Then there's no need to talk about it!

If you don't have to talk about it, you won't talk about it, you won't talk to each other coldly, you won't use boring conversations to show whether each other is right or wrong, and there's no need to even scold each other.

The times are advancing, living things are evolving, and various civilizations will evolve between different races, but it seems that the final point of all problems will evolve into the most primitive and basic way. Destroy each other!

Devour, kill, with fangs, claws, with stones, tools, fire, gunfire, gunfire, armies, civilizations, and even drop an entire plaintext to another plane, or dimension.

Contradictions arise between each other, so as long as the other party is eliminated, the contradiction will naturally be resolved, which is the simplest answer that can be obtained without any reasoning ability.

And so the war began.

By two people, in this gap between time and space that stretches for thousands of miles, silence suddenly broke out.

The old man's movements are too simple, just an ordinary step, without any fancy pace and rhythm, but it is also extraordinarily powerful, in the face of absolute speed and strength, all the techniques seem so useless, as long as you get close to the other party, contact the other party, and penetrate the physical power into the opponent's body, and this force just exceeds the upper limit of the opponent's body. From the fights in the streets and alleys, to the bloody battles on the battlefield, and even to the life and death of the two worlds, in fact, to put it bluntly, it is such a simple truth, and there is no need to even distinguish between [long-range attack] and [process attack], because as long as it is fast enough, it is the same from far and near.

So, in an instant, the flames between the mountains rang out, and at the strange dividing line between the darkness and the void crack, the legion of the dead that gathered all the military forces of this world was like a piece of boundless beasts, hungry and thirsty for many years, and persistently pounced towards the final place of death, and those mechanized troops condensed into a magnificent torrent, coldly and frantically crushing the ice between the mountains, accompanied by the skyrocketing fire and the devastation all over the ground, all the way towards the old man.

And their target is the snow-capped mountain peak behind the old man standing in the dark, right there, the space-time rift research data that records the last hope of this world, right there!

Of course, the old man's speed was faster than anyone else's, in fact, before the endless army was launched, he had already turned into a miserable white streamer, and rushed straight into the battle formation, and also straight in front of the junior who had given him the most high hopes.

Of course, the people of this world can't believe that the two people who are fighting fiercely at this time were still sitting at the same table drinking tea more than a year ago, and the man respects the old man, and the old man also sees the man as the heir of his will after death.

In fact, there is nothing to fear, because death is already one of the most commonplace elements in this world, and no one would delusionally imagine that they would be able to die right, endure endless pain in a hospital bed, and finally end their lives tragically, as if it was more heroic and heroic to turn into flesh and blood under the old man who was like a god and demon in the distance, and his creepy power.

But he still didn't expect that the old man would be so powerful that he didn't even give himself a chance to breathe, and even in a few seconds, he would bombard himself to death.

However, this force was still too great, although it avoided direct contact, but the wind pressure brought out instantly enveloped Sherlock, and his body flew out upside down like a broken kite, followed by the whistling rock fragments and flying ice and snow, smashed a large area of deep rock, rolled into the army in the distant col, roared and dragged a deep ditch on the ground, and I don't know how many people's bodies were destroyed.

Above the sky, the near-Earth satellite maintained a relatively stationary position with the rotation of the earth, and in the battle array, the generals of the army looked down on this war beyond their comprehension from a high altitude, and they looked at the single thin body that swallowed mountains and rivers between a movement and a stillness, setting off a storm and snow curtain with strength and speed, and one by one they were tense, only to feel creepy!

Even the researchers who had watched the video of the first visitor from another world more than a dozen times were still shocked beyond words.

At a certain moment

Suddenly, the old man pressed Sherlock's face door and crushed his entire head into the steel of war, and Sherlock's eyes passed through the other party's fingers, feeling the violent fist wind just leaving his side ribs, and at the same time, the old man's chest bulged slightly, which was a rough ventilation that a creature would inevitably accompany after strenuous exercise.

