Sundering Nature Chapter 216: Pan Junwei’s Armory
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Chapter 216 Pan Junwei's Armory
In a quiet street, a figure ran desperately, jumping, turning, bumping, or piercing, unscrupulously shuttled through various buildings.
"Here..." Li Yiming stepped over the irregular isolation belt, standing in the middle of the road with a gloomy face, panting slightly, he was not in a hurry to observe the drone/aircraft floating above his head, and his After appearing, the road monitor suddenly turned, and the wailing and bleeding crowd on the ground made Li Yiming's heart tremble, and Li Yiming once again pulled out his leg and rushed towards the looming translucent mask.
"It's Li Yiming, he really came." In the darkness in the distance, Qing Linglong gently pressed her sister's shoulder, lowering her figure subconsciously.
"Li Yiming? Isn't he inside?" On the other side of the road, several figures lurking in the dark whispered to each other.
"Even if it's not him, he must be inseparable from him. Be careful, everyone. After all, it is a holy step. We are here to pick up the leakage, not to die." A voice in the dark reminded solemnly.
"You stay where you are, I'm behind Li Yiming." The man with glasses squatted on a big tree, coldly looking at Li Yiming who was rushing in front of him, carefully picked up the intercom and whispered.
"What if we don't keep it? We can't get in that barrier at all." Qing Qiao pouted, a strange jealousy appeared on her face.
"Li Yiming?" On the remote rooftop, Xing Jian looked at Li Yiming who was rampaging on the road, and turned his head in confusion to look at Li Huaibei. This is Li Yiming, she has no doubt, but...
"If you hesitate, he might be an opportunity." Li Huaibei also looked at Li Yiming as he was running, and answered in a flat tone. Compared to Xing Jian, Li Huaibei, who had seen Wu Ma, seemed to know something. .
Li Yiming, who initiated the sprint, had already noticed the abnormalities around him, but his mind was completely out of them, and only the swaying battle enchantment was left in his eyes.
Holy step, he knows the power of holy step too well, if it is really Liu Meng in it, maybe the battle is over... Hope is still coming...
The feet exerted strength again, and the strong pedaling force stepped into a deep pit on the flat concrete road, and Li Yiming's body shot towards the battle formation like a sharp arrow.
"Dang!" A dull loud noise spread, distorted ripples in mid-air, Li Yiming squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, dizzy and surprised...
Can't get in?
"What does he want to do? Hit the holy step barrier with his head?"
"Are you crazy? What is his talent? Not iron head skills?"
"Li Yiming didn't go in?"
"Blocked?"
Various strange sounds sounded at the same time, and a strange atmosphere filled the air.
Li Yiming was also terrified, but he couldn't get in? After a brief astonishment, Li Yiming suddenly realized that he was no longer the loophole he used to... everything he had originally was sealed... and he was no longer a holy order...
For the first time, Li Yiming hates the awakening of his new talent. If this leads to Liu Meng... Wu Ma...
Li Yiming stood up with an anxious expression, raised his hand slowly and placed it on the battle formation close at hand, the emptiness that he had never felt before spread to the palm of his hand, and tried to push forward, but Seeing that a greater force bounced back from the barrier, Zhen's palm was numb.
"Damn..." Li Yiming gritted his teeth and raised his hand, punching again at the barrier, but he nearly fell due to a huge recoil.
"No, there must be a way to get in." Li Yiming stabilized his figure, took a deep breath, and forced his anxious self to calm down. After he took a few deep breaths, his hand on the barrier suddenly lightened, and he passed through it easily.
"Huh?" Li Yiming's mind moved. After suppressing all his power, his floating hand passed through?
Trying to lift the other hand and push forward, but didn't encounter any obstacles at all. It turns out that as long as you suppress the whole body's strength, you can get in.
Li Yiming was overjoyed, and stepped into the barrier steadily and steadily.
No...Standing in the barrier, Li Yiming frowned deeply, feeling wrong...
Turning around in doubt, the wailing on the ground still continues, and the faint gazes in the distance still linger...
I didn't go in... I was still outside the barrier, just because I suppressed the power, I was treated as an ordinary person by the barrier, and passed through this area without hindrance, but still failed to enter the barrier.
"What is he doing?"
"It looks like I want to go in..."
"Is he stupid?"
"Are you sure this is the person we are going to kill?"
Weird discussions came one after another, and the voices were obviously louder than before.
"He doesn't really know how to enter the battle zone, right?" Xingjian said hesitantly.
"It's not that he doesn't know, but he really can't get in." Li Huaibei's eyes narrowed, as if he really understood.
In the enchantment, Liu Meng once again spread out her hands surrounded by black energy, and a little purple flame slowly condensed in her palms, but when she was about to raise her hands, her eyes suddenly condensed and she flashed back quickly. .
"Boom!" At the position where he just stood, a golden grenade fell from the sky and blew loudly.
Liu Meng had a sullen face and looked at Pan Junwei who fell on the ground in a puzzled way.
