Zhou Yang looked at a huge steel city that made people feel insignificant. In a short period of time, it was shrouded in green clouds and quickly decayed, fell off, and turned into green dust.
Just like that, it completely disappeared from sight!
Everything just happened is like a dream.
"What a terrifying weapon this is!"
Zhou Yang was inexplicably shocked.
As he watched, these green dust flew away in the wind, and all the surrounding animals and plants were rapidly decaying and dissipating, and also turned into green dust, spreading and fluttering towards Zhou Yang.
He didn't know what it was, so to be on the safe side, Zhou Yang didn't want to touch it easily.
When I was about to hide in the portable space, I was surprised to see the green mist, falling to the ground like a machine that suddenly lost power!
"Where did that green light just come from?"
Zhou Yang pulled down the tank observer, adjusted the direction, and looked towards where the green light was flying.
As the lens zoomed in on the distant scene, Zhou Yang saw numerous shadows in the distance, including dozens of people!
Some of these people are wearing modern attire of denim shirts, some are wearing mandarin jackets and ancient attire of various dynasties, some are wearing tuxedos and top hats, medieval Western attire, and some are dressed in a futuristic style, with different costumes and accessories.
Their fighting aura is gorgeous, some are holding submachine guns, some are holding magic wands, and some are carrying swords on their backs. Bullets are flying, fireballs are flying, the swords are piercing, the brilliance is flowing, and the battle is gorgeous.
Definitely not a native of this world!
"Um?"
Zhou Yang was suddenly shocked when he was observing.
His body subconsciously ducked to the side, and then with the sound of metal friction, a bright knife tip poked down from above, hitting the spot where Zhou Yang was just now.
"You bitch, you dare to sneak up on me!"
Zhou Yang cursed loudly, stood up and slapped upward, and the turret door above the tank was suddenly slapped open.
Now he has sharp ears and eyes, and his vision is as clear as day in the night, and he can see far as well as near, and he can observe the smallest detail.
Hearing: You can hear the flapping of mosquito wings more than ten meters away, and you can hear a pindrop amidst the clutter of noise.
But this man could easily land on top of the tank, right on top of Zhou Yang's head, without being noticed by him. He was obviously a master of Qinggong!
It cannot be taken lightly.
The power of thought swarms out!
A thin young man wearing blue attire fell into Zhou Yang's telepathic observation.
The samurai sword he held in his hand was silver and sharp, shining brightly in the sunlight, making it look extraordinary.
The cold light from the edge of the blade is so piercing that the whole body feels chilled by looking at it.
The sword failed to accomplish anything, so the man drew the sword in front of him, silently on guard.
At this time, Zhou Yang saw the opportunity, bent his knees, jumped out, landed on the top of the tank, and looked at the man face to face.
He has two mustaches, a broad mouth and a white face, and he looks a bit handsome.
However, his eyes are long and narrow, and the pupils are slightly blue, with a sullen color, which makes people think that he is not decent and has a somewhat wretched temperament.
"Boy, you have good skills."
The man looked at Zhou Yang with dangerous eyes, checking whether Zhou Yang had any weapons hidden on his body.
"Ah!"
Zhou Yang smiled softly.
"snort!"
The man was made very unhappy by Zhou Yang's contemptuous smile.
It seemed like this smile stung him!
"Buzz!"
The bright silver blade suddenly cut across a fan shape and struck towards Zhou Yang.
In the middle of the move, the blade transformed into various shapes in the air, but in the end it was aimed at Zhou Yang's neck!
Before he could reach his face, there was a sharp sword energy approaching his body. Under the stress, his body reacted naturally and developed a layer of goosebumps.
"Buzz~"
Suddenly, Mustache felt that the air in front of him had become thicker, and swinging the knife became extremely uncomfortable. Even his body seemed to have fallen into water, and his movements were hindered.
The sudden change suddenly frightened Mustache, and he cut back to defend himself.
Xuanhe Gong, at close range, is as fast as lightning.
At this time, Zhou Yang had already stood beside him. He wanted to break his heart with a palm, but when he saw that he returned the knife in time and blocked his chest, he immediately changed his move and hit him in the stomach with his palm.
"puff!"
Two completely opposite spiral energies, one straight and one reverse, suddenly penetrated into his stomach.
Immediately, a hole appeared, and the intestines and waist inside were twisted by the twisting force!
Blood immediately spurted out along the blood hole.
However, Zhou Yang felt very sensitively that there was a mysterious power in his body that was different from his own, which protected his kidneys. Although the damage was serious, the blow was not fatal.
While his illness was killing him, a matte black dagger appeared in Zhou Yang's hand and was pointed at his mustache.
Behind the mustache, bright silver metal wings suddenly appeared. The wings spread out, separated Zhou Yang, jammed the dagger, and fanned it with force. A huge wind flow formed a vortex, making Zhou Yang's hair dance wildly and his clothes were fluttering.
The huge force broke free from the confinement of Zhou Yang's thoughts, and his mustache rose into the sky.
"I, Yun Zhonghe, have written it down! Wait for death, boy..."
The mustache flew into the air and looked at Zhou Yang with vicious eyes.
But before he finished speaking, there was a sudden "Boom!"
I saw a ball of fire exploding in the sky!
The violent explosion made Zhou Yang's eardrums buzz.
Yun Zhonghe, who had just said harsh words in the air, had turned into a big firework and was blown away by the artillery fire. His flesh and blood were blown into foam and disappeared in the smoke, and the bones and residue were blown away by the shock wave.
They were everywhere, leaving only two broken metal wings and a bright silver samurai sword that fell from the sky and fell to the ground.
"You're a fucking thief, you dirty my Italian cannon!"
A rude voice sounded from not far away.
Zhou Yang looked over after hearing the sound and saw a man in a Chinese tunic suit, cursing and looking at the tank at his feet, with an expression of intoxication and envy on his face.
And beside him is a huge black cannon with a cold luster!
This giant cannon was dissipating. In Zhou Yang's eyes, it turned into dots of black light spots and quickly dissipated in the air.
"Good stuff!"
The man in Chinese tunic suit walked over to himself, stretched out his hand, and touched Zhou Yang's tank with fascination: "What a good thing, it must be American. It's so beautiful!"
He circled around the tank and kept patting the heavy armor on the tank.
Especially when looking at the ceramic armor that was blackened by rocket bombs, the eyes seemed to glow!
"Ahem!"
Zhou Yang coughed to indicate his presence.
The man in the Chinese tunic suit raised his head. He had dark skin but very white teeth. He grinned at Zhou Yang and smiled brightly: "I, Li Yunlong, what do you call this little brother?"
