The ring-shaped orange knife light spread out, with Feng Xue as the center of the circle, and all the items with a height of more than one meter and a half in the entire Lego industrial area ushered in a tenacity appraisal at this moment.

And those who do not pass will immediately have to undergo a baptism of "height adjustment Dafa".

The pilots of the brute beasts have more or less lost their calves, soles or soles according to their height, but only the six exclusive mechs are still standing, whether they dodge or resist, but they have finally proved that they have the strength to fight.

"It's kind of interesting." Feng Xue held a knife in one hand, and a strong battle intent rose on his body, without any communication, the six exclusive bodies launched an attack almost at the same time.

The roar of the cannon was accompanied by a full-powered bullet that had already exceeded the speed of sound, but the 12.7mm caliber shell was like a machine gun bullet, forming a long whip in the air, swinging its hideous tentacles towards Feng Xue.

The Notai knife that emitted an orange sword light was held by him in one hand, and it was obviously covered by extremely fine firepower, but his eyes were full of lightheartedness.

One step, two steps......

For the first time, the man standing in the midst of the fire broke away from his original position, his movement was so slow, every step was so light, and the huge two-meter-long Notai knife in his hand danced like a branch, like a little boy coming home from school after picking up a perfect branch and breaking into a field of rape flowers.

It was a magical realm, as if all the shells had accurately avoided him, and it was clear that the pilots of each exclusive aircraft were top-level trump cards, but at this time, the woven bullet net could not touch the enemy in the slightest-

Even the cannonballs that let him swing his sword to block were pitiful.

This magical picture was captured by a drone in the live broadcast hovering in the air, and then transmitted to the hottest live broadcast platform at the moment through the unreasonable power of the illusion.

A large amount of [knowledge] converged on Feng Xue's body, but it was slow to condense new entries.

"It's boring, don't play."

Feng Xue, who was sure that he couldn't condense the entry like this, suddenly stepped on it hard, and the moment the spider-web-like cracks spread, his figure disappeared from the capture of the monitor in an instant.

Click!

The sound of metal tearing followed, but the hideous Notai knife had already poured down from the top of the body's head.

Feng Xue, who had solved one mecha, looked at the remaining five mecha that had stopped firing, and didn't even pull out his own knife, but just jumped off the wreckage of the body lightly, put on an unguarded standing posture, and sighed:

"Is that all there is to it?"

"Go according to the plan!"

The pilot of a fighting body said in the team channel, and without waiting for the other teammates to respond, he rushed out first, and the gray body was like a dexterous ape, under the short-range burst of the thruster, it rushed directly in front of Feng Xue.

The arm that was more than three meters was swung out in a whip-like motion, and the speed was pushed to the extreme with a blow, as if he had made up his mind to take advantage of Feng Xue's defenseless state.

Swish!

Feng Xue, who was holding his hands on his chest, saw that the huge fist had come to him, but he didn't even have the intention of putting down his hands, his body leaned back slightly, and between the twisting of his ankles and knees, the yellow cloak danced from behind him.

Syllable!

The bright yellow cloak was like a huge slap, and it slapped precisely on the side of the swinging fist, and with a gentle push of its swing, it destroyed the accuracy of the blow, and Feng Xue raised his right leg high at this moment......

Bang!

With an extremely exaggerated force, the kick slammed into the fist of the gray body, and it actually trampled the body to a stumble.

But when the old power was exhausted and the new power was not born, the two bodies rushed out of the blind spot constructed by the gray body, sandwiching Feng Xue in the middle, one left and one right.

Feng Xue didn't panic about this, his figure suddenly rose, the golden cloak covered the head of the left body, the body twisted, and his right foot kicked the neck of the body with force.

With a dull sound, the head of the body was torn off, then turned into a soccer ball, and was kicked hard at the right side.

The powerful volley knocked the body more than ten meters away, but just as Feng Xue tried to pursue, a thing no bigger than a fist suddenly exploded in front of Feng Xue's eyes.

"Hum—"

A piercing hum and blazing white light covered the heavens and the earth for a moment, followed by a belated roar of machine guns.

One shell after another threw off the sound of discharge, and arrived in front of Feng Xue first, but at this time, these pilots didn't understand at all that Feng Xue relied on thermal weapons instead of vision.

Clear ballistics were built in Feng Xue's mind, and his arms turned into a chaotic afterimage in an instant, and when the aftermath of the flashbang disappeared, everyone who saw the battlefield couldn't help but be speechless for a while.

The gray mech, covered in artillery fire, was still standing with the enemy who was trying to hold it down, and in his hands he was holding a deformed warhead.

"Bang la la la ......"

The crisp sound of metal hitting the ground was as melodious as wind chimes, and to the ears of the remaining pilots, it was like a death knell from hell.

"Bang Bang ......"

The man, who was unscathed in the cannon fire, patted it gently with his hands that had just caught the shell, and said with an approving expression:

"Pretty good awareness, but if that's the idea, at least I have to limit my hands."

With that, a boring expression appeared on his face, and he sighed:

"Forget it, I'll come back next year for the Divine Chosen Gladiatorial Fight, I hope that when the time comes, those guys with the name of the Martial God can give me a little challenge."

After speaking, he walked to the body that had turned into a "scabbard", pulled out the three-day knife, slowly put it back into the sheath, and then inserted it back into the thorns in front of the knees of the Huanglong body, and re-entered the cab.

But until the hatch on the chest of the demonic body closed, no one could make the slightest movement.

Because they know very well that in front of this monster, there is no difference between them, these exclusive pilots, and miscellaneous pilots.

The silky cloak behind the dragon-like body suddenly opened, as if the dragon wings emitted black light instigated, and the violent air flow spread through the Lego industrial area, roaring and shattering one after another.

The buildings that had been severed by the terrifying sword before had only now slid down from their foundations under the action of the wind.

Wailing, panic, and bewilderment spread through the ruins of the Lego Industrial Zone, and the only thing left in the audience was the terrifying back that rose into the air again, as if dyeing the entire sky black.

The ominous music fell on the sky again, and the clouds condensed at this time.

With a dull thunderclap, torrential rain fell......

As for why the protagonist wants to open the mecha instead of simply cultivating the truth......

Social environment, big brother, in a world without Xianxia culture, you told him to cultivate the truth? How does he understand it? Why can the protagonist pick up the strange talk of heaven in the world of gods? It's not because that world has established a knowledge of gods and immortals, this is the cultural foundation.

On the other hand, in a world where the word immortal doesn't even exist, how do you spread the idea of cultivating immortals?

And if you dare to preach "becoming a god", it will be a direct and blatant prying of the corner, and the next moment you will have to usher in a group fight.

And the mecha, whether it exists or not, you will have an impact when you open it.

Secondly, stacked armor is the standard for the form of warfare, ancient Tibetan armor and other complicity in rebellion, and the status of modern armor has declined because it cannot carry hot weapons, but body armor has not stopped research and development.

If there is armor that can resist missiles, then the era of stacked armor will come again.

So why can mecha be called a man's romance? Because this thing is the embodiment of war, the ultimate presentation of the two concepts of "armor" and "weapon".

In addition, big is strong, big is beautiful, and the "giant" image of the mecha itself, no matter what kind of world it is in, will give people an intuitive visual impact.

A huge, weapon-armed robot, and an old man with fairy wind bones, the former is obviously more of a concern, and in the final analysis, unless there is a cultural perception that has been formed, the "implicitness" of the Eastern system is not suitable for the spread of strange stories.

(End of chapter)