The institute is on fire.

First, several small wooden buildings were set on fire by the two Yue martial artists, and then blown by the sea breeze, and suddenly "poured" a tongue of fire several meters high. Then the flowers and trees were also ignited, and more than a dozen disciples of the Nanhai Sect Xiuzhen were divided into several teams and searched through the light of the flames. In the end, even the main building caught fire, but it was cut off from air circulation by the glass curtain wall, and the wall was a flame-retardant material, and the fire only burned for a while before it was extinguished, and billowing smoke erupted from the roof, like a beacon fire in an emergency.

In the square, corpses were in disarray, and blood was pouring down.

Long Chen stood in the center of the square with his hands behind his back, his clothes still neat, and his face calmly looked up at the night sky.

In front of him was Hu Xiangzi, who was wearing fish scale armor and a bright silver helmet, holding three thorns. The soft armor on his body was stained with blood, and was torn from shoulder to waist by sharp weapons, and the lower part of the helmet was even broken with a large hole, making a heavy panting sound of "whew".

In most of the square in front of Hu Xiangzi, there was a one-zhang square circle of light rolling, and there seemed to be thousands of figures fighting fiercely in it. Everything that comes near, whether it be velvet, dead leaves, rags, or wood chips, is powdered. Wherever he went, the air distorted like a lens, and he could see the other side, but he couldn't see it really, as if he was separated by layers of translucent phantoms.

The murderous spirit is soaring, and the power is like a volley of the sun.

With a "pop", there was a loud bang like a bubble bursting, and a silver-white figure was knocked out of the light cluster. Immediately afterward, the air wave exploded, hitting both sides of the square like a sea of mountains.

On the edge of the square on the opposite side stood a row of cultivators, and in the middle was an old man with a thin face, who took a step forward when he saw the situation, and a wall of qi more than ten meters long appeared out of thin air, covering the dozen or so people behind him. The wave of air whistled from both sides, uprooting the roses in the flower beds.

This old man is Jiang Songzi, the elder of the Nanhai faction, because it is still early before the agreed time to start the war, Ben and Chifengzi stay comfortably in a secret place in Dongfang City. As for what they are doing, it is not enough for outsiders. As a result, when they were halfway comfortable, they received an urgent message, and the sea in the research institute was burned red, and they were afraid that Nanxing would lose, so they urgently ordered the inner and outer doors to act cheaply. As for how to communicate, nonsense, of course, it won't be a thousand miles of transmission. Isn't there a saying that the Daomen goes with the flow, but it's not enough for outsiders.

After a while, they received another message, and the outer door sent out an emergency arrow in advance, and the two Taoists could no longer sit still. When I went outside, I strangely found that even Dongfang City was in chaos, half of the city was cut off from power and water, and police cars and fire trucks were whistling and shuttling. Then it was discovered that they had lost contact with the inner and outer disciples of the small town of Nanao, and even the wired and wireless signals of the entire Dongfang City were all cut off.

What happened? Could it be that the Bright World would dare to use a mass murder weapon, or would the secular world unite against the South China Sea faction?

The two Taoists unfolded their methods, and they arrived in only thirty minutes after seventy or eighty miles, but fortunately in time.

Passing through, I saw a heavy blockade ten miles away from South Australia, and I could not enter or exit. The two Taoists knew that it was the secular world that was guarding against the spread of war, and smiled contemptuously.

One of the tall and bearded people in the square was none other than Chi Fengzi. After the ball of light burst in the field, he only took two steps back and stood firmly, exuding a domineering momentum. It's just that his appearance is indeed a little embarrassed, his hair is scorched and curly, and his cyan robe is torn in several places, revealing a moon-white lining. The figure seemed to be motionless, but the fingers were trembling slightly.

The cultivators in the back row were the previous inner and outer disciples of the Nanhai Sect, and they were silent when they looked at the situation in the field, and their hearts turned upside down.

In tonight's battle, the martial artist killing array actually swept through the cultivation of the third layer of qi refining, and a martial arts hall actually resisted the elders of the fifth layer of qi refining for so long, is there any heavenly reason?

But they didn't know that compared to the upcoming scene, everything in front of them could only be regarded as pediatric.

