After hovering in the air for a moment, it disappeared overwhelmingly.
This momentary situation happened so quickly that people only had a glimpse of it.
As for Shang Xiong, who is now united with his sword and man, his will is even more solid and unwavering.
"The first knife!"
With a sharp shout, three phantoms shot straight down.
"You never know who you're facing..."
Under the high-frequency oscillating blade, the air even briefly atomized.
The cold-faced Shang Xiong narrowed his eyes.
Babang Canglang Daisendari is currently in space and there is no way he can catch up with him.
Except for that die-hard burly man, Shang Xiong has no one to fear in this country, one on one.
He didn't care who was in the mecha in front of him.
He only knew that it was not Daisendari or Grand Duke Lieyang, and that was enough.
Die...
Three phantoms brought out three sword lights and cut in.
Thousands of raindrops passed through the phantom in an instant.
...The sword light suddenly stopped.
The three phantoms merged into one, and a sharp blade hung two meters in front of Dayue Shang's mask, unable to cut any further.
In the dark vine space, Mu Fan's face showed neither sadness nor joy.
Veins appeared on his arms.
He tilted his head slightly.
On this hill, a faint voice came from under Da Yueshang's mask.
"Don't...measure yourself."
Deathly silence on the hills.
The deathly silence in the Moon Whisper.
In the gunboat in the distance, the brown-bearded captain had a sore throat and could not speak.
All eyes were looking at that in horror at this moment...
holes throughout the body.
The back can be seen clearly from the front.
Whether it's the head, shoulders, chest, cockpit, joints...
They are all penetrated by holes with a diameter of only about thirty centimeters.
The mecha controlled by Shang Xiong held a blue wind brigade sword in both hands, but it could no longer cut it.
In front of the Typhoon Traveler, the moon-white mecha strode forward with a big lunge, lowered its head, and stretched its right arm straight forward while holding a spear in one hand.
The sharp tip of the spear emerged from the center of the back.
It was ticking, dripping with blood.
I don’t know if it’s the blood of those previous pilots…or the blood in Shang Xiong’s body.
The moon-white visor slowly raised, and he glanced around briefly.
Slowly stand up straight, then twist your right arm and jerk it upward.
The battered Wind Traveler was thrown high into the sky.
呲
In the heart-wrenching voice, the Lunar Eclipse Gun was instantly withdrawn, and then he swung it with his backhand.
A dazzling moon-white light suddenly appeared.
The tip of the spear hit the Wind Traveler's dim head with unfathomable force.
boom!
It's like popping a watermelon with a stick in the air.
The light gray fragments exploded into mist directly in front of everyone.
A headless and tattered mecha carcass fell to the ground, kicking up soil mixed with grass and wild flowers.
The remaining fifty or so Typhoon Travelers all retreated tens of meters.
Those senior pilots kept swallowing saliva in their throats and could not say a single word at this moment.
All their fighting spirit and belief were shattered by this last brutal shot.
All their pride and confidence are trembling.
The moon-white mecha in front of me looks like a god of death.
"Wood God bless you."
"It must be the Grand Duke...it must be the Grand Duke Lieyang...I won't fight."
Chaotic emotions instantly broke out in the hearts of these remaining pilots.
At this moment, they are like headless flies, with no backbone.
"Come on! You losers, cowards, and cowards, you have more than fifty mechas, go and tear that damn enemy apart!" The gunboat commander with a brown beard picked up the communicator and shouted angrily with a distorted face.
However, no one replied to him.
Shang Xiong is the instructor of their seventh division.
Shang Xiong is dead, you are nothing!
Mu Fan looked at the mechas that were starting to scatter in formation with indifferent eyes. He slowly raised the eclipse gun again, pointing the tip of the gun at the far left mecha.
The mecha held the knife in both hands and was so frightened that it hurriedly backed away.
The tip of the spear slowly moved across a semicircle to the right...
Wherever the spear was directed, all the mechas retreated in fear without any hesitation.
When the spear in Dayue Shang's hand passed half a circle, the surrounding Wind Traveler Division had already retreated to a position of seventy or eighty meters.
"Ah……"
A faint sneer came out.
The contempt and sarcasm in his tone were clearly visible.
But they didn't dare to refute even half a word.
These pilots watched this machine attack against the odds and kill Shang Xiong's Dayue Shang with one powerful blow...
He actually stopped looking at them half an eye.
Turning his back, the spear fell to the ground, leaving a shallow mark and walking towards the Moon Whisper that was steaming with blue smoke.
For the pilots of the 7th Division, no day is as long as this moment.
They looked at the mecha's leaving figure, their faces filled with humiliation and fear, but they had no intention of fighting.
The steps they took were obviously not slow, but in their hearts, it felt like they had walked all day with each step.
That kind of torture and panic repeatedly sears the soul.
A gun flower was drawn out, and the spear was slung on his back again.
The moon-white mecha finally walked up to the slender saber that was thrust straight into the ground.
Pull out the long sword Yuehua, turn around and face the hill, take another step straight forward, and press your upper body behind you.
The blade of the blade is parallel to the ground and straight forward.
This is clearly the same attack stance that Da Yueshang used to draw his sword.
However, this time, the hills were littered with light gray debris.
Black soil, green grass, pure white wild flowers, and the few dark red blood stains that seeped into the soil.
There are still more than fifty mechas left that are confused and have no intention of fighting anymore.
"Come again."
Mu Fan's voice was clear and cold, echoing in the valley.
"...Come again!"
The second time, the voice became colder, but in this empty valley, only his voice echoed, and the dozens of mechas were so frightened that they all took a step back again.
"You... come again!"
The fierce and violent fighting spirit burst out in the last suppressed roar.
Behind the lonely and arrogant Da Yueshang, Yue Xi tightly covered her mouth, with hot tears shining in her clear eyes.
She tried not to drip.
All she knew was that Mu Fan at this moment had completely penetrated her heart.
At this moment, all the pilots of the 7th Division knew that there was no Grand Duke Lieyang inside at all.
The voice was cold and young.
However, the owner of this voice is powerful enough to crush them.
"Who the hell is he!!"
In the crooked bridge, the brown-bearded captain who was coughing up blood shouted crazily towards the ceiling.
At this moment, a straight white line descended from the sky like thunder, accurately bombarding the gunboat that was stuck in the mud.
"What on earth is he..."
boom!
After all, the words after three words were never spoken again.
The violent waves of fire and sea swallowed up everything in an instant.
At this moment, dozens or hundreds of whirlpools suddenly appeared on the clouds in the distant sky.
One after another, fish shuttle-shaped spaceships with wooden textures suddenly emerged.