Fortunately, every time he endured the miserable endurance, countless simulated images were formed in Sherlock's brain, and he was constantly adapting to the strength and speed of his own bombardment, and even simulating the old man's habits, emotions, breathing rhythm, and killing intent in his eyes.

"Attack!!"

Even they couldn't imagine how they would have responded if the terrifying white-haired old man had poured all his offensive into the Zhou army.

Some soldiers who were close to them were swept away by this wave of air, and the heavy bulletproof guards on their bodies hit the cold rocks, and the guns in their hands subconsciously fired, but they only shot out undoubted firelight in mid-air, their ears were cracked, their chests churned, and even blood was shocked.

Fortunately, the old man didn't do this now, maybe he didn't feel that the army was too much of a threat to him, or for some unknown reason, in short, he focused all his attention on the second visitor from another world.

If it's a mistake, it must be corrected!

It's going to be erased!

The most powerful way to defeat death is to die.

At the same moment, Sherlock's eyes instantly shrank into a small focus, and his gaze and brain, which could be indiscriminately captured in the most complex movement trajectories, did not keep up with the extremely simple straight line at this moment.

The old man moved silently, not because there was no sound, but before he had time to hear the explosion at that moment, his body had already come to the other party, leaving only the gradually blurred phantom of the original place, which had just escaped the inertia of visual capture.

It is precisely because of this that when the man made this series of events, the old man seemed to feel that he had his share of the guilt for all this.

Between the mountains, a strong wind exploded, it was the wave of air that had just reacted to the snow under his feet when the old man moved, this force spread out in a circle, whistling across the peaks of the strange snow-capped mountains, and then formed a demonic roar-like roar along the ravines between the mountains.

In the satellite picture, the center of the army has been swept out of a large open space by the frantic wind, and the vibrations of smoke and dust represent the collision of huge forces, and occasionally you can catch a glimpse of a body covered in blood on the ground constantly being smashed into a mountain, or crashing into the sky, as if the man was going to be shattered in the dark curtain in the next moment.

The old man and the man were very close to each other, only three or five meters away, and for an ordinary person, this distance could go up to two

It takes a few seconds, but under this black and white space, between the simplest colors, this distance is really terrifying.

But it turned out that this common sense did not apply to the old man in front of him at all, the power of the mountain cracking stone was constantly pouring into his body, and every blow almost crushed him, there was no dodge at all, and it seemed that it would never stop.

In the midst of the loud roar, a shout suddenly rang out from the people's helmets, dispelling the fear in their hearts.

Sherlock's whole body was smashed into the ground, and the mountain rock behind him had already turned into rubble, in fact, since the very beginning, he has been subjected to an unprecedented terrifying bombardment. He knew very well that he was a genius, and after becoming a contractor, he had become one of the most powerful people in the world in just a few years, and after all these years of training, he should be even stronger than he imagined.

Blood occupied most of his field of vision, the pain around his body was already overflowing, during this time, he hadn't even fought back, he didn't know how many bones were broken, and his internal organs were almost burst open by the force that penetrated.

This is just an instant, Sherlock's small pupils, beyond the ability to reflect ordinary people crazy operation, hideously drive the muscles of the body, so that the body out of the reflection generally made the most correct response, the leg on the side of the body fiercely on a rock, making his body strong

A fierce and strange twist, avoiding the terrifying force that came straight to his chest.

Shylock had always thought that the elder Dante had not exercised for decades, and that his life had finally come to an end, and that his strength should be far weaker than in the prime of his youth.

For a moment, no one reacted to what was happening, and the instinct of the creature directly caused people to feel terror that went straight to their hearts.

At this moment, Sherlock's entire body slammed backwards, and the broken steel chassis and the rubble below suddenly collapsed, creating a gap of less than half a centimeter between his body and the other party's palm.

Then, "Boom!" There was a loud explosion in the air.

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