As soon as the silver-white tall figure landed, he made a jack drop, still unable to stabilize his figure, staggered back three steps and then lunged the door, with both palms out. A valve was born suddenly, but it was weak to follow, and it was overwhelmed by the violent air wave in an instant.

The woman flew upside down, knocked over Hu Xiangzi, and knocked down Long Chen, and the three of them immediately turned into rolling gourds.

Long Chen's dirty face got up with a black face, looking embarrassed, but his expression was still bright. He went to help Butterfly Dance first, and the latter straightened up to make a stance to block the front, but only half the movement was made before he collapsed in his arms.

After Hu Xiangzi was hit, he even took off the three thorns, and tried hard to stand up, but he stumbled, simply knelt on one knee and pleaded hoarsely: "Two adults, the subordinates are incompetent and ineffective, so they can only fight to the death." ”

The hall and martial artists were basically killed in battle, half of the second layer of qi refining was destroyed, and the remaining few escorted a large number of people and the wounded to leave through the emergency passage. But later, I heard the shouts of fighting over there, and I didn't know if I had escaped.

After the broken team, only the three of them remained!

Long Chen didn't seem to know that he was exhausted, so he carefully let Butterfly Dance lean against his chest, untied the chain around her neck with both hands, and took off his helmet.

The woman's long hair was spread out, the corners of her mouth were bloody, but her eyebrows and eyes were so supple, sweeping away the heroic spirit of the past.

She looked at him, quietly at him, a playful smile on the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were covered with a layer of misty sadness.

As soon as her body went limp and was about to slide down, he hurriedly threw away his helmet and wrapped it around her waist, and supported her shoulder with one hand.

He had never imagined that the body of a martial arts peak powerhouse would be so soft and fragrant, and through the cold and fine fish scale armor, there seemed to be a wave of heat penetrating into his palm.

The moonlight is like water, and the fire is blazing, reflecting on a gorgeous and stubborn face.

He knew she was good-looking, but he didn't know how thrilling it would be, so he didn't want to look away from him.

Her eyes and face were slightly closed, her eyelashes trembled, and her pale face was flushed with a flush, like a withering summer flower.

She was indeed very tired and tired, but she was still reluctant to close her eyes, as if she was afraid that she would never see him again.

She had a lot to say, but suddenly she didn't want to say anything, she just wanted to lean on him lazily and lean on the ground for a long time.

Is that the end? She doesn't regret it.

The moment they met their eyes, he was enlightened and understood her mind.

Yes, even without the Courier's command, this woman would stand in front of her and fight until the last moment!

In fact, she didn't regard him as an adult at work, but a lover in her heart.

She had already given so many hints, and he didn't understand it, or he deliberately didn't understand it.

His heartstrings, which were as tough as a tightrope, trembled, suddenly felt that he was really stupid and wasted so much good time!

The high-voltage arc photoelectric is the last defensive technological force that the Courier Lord allows to be used, with the purpose of making the cultivation world realize that the "Bright World" can enhance the value of martial arts and cultivation, so as to take the bait.

He still has a lot of power to use, but neither does the South China Sea faction.

If he fails miserably like this, he will not regret it.

Because at the last moment, he suddenly realized that life is too short, and those noble and great careers may not be more important than hugging his beloved!

Moreover, her daughter Bingling also likes her very much!

He smiled, very wistful.

"A pair of dogs and a man, so disgusting. That woman is strong enough, wait a minute, let Lao Tzu train her well! What bullshit Jianghu Seven Kills, Lao Tzu is the Southern Dipper Seven Kills, stay in bed for a while and kill her. The Seven Killings among the inner disciples said with a lewd smile.

"Shameless!

Hu Xiangzi had already turned around to block the front, and when he heard the words, he roared angrily, and he was about to pounce, but he couldn't even stand steadily, and the sound he made was weak.

"Haha, what does it mean to be shameless? Ignorance is shameless! Our Nanhai faction is not close to women, but we can't help women, how can you understand it when you are a casual cultivator? You are willing to be a lackey of the laity, isn't that woman giving you a great sweetness?"

