Blue and White Society Chapter 330: Survived

Watching the missile enter the sea, Mo Poor dived desperately to the bottom of the sea.

The sea is only ten meters deep. He leaned against the mud on the bottom of the sea and looked back.

Seeing that the missile blasted open the cabin and blew up the hull, the fishing boat where Lego was on went directly into the sky, and was blasted into countless pieces of wreckage and blasted into the bottom of the sea.

Sure enough, it's not a big warhead. It's powerful enough to damage a cruiser, and it may not even be able to sink it.

However, it bombed only fishing boats after all. The steel ship boards were instantly shattered, and the diesel fuel spread rapidly in the sea and turned into a sea of ​​flames.

At the same time, the surrounding ships were all bombed, and the continuous bombing was spectacular. Mo Poor lay on the bottom of the sea as if watching the stars. The countless pieces of iron plates were meteor showers.

At this time, Lord Gou asked him about his safety, and Mo Poor opened his eagle eyes to respond, preparing to seriously avoid the impact of the next wreckage, but he saw an ominous figure unexpectedly.

Lego! Just on the seabed not far from him.

"When did you come down?" Mo Qiong was taken aback, his mouth was bubbling, but he didn't breathe in it.

This guy seemed to jump off the boat right behind him. Although he had extensive burns on his body, half of his body was **** and bloody, he didn't die.

As he was sinking in the sea, he saw Mo Poor reaching out to him with hopeful eyes.

Mo Qiong said to himself, what are you still struggling with? Wouldn't it be nice to die honestly? What kind of boat do you want to learn from me?

Obviously this guy had a calm face before, and even asked him for candy, as if he was mentally prepared to face death calmly.

I didn't know that when the missile came, it was just like myself, jumping into the sea in fright.

There is great terror between life and death, he knew that he would die for sure, but at that moment he just wanted to live a little longer.

It's good now, this half-dead suffocation in the sea, I don't know what kind of impact I will suffer.

"Puff!"

An iron railing broke through the sea water, and was driven by the shock wave and directly inserted into the Lego vest. His whole body was like a blood ball, infecting a large area of ​​sea water.

Mo Poor didn't care about him, he opened his eagle eyes and dodged countless wrecks that sank into the sea.

Looking at Mo Qiong on the bottom of the sea like a fish in water, Lego, tortured by the stuffiness and water pressure, is like a fish drying up on the shore, desperately struggling to the brink of death.

At this moment, not far away, a stream of spiral water rushed towards them at an extremely fast speed, engulfing the two of them together.

"Tornado?" Mo Qiong secretly sighed that the tornado was still formed, but Lego couldn't live long.

He doesn't care much, and now he only needs to think about living.

At the same time that Mo Poor was rolled up, he quickly caught a piece of deck wreckage and threw it into the distance.

I want to drag myself out of the envelope of the tornado in the form of fighting with swords.

On the other hand, Lego was miserable. He ascended to the sky involuntarily. The moment he was involved, he soared upwards and rushed out of the sea with a cloud of blood mist.

The sea is raging flames, and the ultra-high temperature steam is enough to scald people.

Lego let out a mournful wail, and his broken body, like a piece of meat in a hot pot, suddenly changed color and shrank together.

Half of the cruise ship suddenly flew towards him from the other side, like a huge hammer swung across the sky, and slammed on him.

There is no plasma, only lumps that turn black and stick to it.

A flash of lightning strikes, and the sticky objects emit a strong white light, turning into a wisp of blue smoke, which drifts away with the wind.

The half of the cruise ship also disintegrated again. Under the dismemberment of the two huge tornadoes, it became a more fragmented iron frame and disappeared without a trace in the tornado.

"Boom!" The thunder didn't come until Lego's bone was turned to ashes.

"Finally failed, missile bombing, sharp weapon penetration, whirlwind tearing, steam shabu-shabu, cruise ship impact, lightning vaporization... No wonder there are no bullets at all."

Seeing the death of Lego with his own eyes, Mo Poor was relieved.

