However, it was said that Bill Bush was swept by a ray of light in the strange space, and he had no strength to resist when he was almost exhausted, so he had to drift away.

Fortunately, this light does not seem to harm the body, but is warm and very comfortable.

The light flickered in the strange space, and it seemed that it had never appeared.

Bill Bush, who was shrouded in light, only felt that his whole body was like soaking in a hot spring, his mental fatigue was swept away, and his physical injuries were slowly healing.

"Hey, it's healing?" he was surprised.

Just as he wanted to explore the healing mystery of this colored light, the light disappeared all at once, and Bill Bush fell out of it.

I found myself in a void turbulence, and meteorites the size of mountains were originally quietly suspended in the air, doing all kinds of regular movements, eternally unchanged. But the moment he appeared, the peace was shattered, and suddenly an invisible wave that lasted for thousands of miles swept through like ripples of water.

These ripples may not seem to be large, but the power contained in them is unprecedentedly sharp, disintegrating these meteorites one after another, not even a meter, directly turning into particles and disappearing into the turbulence.

It seems that his own appearance has broken the energy balance of the entire void and caused this chaos!

Large and small black holes appeared in the void turbulence, and all kinds of dangerous star true fires gathered in the space, and then disintegrated and evaporated one after another with the fluctuation of energy, leaving no trace.

This fluctuating force seems to have reached the level of an absolute king, making Bill Bush's face extremely solemn.

This invisible fluctuation that is thousands of miles long, I don't know how many thousands of miles, hundreds of millions of miles, has been moving forward, endlessly. At the last moment, it finally slowed down and stayed on the edge of a galaxy.

This galaxy traverses the void, and its width does not know its width, and its length does not know its length. It is composed of countless luminous meteorites with a size of hundreds of miles, even thousands of miles, thousands of miles, and hundreds of thousands of miles, like quicksand in the river, floating in infinity.

Feeling the surging power of the galaxy, the invisible fluctuations finally stopped, and suddenly a figure appeared from it.

"Who!?" said Bill Bush.

"Who!?" said the figure, parroting, to Bill Bush.

"Who are you, and why are you here?"

"Who are you, and why are you here?"

"Why did you learn me to speak?"

"Why did you learn me to speak?"

Bill Bush finally got angry, every time he said a word, the other party would follow suit, if it weren't for his absence now, he would have been unable to help but take action!

Bill Bush slowly approached the figure, and the chaotic space seemed to balance and calm down again.

He ripped off a black, matte necklace around his neck, and crushed a metal bead hanging from the necklace.

A round pill rolled into the palm of his hand, and was put into his mouth by Bill Bush, chewed and swallowed, this was his last small pill, in case of emergency.

The rapid spread of the medicinal power accelerated the recovery of the injury and Zhenyuan, which gave him confidence.

However, the terrifying fluctuation just now also shocked him, and he still didn't dare to slack off and took off the spear on his arms and spliced it together!

As his strength regained his strength, Bill Bush moved faster and faster, and gradually a series of phantoms dragged out from behind him.

Closer, closer!

The figure stood motionless, silent, as if waiting for Bill Bush to come.

Bill Bush's black spear was slowly raised, perpendicular to his body, and the tip of the spear pointed at each other in the distance!

As the distance closed, Bill Bush saw that the man had an extra spear in his hand at some point, and the tip of the spear was pointed squarely at him.

"Shoot in front of me?"

A sneer appeared on Bill Bush's lips.

He has been immersed in the gun path for many years, and he asks himself that he is as evil as Lin Sen, and if he uses a gun to fight against him, he will definitely not be his opponent.

Accelerating, accelerating, the tip of the spear pierced the airflow and let out a terrible scream.

The black tip began to redden, the temperature of the metal had risen due to the long period of intense friction, and even the air around the tip of the gun had been distorted by the high temperature.

Bill Bush got closer and closer to the figure, and gradually he could see the man's face clearly.

His gaze slowly became hesitant, and then shocked, the figure actually looked the same as himself!

"What's going on?"

His spear began to slow down, eventually stopping in front of the chest of a motionless figure.

"Who the hell are you, and why did you take on my form?"

Bill Bush asked sharply, his face changing uncertainly, but he thought that this thing was extremely strange.

"Who the hell are you, and why did you take on my form?"

The figure began to parrot his hateful words again, "Is it a madman?" or is it playing tricks on me?"

Enraged, Bill Bush no longer hesitated, and stabbed his spear in mid-air.

But at the same time as Bill Bush made a move, the figure also moved, and retreated sharply in the direction from which the gun was stabbed, so fast that the tip of the gun that was close at hand could not catch up with him.

Bill Bush's face changed slightly, such a speed is simply terrifying, and ordinary kings could not do it. Just because of the violent friction in this kind of rapidity, if the physical body is not strong enough to a certain extent, I am afraid that the body will soon be decomposed by high temperatures.

"This man is so powerful!"

Bill Bush has heightened his vigilance, he doesn't want to capsize in the gutter of this little world.

The figure that looked exactly like Bill Bush, with a pair of green eyes staring at the stabbing gun, the gun in his hand retracted behind him at some point, hidden in his back.

It was impossible for the gun to run endlessly, and when he finally ran out, he paused slightly.

The figure's eyes lit up, and the spear hidden behind it stabbed out.

This time it was Bill Bush who kept backing away, and what made him even more depressed was that the shot he had stabbed was exactly the same as the one he had stabbed before, like a mirror reflecting himself.

At the same time, he was also a little surprised, he didn't know that the other party would have learned this set of marksmanship in the first place, or he had learned it temporarily.

If it is the latter, Bill Bush will have to be careful, the other party must be a super genius like Lin Sen.

Having fought with Lin Sen, he knows that this kind of genius cannot be reasoned with, and there will always be some unexpected situations.

"Why is it always me who is unlucky?!" Bill Bush exclaimed again.