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Cheng Yanxiong sat on the ground, watching the two madmen in the distance draw their knives and slash each other, the swords and swords and shadows were intertwined, and the metal buzzed like iron.

What terrifying strength and speed do you need to have to achieve this effect?

As long as one is not careful, it will be cut in two by the other party.

Scenes that could only be seen in movies and TV series before have appeared in reality.

The two guys who were fighting knives suddenly separated, and the guy in crimson seemed to say something, and then he heard a deafening gunshot, and the guy in crimson staggered a few steps and fell to the ground on his back.

"Oh, the main one is out." Nine looked into the distance at a figure with a staggering step.

Cheng Yanxiong followed the gaze of the nineth, a young man who looked the same age as him raised a heavy sniper rifle, aimed at the guy in black, his face was expressionless, and there was a deafening gunshot, and a cloud of blood suddenly burst out of the chest of the guy in black.

Cheng recognized the gun, a Barrett heavy sniper rifle, introducing the regulars in the firearms video. If memory serves, this is an anti-materiel sniper rifle that hits a person, and those two madmen probably can't be saved.

My lord, times have changed.

Cheng Yanxiong suddenly remembered this sentence in his mind.

"Lu Mingfei is also a Chinese, although he looks like a declining boy and a waste of firewood, but there are people behind him and a strong background." Nine introduced.

Cheng Yanxiong heard what No. 9 said, looked at the figure standing in the smoke of gunpowder, holding a sniper rifle in his hand, expressionless, a murderous figure with one shot, a cold-faced killer, and felt that No. 9 had any misunderstanding of the word "waste wood"? But it still didn't come out.

"Now I believe you're crossing over." Nine said again.

"I believe it, I believe it." It's funny, such a big scene, the bullet casings scattered on the ground, the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air, the two madmen whose speed and strength are different from ordinary people, and the last shot of a killer with an expressionless face, even if you don't believe it, you have to believe it.

Travel through the Otherworld, start the battlefield!

"That's good, then I don't have to do your ideological work anymore." No. 9 suddenly held a pistol in his hand and shot at Cheng Yanxiong.

A cloud of blood mist appeared in Cheng Yanxiong's chest, his pupils dilated, and he fell to the ground.

Nine put away his gun, a smile on his lips.

Cheng Yanxiong locked the doors and windows, sat on the bed in the student dormitory, and looked at the file in his hand. This is his file, to be precise, the file of Nine's forged identity in this world.

His name, gender, nationality, age, family information and nothing have changed, except that his year of birth has been changed from 2001 to 1992, and he is still 18 years old. There is also a "Class A bloodline" added to the file, although I don't know what exactly it means, but it sounds like it's not bad.

The archives give a general overview of the background of the world, in 2009, Meiguo, Kassel Academy and tomorrow's entrance exams.

To put it simply, it's like a replacement for his parallel world, but there are more creatures like dragons, dragons once ruled the world as the top of reptiles, and their identities are similar to the top of mammals now - humans, and finally, the emperor of the dragon clan was killed by the rebels and humans, and the dragon clan has been weakened since then, until now, no one has ever heard of a dragon clan ruling the world in history.

Cheng Yanxiong squatted by the toilet, lit the file paper one by one with the lighter that came with the file bag, watched the ashes fall into the toilet, closed the toilet lid, pressed the flush button twice, flushed the water twice, opened the toilet lid again, checked whether there was any ash residue, closed the toilet lid, and flushed the water again.

Cheng Yanxiong suddenly felt that he had the potential to be an undercover agent.

Cheng Yanxiong sat on the bed, looked at the window, and felt that all the good luck or bad luck accumulated in the past eighteen years had been used on this day, an ordinary high school student, taking the college entrance examination a few months later, entering the first crossroads of life, the college entrance examination score exceeded the national score line of the second book, it was very good, went to a second university, studied hard in college, found a good job after coming out, and lived a safe life.

But suddenly, within a day, all these ordinary lives were far away from him, he was hit by a car and died, he met a neurotic devil, signed a verbal contract, and traveled through a parallel world, went abroad, entered a world-class school, and practiced gunfights.

When I used to read online novels, I also fantasized about time travel, all kinds of awesome, gods blocking and killing gods, and I was the only one. Now I feel that it is not bad to have an ordinary life.

Cheng Yanxiong was lying on the bed, he had just eaten two pieces of Sleeping Yao, and now he was waiting for the effect of Sleeping Yao to come out, and by the way, these two pieces of Sleeping Yao were also attached to the file bag.

Really sweet.

Cheng Yanxiong felt that the effect of sleeping Yao came out, his head was groggy, he slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Cheng Yanxiong sat in the classroom, sitting precariously with a serious face.

Cheng Yanxiong had more than a dozen blank sheets of paper in front of him, and the demons around him were dancing wildly, and the music played in the stereo sounded very emotional. Cheng Yanxiong has heard this music in many short videos, although he doesn't know what the title of the song is, but it sounds familiar.

But what's the use of that? Nothing can be written on paper.

Cheng Yanxiong also glanced at what others drew on paper a few times, as if they were drawing rows of ducklings, and everyone drew something different.

Cheng Yanxiong hadn't painted for eight or nine years, and he remembered that when he was in elementary school, he always drew a house in painting class and handed it in for grading, and the house was easy to draw, and he finished painting in a few minutes.

But what to draw now, a group of ducks or a hundred birds and a phoenix? It's not like there are no people in the classroom like him, a petite girl and a boy, the girl doesn't know what the situation is, but the boy he knows, a murderous person who shoots one by one, although it is a drill, but the guy who can skillfully lift a heavy sniper shot is definitely not a good person.

Cheng Yanxiong has not even touched a gun since he was born.

Cheng Yanxiong felt that he was like a frog in a hot soup now, already about to be cooked, but he still had to show the expression that Lao Tzu was taking a bath now, sitting upright, with a straight back and a serious face.

But hell, no matter how straight your back is, you still can't draw, and you don't know what to draw. Cheng Yanxiong once felt that this entrance level test was no different from the previous placement test, and No. 9 didn't give him an answer, thinking that he would definitely be able to pass, and he didn't take it to heart.

Cheng Yanxiong also called for No. 9 in his heart, hoping that No. 9 had any special ability to hear his call, but he had been calling for more than ten minutes, and the demons were still dancing around, and the music playing in the stereo still sounded very emotional.

Cheng Yanxiong feels that the current situation is described as the current situation, and it is reasonable to say that you don't do well in the exam, but if you don't write a word, it's a big problem, but the key is that everyone writes differently, and you don't know what to copy. I heard that if he didn't pass the exam, his memory would be washed away, and then he would go back and forth, but where could he go?