The person who answered the call was Tiantong in the Six Stars of the Southern Dipper, who had always been articulate, and he had just suffered a big loss in the hands of Xiangzi, who was all in the third layer of Qi refining, and he lost face, and he couldn't wait to eat his flesh and sleep on his skin, where would he let go of the opportunity to hit the other party's mind.

The disciples laughed, Yun Fei coughed twice, glanced at the two elders, and stopped talking.

Chi Fengzi was silent in his self-standing position, and seemed to be recovering his vitality. Jiang Songzi sneered, and did not reprimand the seven killings and Tiantong's indecent words, and said:

"Long Chen, in the eyes of our cultivators, the heroes of the world are just big ants. As I said before, you are not qualified for peace talks, you can only submit to the law, and the first condition is to surrender the thirteen criminals. Poor Dao only gives you three minutes to think about it, otherwise he will kill them both and search your soul. ”

Butterfly Dance was tall and slender, and Long Chen hugged the willow waist and lifted it up, so that her head could rest comfortably on her shoulder, as if she hadn't heard Jiang Songzi's ultimatum, and ordered Hu Xiangzi: "Take off your helmet." ”

Seeing that the other party was stunned, he added: "In order to resist the attack of the divine sense, it is not worth covering the prickly heat on the face", and Yan Bi laughed.

Hu Xiangzi followed him longer than Butterfly Dance, and when he heard this laughter, he took off his helmet and threw it away, and asked, "Why are you laughing?"

"I remembered a joke about an ant hanging from an elephant's neck and screaming viciously, strangled him!"

The disciples of the Nanhai Sect looked at each other, and there was a trace of admiration for Long Chen in their hearts. When death comes, not everyone laughs.

Jiang Songzi felt that this joke was not funny at all, but a trace of uneasiness was like a bean sprout in the soil, and he was good in the wind, and he broke his mood in an instant.

He looked up at the sky alarmingly.

Hahaha, Hu Xiangzi looked up to the sky and laughed, full of pride. But the laughter stopped abruptly, as if the crowing rooster had been pinched by the neck, and the eyes were wide and round.

The groggy Butterfly Dance was also awakened by laughter, and drilled her head into Long Chen's neck, her eyes like silk.

Long Chen leaned back slightly, leaned his head closer to his ear and said softly, "Fool, look at the sky." ”

......

In the 1,000-kilometer fan-shaped area centered on Dongfang City, tens of thousands of extremely powerful information streams are raging through the network, as if searching for something, and the firewall set up by humans is like paper paste in front of it.

The information command systems of four airports and five ports were destroyed, cable television and wireless communications were cut off in eight cities, transportation and power supply were completely disordered, two planes crashed, subway and high-speed railways were urgently suspended, and countless traffic accidents occurred on the ground. One naval base and two missile bases have suffered devastating blows, and the weapons command system has completely failed......

The human world is in a mess, as if it is about to end.

Tens of thousands of powerful information streams gradually calmed down, quietly merging into dozens of well-preserved wireless transmitting base stations, and entering the vast space with radio waves.

In the geosynchronous orbit directly above the Tianlong Institute of Life Sciences, a thin phantom sits on a satellite. As the satellite receives more and more information streams, the phantom becomes more and more solid, and finally transforms into a human form.

Ying Zheng sat on top of the satellite, his head was crowned, he was dressed in a black crown and a red crown at the bottom, and a broad bronze sword was lying across his knees. The black crown plate is round in front and behind, the ear-filling streamers hang down from the left and right, the bead curtains are swaying in front and back, the nose is faintly visible like a hanging gall, the eyes are like a star, the jaw is thick and the beard is elegant, and the face is about haggard.

He finally retracted his gaze and looked down, stood up, and jumped down.

He descended extremely fast, reaching the edge of the atmosphere in only a few tens of seconds.

However, at this moment, a space telescope 3,000 kilometers away, which was slightly deflected a little more than usual, continuously emitted powerful radio waves and drilled into the "Bright World" satellite where Ying Zheng was just sitting.

If you simulate the world of data as a scenario that humans can understand, this is roughly the case.

A pale-faced little girl entered a large house with a familiar way, and while calling up the telescope to stare at Yingzheng who was piercing the clouds and fog below, she adjusted the crosshair of a high-energy laser cannon and charged it sharply.