"It's so cool! I want to say that he really deserves to be Mr. Li's child. This is simply a grand performance, a dance among guns."
On a twelve-story building, Lawrence Collinson looked at the situation in the abandoned dormitory opposite through an infrared thermal imaging camera.
Due to the obstruction of the magic protection array, the infrared thermal imaging camera in his hand is actually of limited use. However, in addition to this, he also has the 'Eagle Eye Technique', which can probably judge the situation inside. Lawrence knows that Li Mochen is safe and sound so far, and Hancock
Those subordinates have almost been dealt with.
"Quiet, Lawrence!"
Li Tailai's cold voice came from the intercom: "We are here to provide help, not to watch BOSS perform. BOSS has proven his strength, hasn't he? And we can do more for him now,"
Lawrence's expression suddenly condensed: "Then do you have any suggestions, Artest? From the BOSS's tone just now, it seems that he doesn't want us to interfere in his battle, which may annoy him."
"The BOSS's target is Dandy Hancock."
Li Tailai continued: "I have determined that the basement of this military camp dormitory is connected to the sewer. We'd better find a way to destroy several nearby escape channels."
Lawrence shrugged: "Artest, I admit this is a good idea, but we don't have the sewer drawings-"
"Okay, don't forget what my magic profession is."
On the intercom, Li Tailai said coldly: "I will report the coordinates to you later, using this military camp dormitory as a reference. Kemi, please pay attention to the BOSS's movements and provide support at any time."
At this time, Lawrence's face was distorted, showing a disgusted look: "Damn it! Could you use 'animal control' on the rats in the sewer? My God, you'd better stay away from me when we eat tomorrow
A little, Artest."
On the first floor of the dormitory, as the temperature of the cement floor dropped sharply to a hundred degrees below zero, Li Mochen triggered the natal spell of 'Gou Chen Possession' and waved the 'Holy Thunder Judgment' again. As a thunder flashed,
This floor was also blasted to pieces, and just as countless cement blocks and gravel collapsed, gunshots rang out continuously below. The red bullets, one after another, ignored all obstacles and were extremely accurate.
It hit Li Mochen's body and tore it into pieces bit by bit.
By the time all the cement blocks fell to the ground at full speed, Li Mochen's men were already riddled with holes and disfigured. But seven meters away, the man in the red shirt frowned slightly, paused firing, and watched the surroundings with vigilant eyes.
.
He had discovered that it was just a wooden dummy - even though it was no different from a real person in his perception before, its true nature was still exposed when most of the wooden man's body was shattered by his bullets.
Just a moment later, as a breeze stirred, a figure suddenly appeared on his right side. A sharp sword light, wrapped with a large amount of thunder and lightning, struck down on his neck ruthlessly.
The hands of the red shirt suddenly revealed sharp claws, and his face became even paler. His body shape suddenly changed, and he suddenly performed various extreme twisting dodge movements at a speed close to Mach 1.2.
The red shirt's pair of pistols fired twenty-two times in a row with a snap of his fingers, spraying out various high-grade magic energy bullets for free.
But it was of no use. He still couldn't stop Li Mochen from approaching. The latter's ultimate speed was only a little more than one-third of his. However, his ability to predict, which was clearly beyond the scope of human beings, made Red Shirt's scalp numb.
Many times, he would hit his opponent's sword by himself.
God knows how the opponent did it. In short, every time he fired and every dodge action was within the expectations of the masked man. In comparison, the opponent's weird and incomparable changes in movement were not too shocking.
The small space in the basement and the freezing rays that the Ice Princess kept shooting at made him unable to retreat.
So after the twenty-second shot, Red Shirt had to give up the pair of magic firearms in his hands. Two short knives were drawn from his sleeves, and a cold blade shadow was weaved in front of him.
A series of sparks erupted between the two. Regardless of strength and speed, Li Mochen had the absolute upper hand in this close combat confrontation, but with the help of his outer elixir and armor, he could barely hold on.
The main force still had to rely on the Ice Princess. When Red Shirt gave up his firearms, this mutated elemental leader could directly intervene in the battle and help Li Mochen resist most attacks.
As time goes by, both the weapon and the body of the red shirt have been covered with a layer of frost. However, instead of slowing down, this man's speed has become even faster. On the contrary, Li Mochen's movements are no longer as good as before.
Swift. His opponent is also proficient in ice magic. Every attack is mixed with a large amount of frost power, and from time to time, he will bombard with a freezing ray.
Although Xiaoyou Fire Dragon and his outer elixir were trying their best to resolve it, Li Mochen was still gradually affected.
"Awesome, you are really awesome! You are just a level five magic swordsman. I have never seen anyone like you before."
Scarlet light flashed in the red shirt's eyes: "But how long can you maintain such speed and power, BOY? I think your internal organs must be uncomfortable now, right? I bet that in ten minutes at most, your
The magic energy will be exhausted. I will taste your blood. For a genius like you, the taste of blood must be very sweet."
Li Mochen's eyes also showed a little annoyance at this time.
Wenjian Taoran, who was blessed by Heaven's heart and inherited Heaven's will, was actually despised by others, and he was such a dirty thing as a vampire——
His body suddenly took three steps back, and at the same time he waved his right hand, causing the 'Shenxiao Spiritual Luck Purple Gold Pagoda' to float behind. The colorful aura around the latter also dimmed slightly at this moment.
The red shirt was confused when he saw this, but there was a strong sense of vigilance on his face. He wondered if this was some kind of magic weapon? But it looked shabby, just a stone model tower without any
The surprising thing about
But at this moment, the frightening and unknown thoughts in his heart were growing little by little.
"die!"
Following Li Mochen's cold shout, the sword light came whirling towards him again. In the middle of the journey, it set off a red fire-colored brilliance.
That is the intermediate flame swordsmanship, which combines explosive flames with swordsmanship. It is a unique skill of the magic swordsman.
The red shirt let out a sharp laugh and blocked it with ease. The opponent's sword was ordinary and had no special changes. In his opinion, he could block it with at most three to five points of strength.
But at this moment, several gunshots suddenly sounded above them - it was one of Hancock's few remaining subordinates, who had arrived outside this huge pit at some point, heading towards
Continuous shooting from below.
The problem was that opposite him, Li Mochen seemed to have predicted it, and easily avoided those bullets with a single swing of his sword.
The red shirt also subconsciously wanted to dodge, but his right hand was hit by a bullet. The power of the intermediate explosive bomb made his body tremble slightly, but what made him even more frightened and inexplicable was that the fiery sword light had already
Take advantage of this opportunity and come in.
"No--"
With a bang, a small half of Red Shirt's body was burned instantly. And just as his remains turned into countless tiny bats flying in all directions, Li Mochen ruthlessly spat out a Latin phrase in his mouth.
Text: "regnandi (Latin: ruling)!"
In an instant, a massive amount of silver-white thunder and lightning exploded in the space of less than forty square meters, turning into a sea of lightning and lightning, turning every bat that tried to escape into ashes.