duck's neck, and then broke his neck with a click.

"Damn, where are so many idiots in Tian Yin City? I bullied Lao Tzu, and I didn't ask who Lao Tzu was?" Gu Fan scolded and threw the person on the ground, and then directly used his fingers to penetrate the back of the enemy's head to read his memory.

Soon, Gu Fan found out where Smith was: "Hmph, that bastard is so leisurely, he actually ran to drive a racing car." Who's in the velodrome right now? Stop him. ”

On the racing track in the southern suburbs of Tianyin City, the F1 race is in full swing.

The first race was drawing to a close, and the lead was still led by Smith in the blue car. Even while his men were busy with their own tasks, Smith was still acting in full gear.

His conscientious and conscientious racing is tantamount to putting a layer of protection on the identity of his teammates, and at the same time, he will completely put himself in danger of racing.

No one would have thought that the culprit who made the mistake would have the leisure to play racing.

But the more exciting it is, the more joy Smith will have.

Looking at the red car chasing after him, Smith's excitement became indescribable: just a minute earlier, after the red car had made a pit stop to change its tires, it had changed its conservative driving skills to overtake several cars in a row, biting Smith's tail tightly.

It's as if it replaced the driver when it changed the tires.

And now, it's on par with Smith.

Just when Smith was a little confused, he heard the red rider next to him say something to himself.

If you were someone else, you wouldn't be able to hear what he was talking about.

But Smith wasn't any ordinary man, and he immediately heard the man's words: "When you go to hell, remember to tell your pig teammates." Falcon not only drives, but is also an old driver. ”

In the midst of the lightning, both cars entered the final corner of the course at the same time.

I saw that the red car on the side suddenly turned in the direction and hit the right front wheel of the blue car, and in an instant, Smith's car rolled and flew out. It slammed into the fence, and the whole car burst into flames.

By this time, the red cars had already roared across the finish line.

(End of chapter)

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