Although the gunpowder weapon was not powerful enough to fight against the Saint-rank powerhouse, his purpose was not to kill, but to harass. www.biquge.info It's three o'clock in the night, and it's a suburb again, so there are few pedestrians on the street.

Iron Slag searched the way he came and soon found Bill in a nearby convenience store. At this moment, the killer bee in the scope looked very leisurely, smoking a cigar and drinking beer, as if the fierce aerial chase just now had never happened.

Iron Slag was hiding around a corner of the street with a sniper rifle. He didn't rush to shoot because Bill was standing next to the waiter and could easily have been injured by mistake. This is not Iron Mountain Town, the implementation of the "World Convention" is very high, even the lowest civilians have an equal right to life, and no one can harm them at will. Of course, the reason why he is reluctant to cause accidental injuries is not the main reason, although it has something to do with this.

The main reason is the teaching of the Iron Old Man: "Try not to kill when you don't have to, because every life is valuable." ”

For the words of the old man Tie, he has always remembered it and has never forgotten it. He watched quietly, and suddenly, he realized that Bill was not drinking beer, but a garter!

He immediately understood that Bill was a "pseudo-saint". In the textbooks of the Central Yincheng Military Academy, the definition of "pseudo-holy rank" is a saint-level psionic person who cannot comprehend the ninth-order "psionic fountain", directly relies on drugs to fill the spiritual energy in the body, and then breaks through in one fell swoop.

They have many deficiencies due to their dependence on drugs. On the one hand, drugs contain a variety of harmful impurities, so that their lives are no different from ordinary people, or even shorter; On the other hand, they do not comprehend the "psionic fountain", and cannot convert food or other energy substances into psionic energy, and can only rely solely on absorbing free psionic energy in the air. And this bit of spiritual energy is not enough to support the huge consumption of the Holy Rank's ability. Therefore, they need to drink regular fortifiers to replenish their energy.

As the saying goes, the time is not to be lost, and the iron slag immediately aimed at Bill's head and slowly pressed the trigger. He can't care about it so much, the Chifeng Fortress is still surrounded, as long as he can kill Bill, the other party will retreat.

"Bang!"

At the moment of the fire, Bill's face in the convenience store changed, and the blue star sand suddenly appeared around his body, like a bright starry sky.

In the next instant, the rapid flying bullet turned out to be like a balloon, "Bang! With a bang, it exploded in all parts.

As soon as the shot missed, Iron Slag immediately picked up the sniper rifle, turned around and ran.

"Shet! Want to lure me out of town? Since the Iron Slag's intentions were too obvious, Bill saw it at once, and said to himself as he chased it out.

"Bang!"

In the middle of his thoughts, another red silk armor-piercing bullet broke through the air, Bill frowned slightly, and the bullet immediately exploded in the air.

"Fack, I'd like to see who's hiding behind you." Bill yelled and sped after him. He held his own Saint-Rank strength, and he didn't take the trap into his eyes at all. A scholar who studies psionic energy once openly said that the power of the Holy Rank is not in the ability to fight, but in the speed of escape......

Although a few days later the scholar was found to have been shoved into the toilet, his analysis was very well recognized, and the phrase was called "the law of the sanctuary".

Due to the ability to fly through the air and the incomparably flexible, it takes three Saint-rank powerhouses of the same strength to catch up with one, and more than nine to carry out the round-up, so the configuration in many places is three Saint-rank powerhouses.

Bill didn't believe that this stalker could find several Holy Orders to besiege him, if the other party really had this strength, he could just go into the city to find him, why bother to lead him out.

"Turbulent ......"

A few minutes later, with the sound of a long jet, the iron slag rushed out of the city and flew towards the agreed location. And Bill followed, chasing him out.

It didn't take long for the iron slag to run out of fuel, fly lower and lower, and finally fall to the ground. The place where he landed was a grove of trees, visible from high in the air, through which several small rivers flowed, meandered, and finally converged and flowed into the distance.

In the blink of an eye, Bill caught up. I saw him hovering in mid-air and observing for a while before slowly descending. Anyway, he was not in a hurry, the other party was using a mechanical power armor, which could not fly long distances, and could not escape from his palm at all.

After landing, Bill walked through the woods, as if he were out on an outing, looking very relaxed. However, this is only a superficial appearance, and if you look closely, you will find that his eyes are constantly scanning the shadows around him, and he is obviously extremely vigilant.

He had been here before and knew that this forest was called "Deer Hunting Forest" and was once a hunting place for ancient nobles. It is also known that there is a river in the middle of the woods, called the "Broadleaf River", which is one of the hundreds of tributaries of the "Long River".

As I walked, there was a faint smell of tea in front of me. Carefully distinguished, it is the taste of "Angus" black tea in the western continent. There's also a hint of femininity......

"Women?" He couldn't help frowning, feeling a chill inexplicably, and then turned around and left, as fast as lightning.

"Friend, since you're here, don't be in a hurry......" Just as he was about to leap into the air, a male voice came from the woods in front of him.

"Sit down, have a cup of tea, and have a good chat." The other party invited.