As expected, the design book's interference has come to an end.

However, the violent two-headed tornado did not stop.

It is still raging on this sea, even though it is so violent, the flames have not been completely extinguished, and they are still burning in the wind and in the sea in pieces.

Such a big scene doesn't stop immediately. The Accidental Design Book doesn't immediately end the disaster just because the target dies.

It doesn't belong to it, it just creates accidents, the target dies, it just won't continue to create accidents.

When this situation will disappear in the follow-up, the universe will naturally decide for itself, and the design book has already been closed.

Fortunately, it is quite far away from the coastline here. Affected by the rising heat of the sea of ​​fire, although the tornado is formed at an accelerated rate, it also disappears at an accelerated rate, and the duration will be very short.

But no matter how short it is, it doesn't disappear all at once.

Nature has been enraged, and the twin-headed tornado is blooming its last strength before it dissipates! And the only person within its range of anger is Mo Poor...

Under such a natural disaster, there is no reason, no identity, and no mercy.

Even if it is the emperor Lao Tzu, he said that if you die, you will die.

Mo Poor relied on his sword to defend him, and he was about to pull himself out of the range of the tornado.

However, the power of a tornado is not necessarily its center, but the countless sundries in the outer circle.

The tornado destroyed the fleet and stirred up countless steel fragments, each of which was a murderous weapon.

"It's stabbed!" A steel plate quickly brushed across Mo Poor's chest, tearing off a piece of flesh and blood in an instant. The wound was deep enough to show the bone, which naturally broke his aura.

"Cuckoo..."

Mo Poor's chest was frantically bubbling, and countless frozen air gushed out from it, forming tiny ice cones and radial ice flowers under the violent tornado.

These ice cones and ice flowers follow the direction of the spiral, forming a series of white ribbon-like glaciers.

"Puff!"

Mo Poor felt the sharp pain of being pulled on his body, clenched his teeth, and refused to let go. Seeing that he was about to get out of the vortex, he didn't expect another half of the propeller blade to hit him from behind.

He let out a muffled snort, and a large bubble of ice **** spewed out from behind him.

Fortunately, he had a second injection not long ago, and he was in an extremely excited explosive state, but this state would not last long, and he had to get out of the tornado as soon as possible.

But there are too many sundries dancing with the tornado, and each of them is as threatening as a bullet under the powerful potential energy.

Mo Poor's body was scratched and bruised all over. Every time he was injured, he tried his best to condense his prestige and force the blood into his body.

Ten seconds later, a refrigerator formed around him, and the frozen seawater wrapped him tightly, turning into a protective cover instead.

A pure air outfit has average defensive power and cannot block bullet-level impacts, but after mixing ice cubes and some iron bumps, the effect is surprisingly good.

He bled dozens of milliliters of blood, which froze nearly a ton of seawater around him.

Mixed steel plates, iron railings, half boilers, a hatch...

It actually turned into an iron wall, wrapping itself up like a coffin.

Finally, no more injuries.

Mo Poor used the deck to shift, and then hid his whole body in the ice frame, keeping away from the tornado, and finally fell exhausted to the bottom of the sea a hundred meters away.

He is almost out of strength, he can hardly hold anything, he lost too much blood, he received two injections in a row, and now he will go into shock once the effect of the medicine wears off.

At the last moment, while the effect of the medicine was still there, I dug a hole in the soft mud and lay down in it.

Countless wreckage and ice **** covered him, burying him on the bottom of the sea.

This is his last self-protection measure, if it were someone else, it would be suicide, but he is different.

Lying in the sea is no different from lying on the shore. The problems of water pressure and suffocation do not exist.

The only thing that hurt him was hypothermia. Being so weak, his body temperature was rapidly losing, and he soon passed out with his eyes wide open.

I don't know how long it took, but when he was dying, he felt that a small hand had dug himself out.

That delicate little hand was extremely strong, and it pulled him upwards.

Mo Poor struggled weakly, barely opening his eyes, only to catch a glimpse of a vague figure, like a kindergarten child.

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