Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 1191: Final Day 4
Lin Beichen put AWM away.
This thing is powerful, but it also consumes a lot.
With 7 bullets in the expansion magazine, a full 700 **** stones are needed to fill it.
And under the current mechanism, reloading is very slow-not to mention 500 **** stones are needed to charge 5 bullets, it takes a full 15 breaths of time. Time to reload.
What's more, it is not a real threat to Pan Duoqing, it can't even pierce the opponent's eyelids.
It's better to save some **** stones.
Lin Beichen thought about other means.
Opposite.
"Hehe, hehehe, I only used one-third of the means."
Pan Duoqing's figure slowly floated up, like a **** overlooking his life, with an undisguised murderous intent on his face, he said: "If you have any cards, take them out. Otherwise, then Get ready for my judgment..."
The words are not finished.
Boom!
A terrifying energy suddenly exploded on his face.
No sign.
Too sudden.
So much so that Pan Duoqing had no room to react.
"Shit."
Lin Beichen slowly put down the shoulder-fired bazooka that only he could see.
Spit out.
"There is so much nonsense."
If AWM doesn't work, then change to Type 69.
A cannonball needs a bazooka with 500 divine stones, and the power should be able to bring damage to Pan Duoqing.
Lin Beichen put away the bazooka and lit a Huazi for himself.
Smoking is bad for your health.
However, the eyes of the mobile phone after the magic transformation can replenish the spirit and make people clear and clear.
Glorious crimson destructive energy, mixed with dense and invisible sharp metal fragments, centered on Pan Duoqing's face, spreading madly and frantically.
The body of this Arrogant Sun God Clan is like a rag sack caught in the vortex of destructive energy, twisted and deformed by the energy of the explosion, and he has suffered countless times in the blink of an eye Destructive tearing and a god-killing impact.
The energy is terrifying.
At this moment, many high-level gods trembled through the projection screen.
The Bridge of Longevity, which had already been shaken open with countless huge cracks, finally could no longer withstand this level of ravages. The cracking sound of the ice rock shattering seemed to be the whine of a living body before it fell, and it immediately broke from the middle.
The huge fragments of the bridge tumbled in the air, and were lifted by the black wind gushing up from the Howling Abyss, floating around the cracked bridge in an extremely unstable state.
In Lin Beichen's eyes, this scene is beautiful and familiar, just like the scene of the starship wreckage that exploded in space in "Star Wars" on Earth...
Boom boom boom.
The energy of the explosion is still continuously collapsing and exploding.
It seems to be a monster that wants to devour everything in it.
Lin Beichen exhausted the cigarette in his hand.
Fingers flick.
The cigarette **** flies out.
Until then, the energy of the explosion slowly decayed.
The smoke dissipated.
Lin Beichen was about to put away the Type 69 bazooka when his heart suddenly moved.
Boom!
A golden figure seemed to be an afterglow, blasting away an ice rock in front of him, and it arrived in an instant.
It's Pan Duoqing.
He is a bit embarrassed.
Dense 'bullet holes' are all over the face, head and most of the limbs, like a plasticine figure that has been squeezed out of its original shape, it is weird and unspeakable.
But the body is not fragmented.
No blood stains were seen either.
“…”
Lin Beichen's pupils shrank suddenly.
In the vortex of the horrific explosion of the god-reformed rocket bomb, this guy was only torn off his clothes and his body became strange, but he did not suffer fatal injuries...
Is this the **** Hulk?
Boom!
Air bombing.
The distorted Pan Duoqing has already thrown a punch.
The strength of the fist is terrifying.
Lin Beichen crossed his arms in front of him.
Boom!
He was directly blasted 100 meters away.
"Jian Xiaoyao...you make me angry."
Pan Duoqing froze in place, with a deep roar coming from his throat.
Like an enraged monster roaring.
While speaking, his body twisted in a strange way, dazzling golden light erupted, and in the next moment, the deformed head and limbs returned to their original shape.
Those dense 'bullet holes' disappeared.
"Recovered?"
"What kind of method is this? Divine art? Or relying on secret treasures?"
"Is that... the rumored [Dari Golden Scale Body]?"
"Pan Duoqing has developed such a physique?"
Among the countless people watching the battle through the projection, there are many knowledgeable people who immediately understood what happened, and became more and more horrified.
It is rumored that among the Lieyang God Clan, it has been a hundred years, and no one has cultivated this kind of physique known as the "strongest body in the God Realm".
It is rumored that this kind of physical body can be called the strongest shield in the God Realm.
Doesn't this mean that Pan Duoqing has the chance to win?
