Dozens of rays of light speed poured down like raindrops.
At the same time as he was shooting at the speed of light, Zhao Yuan's "speed" realm reached its peak state, like a fiery red stream of light moving in different directions in the Valley of Soldiers.
Puff Puff Puff!
The speed of light hit the ground in Bingjie Valley, emitting a burning smell. Some of the corpses of the walking dead were directly vaporized. Some cultivators who were harmed by Chiyu were also shot and screamed. Some were caught off guard.
, was directly shot and seriously injured.
The huge steel monster looks extremely heavy, but its speed is extremely astonishing. It can move dozens of feet at a time, and it is extremely agile. It keeps running through the Valley of Soldiers, chasing cultivators, and originally surrounded the drop-shaped metal spaceship.
The cultivators who lived there scattered and fled for their lives.
Of course, there are cultivators who raise flying sword magic weapons to attack the steel monster. However, the steel monster is pulsating with a layer of energy shield and is almost immune to the flying sword magic weapons, so it does not pose any threat at all.
The danger level of this ordinary human being has surpassed that of most cultivators.
The beam fired by the steel monster is not as powerful as the beam fired by the drop-shaped metal spacecraft, but it is also extremely deadly. Moreover, its shooting is not diffuse and is extremely targeted. If it is allowed to shoot non-stop, it will be exhausted.
The cultivators have no possibility of defeating it.
At this time, due to the extremely strong mobility of the steel monster, the battlefield has spread from the valley of troops to the vast plains.
There were nearly a hundred cultivators and a steady stream of cultivators who came to watch the excitement were all affected.
For those terrifying beams, distance is not a problem. As long as it is within the sight of the steel monster, it will become the target of its attack.
The attack range of the steel monster covers at least dozens of miles.
The cultivators were severely beaten by the beams, but no one was willing to escape. They desperately raised their flying swords and magic weapons and attacked non-stop. For a moment, murderous intent surged in the sky above Bingjie Valley, and flying swords were rampant.
However, the cultivators soon discovered that as long as they did not take the initiative to attack, the steel monster would not attack them. Gradually, the cultivators who were originally affected became spectators.
From beginning to end, Zhao Yuan was running wildly, and the Transformers' main target was him.
It is reasonable for the Transformers to attack Zhao Yuan, because it was Zhao Yuan who destroyed the drop-shaped metal spaceship.
There was no color on No. 3's pale face, and his eyes were fixed on the holographic screen. There was an incredible look of shock in his eyes.
The physical strength of the long-haired young man wearing the fiery red armor is far beyond the scope of No. 3's thinking. The opponent is not only able to defend against laser beams, but can also sense the direction of the mecha's shooting in advance. Often, he aims at the target.
After that, it was just a matter of cents.
What No. 3 drives is not a Transformer, but a "mecha." Mechas are the ultimate weapons for humans to fight in close combat with cultivators and gods.
The fragile body of human beings is simply unable to fight against the gods who can move mountains and seas at every turn. However, a mecha protected by an energy shield is different. The mecha can not only form a hard protective shell, but also have extremely terrifying speeds.
and lethality, making up for the shortcomings of ordinary humans.
Of course, it is simply impossible for mechas to kill those ancient gods, but there is still no problem in killing ordinary cultivators.
In addition, apart from fighting, the mecha's main purpose is to wait for rescue in an unfamiliar environment, because it cannot break through space barriers like a spaceship.
Now, No. 3 is waiting for rescue.
He believed that within a few hours at most, the headquarters would dispatch a rescue team.
It is precisely for this reason that No. 3 keeps attacking.
Attack is the best defense.
Now, there are not many cultivators that worry No. 3. Those cultivators of advanced fifth level and early ascension stage are not in his eyes, because their fighting methods mostly use spiritual energy to drive magic weapons and possess energy shields.
The protective mecha has natural immunity to those flying sword magic weapons.
The only thing that worries No. 3 is the long-haired young man wearing fiery red armor.
In the awakened human world, it has never been heard of a human cultivator destroying a drop-shaped metal spaceship through the raw power of the body.
No one knows the solidity and power of the teardrop-shaped metal spacecraft better than No. 3. It is an aircraft that can compete with the gods.
The teardrop-shaped metal spaceship has surging power. It can tear the void, break through the barriers of the universe, and roam freely in the universe. It also has many terrible weapons. Not to mention destroying a planet, even if it destroys a star field, it is
Between your fingers.
Of course, those terrifying weapons on the drop-shaped metal spaceship cannot be used casually. Every powerful weapon requires a very complicated authorization process...
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With Bingjie Valley as the center, a radius of dozens of miles became a battlefield for killings. The huge sound made by the huge and heavy steel body attracted hundreds of cultivators in a steady stream.
The countless walking corpses awakened by the King of Corpses have been killed one by one due to their slow movement, leaving behind the King of Corpses who is the bare commander.
At this time, the King of Corpses was covered in cuts and bruises, and his white bathrobe was even more riddled with holes, making him look miserable.
The King of Corpses has been cultivating for who knows how many thousands of years. He is the soul of ancient gods that has gathered into life. His body is not as powerful as Zhao Yuan. However, facing the raindrop-like beam shot, he was still badly beaten.
Being exhausted, there is no chance to resist.
After running for a full stick of incense, the King of Corpses suddenly discovered that the cultivators who were fleeing like him suddenly turned into spectators. He and Zhao Yuan were the only ones, frantically avoiding the dense beams of light on the ground.
Is it because of Zhao Yuan?
The King of Corpses had a flash of inspiration and hurriedly ran in the opposite direction of Zhao Yuan's escape. Sure enough, the huge steel monster stopped shooting at him.
The King of Corpses sat leisurely on a raised rock, crossed his wooden horse legs, and became a spectator. The only drawback is that there are no melon seeds. Otherwise, watching the battle while eating melon seeds will definitely become a good talk...
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The vast plain became the stage for Zhao Yuan and the steel monster.
Zhao Yuan was also badly beaten by the shots. His long hair became uneven and emitted a burnt smell. Many small black spots appeared on the fiery red ichthyosaur leather armor on his body.
It was obvious that the ichthyosaur leather armor had been severely damaged.
If this situation continues, he will eventually have no choice but to be shot. After all, he is a human being, not a machine. No matter how strong his body is, he will eventually get tired.
no!
Suddenly, Zhao Yuan thought of a question.
Why didn't the other party run away instead of chasing him to kill him?
Logically speaking, after the opponent lost the huge drop-shaped metal spacecraft, he should have returned to a safe place as soon as possible instead of fighting with him here.
Could it be that the other party is delaying time?
Why is the other party delaying?
Could it be that he is waiting for the rescue of the teardrop-shaped metal spacecraft?!
Inexplicably, Zhao Yuan thought of the dense army of drop-shaped metal spaceships rushing towards him like locusts, and thousands of huge light beams turning him into powder. Suddenly, a chill ran down his spine...