Two knives, after entering the barrier, Pan Junwei, who seemed intrepid, received only two knives from Wu Yun. With the first cut, Pan Junwei’s spear shattered and the tiger’s mouth exploded. With the second cut, Pan Junwei had 139 more wounds all over his body and fell to the ground.
Tiandao Wu Yun, as he himself said, gave Pan Junwei enough respect, every cut, he went all out...
Liu Meng gathers his strength, but he hasn't made a move yet, but Pan Junwei stops him.
"Although I don't know you, but the elders have to talk face to face, wait until I'm dead, you can do it again, then it really has nothing to do with me." Pan Junwei stood up from the ground swayingly, his bones seen. The blood flow from the knife wound continued, and his dark face revealed a trace of paleness.
Liu Meng opened her mouth and slowly lowered her hand, revealing a trace of undetectable complexity in her eyes.
"Roar!" The dark man screamed up to the sky, slapped his chest fiercely, his muscles squirmed, and instantly swelled a bit. The swelling of the muscles stopped the spewing blood, and Pan Junwei raised his fists. With a blow in front of him, the monstrous fighting spirit ignited again.
"No loss is a legend, come on, let me see the third style of Heavenly Sword..." Seeing the cold light of the sword in front of him, Pan Junwei's eyes rose with unprecedented excitement and madness.
"You didn't think the two swords just now were heavenly swords, did you?" Wu Yun, who stood in the air, twitched at the corner of his mouth, revealing a weird smile, "It's one thing to respect you, but I also respect my sword. ."
"You?" Pan Junwei, who was burning with his fighting spirit, suddenly lost his eyes and realized that the other party did not use the sword at all, but replaced the sword with his palm...
"You can't resist the third cut, I'll ask you one last sentence, are you sure you want to continue?" Wu Yun lifted his palm lightly, and the light of the knife flickered at the base of his palm.
"Stop talking nonsense." Pan Junwei suddenly roared, as if Wu Yun's previous words completely angered him. With a wave of his hand, a metallic single-soldier rocket launcher appeared on his shoulder, and he was not seen aiming. With a bang, a black artillery shell poured out and flew to Wu Yun in the air with a whistling.
"Boom!" The flying cannonballs tore through the space, but when they approached Wu Yun's body, they suddenly exploded, turning into a sky full of light and flying, staggering all Wu Yun's evasion spaces.
"Boom!" There was another loud noise. At some unknown time, the bazooka on Pan Junwei's shoulder changed color, dark to dark green, and an emerald-green shell came out of the barrel silently, in mid-air. A few of them flickered and disappeared.
"Oh...you shouldn't get involved, it's a pity." Wu Yun sighed softly in the air, and he stroked his palm randomly in front of him, a spatula lit up, and the sky's flames separated like water. Colorful and scattered flew to both sides of Wu Yun, coldly glanced at Liu Meng, who looked solemnly, Wu Yun raised his left hand to his ear, and grasped the void with a grip of the emerald green cannonball that pierced the void.
"Puff......" The cannonball in the palm of his hand shattered like a foam, turning into a thick smoke and dispersing.
"Poison?" Wu Yun raised his brows and glanced contemptuously at his slightly green palm.
"It's a mark!" An icy voice came from below, and then, it was deafening, with gunfire...
Pan Junwei withdrew his right foot, sinking deep into the ground, with his arms raised horizontally, two exaggerated artillery mounts in front of him, each of the left and right turrets had nine-tube rotary muzzles, spreading in the cold voice of Pan Junwei Afterwards, they exploded in unison.
In an instant, the streamers are brilliant, colorful, intertwined, and all kinds of artillery are blasted together, and the cannonballs of all kinds of strange shapes weave a dense net in mid-air, like ocean waves, rushing into mid-air one after another.
"The difference in quality cannot be compensated for by quantity." Wu Yun said coldly in the air, lifting the green upper left, and slowly pushing forward.
With his slow movement, a sword air spread in his palm, and a sword shadow fell across the air, instantly transforming into two, two into four, four into eight, eight into sixteen...The same goes for the sword shadow in the sky. Layers of knife walls are woven into layers, and the light net is pressing up against the current like the sky collapses and the ground sinks.
The roar is endless, the sky blooms with bright brilliance, layers of air swell, and the city that is blurred by the battle enchantment is wiped out.
"It's time to end..." Wu Yun closed his eyes gently, and the side of his raised palm changed to a split. The space trembled, and the world between the two was divided into two, and the world broke through. Opened, stretched towards Pan Junwei's head.
"Hi!" Pan Junwei's expression was grim, his hands shook, the rapid artillery disappeared, and a delicate revolver appeared in the palm of his hand. This is a small revolver/pistol that looks like a handicraft, with a gold edge and silver bottom, and a mahogany **** with golden runes carved on it.
The world in front of him was separated from the left and right, but Pan Junwei raised his pistol and fired a shot at his feet without hurriedly. A burst of dreamlike broken stars exploded, and the dark figure gradually dissipated...
"Hidden?" Wu Bin curled his mouth and closed his eyes with a smile, but for a moment, Wu Yun opened his face again in surprise.
Disappeared...I can't sense it at all...