Then why did Pan Duoqing lose so badly under Jian Xiaoyao's hands in the Great Banquet before, but he never performed this body art that needs to be practiced over time?
Hold up to this point?
The Fierce Sun God Clan has planned so deeply?
The power holders of the top protoss, seeing this scene, began to ponder in their hearts, once the Lieyang protoss won the championship, what should they do in the end.
When Lin Beichen saw this scene, he was also slightly shocked.
This strange physical body is not just tough.
It is also difficult to break through his outer skin defense.
Those layers of fine and dense broken scales seem to be able to withstand and resolve all external attacks.
"See it?"
Pan Duoqing stretched her body, her thin and dense golden scales radiated golden light, and said slowly: "Your strongest method can't even break through my defense...Jian Xiaoyao, the big devil, hahahaha, right? Desperate?"
"Put on a layer of fish skin, and you are confident?"
Lin Beichen sneered.
Boom.
The power of the Fire Realm of Consciousness exploded.
Terrifying crimson flames soared into the sky, enveloping Lin Beichen, suspended in the void like a burning sun.
"Your divine fire is indeed very powerful, but..."
Seeing this, Pan Duoqing suddenly laughed: "Taste despair."
Suddenly clusters of golden light spots appeared on his body.
The light spots entangled on his body, and then gradually solidified.
It forms a bright armor.
The armor shone with a golden light as dazzling as the sun. The luxury is perfect, the majestic power, like a mountain like a prison, gives people the feeling that the scorching sun is rising and illuminating the earth and it is irresistible.
Helmet, visor, neck guard, shoulder guard, arm guard, wrist guard, gloves, front and rear breast guard, crotch guard, leg guard, combat boots...
All parts, readily available.
Strictly bearded Pan Duoqing's whole body.
Papa papa.
Pan Duoqing moves her body.
The armor made a crisp sound like a machine being run-in.
Gradually, the noise disappeared.
In Pan Duoqing's eyes, the light suddenly turned cold.
Phew.
It turned into an afterimage and disappeared in place.
Lin Beichen was shocked.
What a speed.
What kind of armor is this? It looks extremely heavy, but it doesn't affect Pan Duoqing's movement speed at all.
No.
To be precise, it increased Pan Duoqing's speed and strength.
As a result, Lin Beichen's reaction fell behind in an instant.
"Uh..."
In the muffled hum, Lin Beichen only felt a huge penetrating explosive force coming from his abdomen.
It was Pan Duoqing who punched him in the stomach.
The powerful impact caused Lin Beichen to break up the strength he had barely gathered, and subconsciously bent over, his body like a bow.
The stomach and intestines are like a river and a sea.
The eyes are black.
A mouthful of blood spurted out.
Boom!
Another golden fist hit Lin Beichen **** the chin.
Lin Beichen's head was raised unnaturally high, and his neck was twisted backward.
Boom!
Another golden fist.
This time it hit him **** the left temple.
Lin Beichen had lost control over the stability of his figure. Under the terrifying punch, his neck snapped to the right, twisting into a right-angled terrifying shape...
"Damn it, I got tricked."
Lin Beichen's eyes turned black, and he started to fight wildly. He spared no effort to mobilize all his strength, trying to stabilize his figure and fight back.
But—
Boom!
Pandor punched him in the chest again.
Click, click, click.
Break in the sternum.
The power he gathered was completely scattered again.
"You **** me off..."
Pan Duoqing's expression was violent, and he approached Lin Beichen.
Fist.
The golden fist prints bombarded Lin Beichen's body continuously like a gust of wind and rain.
Accompanied by the sound of muscle tearing and bone shattering, clear fist marks appeared on Lin Beichen's chest and back, like a knife carving, deep in the depression, and the black leather armor on his body turned into a blow Scatter as powder.
He seemed like a sandbag that was dropped in mid-air and was beaten violently, shaking from side to side, unable to break free...
"The tide has turned."
"Pan Duoqing...Under such berserk energy, he was not injured?"
"He wears the [Fire Sun Seeker Armor], which is invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire, and is a high-grade artifact-level armor of the Fierce Sun God Department."
There is no way, the background of the Lieyang God Clan is too deep, but after all Jian Xiaoyao rose at the end of the century, the background is not enough. "
"Jian Xiaoyao is in big trouble."
"If he can't break free from the offensive, he will be beaten to death."
"Killed to death? No, it will be blown up, and there will be no bones left."
Different exclamations came from in front of the superconducting crystal screen projections in various parts of Dahuang Shencheng, and many people couldn't help but sympathized with Jian Xiaoyao.
Personal talent is against the sky, but there is no background.
Is it impossible for an individual to fight against the top protoss?