Bill hesitated for a moment, then decided to go over and take a look. He is a saint-level powerhouse, who dominates the world and the world, and there is never a place he dares not go.

Walking into the depths of the woods, the front suddenly opens up. It was a clearing by the river, and the river was flowing quietly and quietly. The ground is scattered with white pebbles, and under the bright moon, it exudes a faint glow.

Looking up, there was a small white round table by the river, and there were three people sitting at the table. A man and two women, the man sitting in the middle, is the stalker just now. And the two women are very beautiful, he was almost fascinated at the first sight, it can be said that he is beautiful, and the country is captivated. Such a beauty, even in a metropolis like Lucheng, is extremely rare. At least, with his strength today, he has never been on such a woman.

"You may be seated." The stalker gestured to him, inviting him.

The two women did not speak, but sat quietly, not even looking at him.

"Who are you?" Bill stepped forward and pulled open the wicker chair that was obviously intended for him, sat down with a big grin, and asked.

"Iron Eagle, Chifeng Fortress." The young man said.

Hearing the identity of the other party, Bill immediately understood, and then squinted his eyes slightly and asked, "Want to talk about peace?" ”

"Hmm." Iron Slag nodded.

"Yes." Bill said dryly.

"On what terms?" Iron Slag asked expressionlessly.

"What's the condition......" Bill thought for a moment and said in a deliberately lengthened voice, "it's actually very simple......," he spread his hands, "just compensate us for the loss of two million gold coins." ”

"Two million gold coins?" Iron Slag asked.

"Two million gold coins." Bill leaned forward, stared into the eyes of the iron slag, and repeated. Without waiting for the other party to answer, he said again, "Besides......" He deliberately lengthened his voice, glanced at the two women, and said with a slight point, "Let them stay with me for one night, and this matter will ......be revealed," he smiled, rubbed his palms, and said, "We will be partners in the fight against the invasion of the swarm from now on." ”

"Friend, you are asking for such a request...... Iron Slag also stretched out his voice, and his tone was meaningful.

"What's the problem?" Bill asked casually.

"It's looking for death!" Before the words fell, the three of them shot at the same time and attacked Bill.

The latter had already been prepared, and at the moment when the other party was in trouble, blue light erupted all over his body and rose to the sky.

In an instant, three streams of light shot straight into the sky, piercing the dark night sky.

"Boom!"

Muyu lily of the valley's face is like white frost, the eyes are cold, and the snow-bright sword suddenly comes out of the sheath, reflecting the snow white between the heavens and the earth. In the blink of an eye, she caught up with Bill in a high-speed arc with the momentum of wind, thunder and lightning, and swept away with a sword!

"Phew!"

With a coquettish shout, it was like a hawk falcon roaring, the momentum was soaring, and the sword shadows were stacked, and Bill was suddenly frightened and pale.

The sharpened blade was cold to the bone, unstoppable, and extremely powerful, like a huge mountain pressing on the top, as if he saw the consequences of being cut off by the waist.

"Fack!" Bill let out a high-pitched scream, twisted his waist in a strange position, endured the sharp pain caused by the movement, and at the moment when the blade touched his body, he suddenly changed direction and flew out at a right angle to the side, avoiding the fate of being cut in two.

However, there has been a wave of unevenness. In the next second, an indescribable sense of fear suddenly appeared in the depths of his heart, which made him tremble all over.

"The power of the Holy Order!" His eyes widened and he looked at the other woman in disbelief. The so-called power of the Holy Order is a kind of energy ray that radiates outward when the purity, density, and total amount of spiritual energy in the body of the Holy Order Psionic reaches a certain level, which will make weak creatures feel terrified.

However, he quickly dismissed the idea, and he had felt the power of the Holy Order, and although it would cause him great pressure, it was not so strong. The overwhelming coercion is like standing in the empty wilderness looking up at the sky, floating on the vast sea looking for an island, only feeling its own insignificance and humility.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, his eyes flashed brightly, and his body seemed to be bombarded with a giant hammer, shooting straight to the ground like a cannonball.

"Boom!"

In the next second, Bill slammed into the ground, smashing into a large crater several meters in diameter. A dull sound echoed through the trees, and a frantic air swept through the foliage.

Bill's eyes lit up with gold, "Wow! With a bang, a mouthful of blood spurted out. He didn't even see what was happening just now, and he was hit hard by unimaginable blows.

At the moment of life and death, he did not hesitate to pull out the metal syringe on his belt and plunge it into his thigh.

"Wow!"

The purple fluid rushes into the blood vessels and is pumped into the atrium. Suddenly, the heart seemed to be stimulated and contracted violently.

The heavy beating sound of "knock ......" was like a muffled thunder before a storm, one after another, straight to the ears.

Gradually, Bill's eyeballs bulged outward, and streaks of blood spread rapidly through the whites of his eyes like tree roots.

"Yay......" he sighed with pleasure.

"Boom!" The next moment, I saw him suddenly rise to the ground, shaking the entire forest, turning into a bright meteor, heading straight for the Muyu lily of the valley above.

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Although I've been in poor health lately, I've been a little sluggish in updating, but after all, it's the end of the year, and it's hard to pass the year......

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