Chapter 1028 The First Cut

Thousands of raindrops...

Inherited combat skills from the Holy Church.

The second stage of redemption——Thousands, Lie, and Rain!

After hovering in the air for a moment, it swept away.

The situation at this moment, because it was so fast, people only had a glimpse of it.

As for Shang Xiong, who is united with human and sword at this moment, his mind is even more firm and unwavering.

"First knife!"

With a sharp shout, the three phantoms instantly slashed down.

"You never know who you're up against...."

In the air under the high-frequency oscillating blade, there was even a brief atomization.

Shang Xiong narrowed his eyes with a cold face.

The Babang wolf——Dayson Dari, is now in space, and there is no way to keep up.

Except for that loyal and burly man, Shangxiong has no one to fear in this country, 1v1.

He doesn't care who is in the mecha in front of him.

All he knew was that it wasn't Daisen Dari, or Grand Duke Lieyang, and that was enough.

die...

Three phantoms brought out three sword lights to cut in.

Thousands of raindrops pass through the phantom in an instant.

... The knife light stopped abruptly.

The three phantoms merged into one, and a sharp blade hung two meters in front of Dayueshang's faceplate, unable to cut any further.

In the pitch-black space of vines, Mu Fan's expression was neither sad nor happy.

His arms were full of veins.

He tilted his head slightly.

On this hill, a faint voice came from under Dayueshang's mask.

"Unable to... measure one's abilities."

Deathly silence on the hills.

There was a deathly silence in the Yueyuhao.

In the gunboat in the distance, the captain with the brown beard was speechless with a hoot in his throat.

All eyes are looking at that in horror at this moment...

Holes throughout the body.

The back can be seen through from the front.

Whether it's the head, shoulders, chest, cockpit, joints...

All of them are penetrated by holes with a diameter of only about 30 centimeters.

The mecha controlled by Shangxiong held the blue wind brigade knife in both hands, but it couldn't cut it any longer.

And in front of this wind traveler, the moon-white mecha stepped forward with a big lunge, bowed its head, held the spear in its right arm and stretched straight forward.

The sharp tip of the spear protrudes from the center of the rear.

It was dripping with blood, ticking, ticking.

I don't know if it's the blood of those pilots...or the blood in Shang Xiong's body.

The moon-white visor slowly lifted, and he glanced around lightly.

The figure slowly stood up straight, and then twisted the right arm and swept it upwards.

The battered Wind Traveler was thrown straight into the sky.

呲~~

In the tooth-piercing voice, the lunar eclipse gun was pulled away instantly, and then swung backhand.

A dazzling moonlight suddenly appeared.

The tip of the spear slammed heavily on the wind traveler's gloomy head with unpredictable force.

boom!

It's like popping a watermelon with a stick.

The light gray fragments exploded into a mist directly in front of everyone.

A headless and tattered mech wreckage fell to the ground, kicking up the soil mixed with green grass and wild flowers.

The remaining fifty typhoon travelers retreated tens of meters in unison.

Those senior pilots kept swallowing saliva in their throats and couldn't speak a word at the moment.

All their fighting spirit and faith were shattered by this last brutal shot.

All their pride and self-confidence are trembling.

The moon-white mecha in front of him is like a god of death.

"Blessed by the wood god."

"It must be Grand Duke...it must be Grand Duke Lie Yang...I won't fight anymore."

Chaotic emotions erupted in the hearts of these surviving pilots in an instant.

At this moment, they are like headless chickens, and they no longer have a backbone.

"Go! You trash, cowards, cowards, you have more than fifty mechs, go and tear up that damned enemy!" The commander of the gunboat with a brown beard picked up the communicator and shouted angrily.

However, no one replied to him.

Shang Xiong is the instructor of their Seventh Division.

Shangxiong is dead, you are a fart!

Mu Fan looked indifferently at the mechas whose formation was beginning to scatter, and slowly raised the lunar eclipse gun again, pointing the tip of the gun at the mecha on the far left.

The mecha held the knife in both hands, and at this moment it was frightened and hurriedly backed away.

The tip of the gun slowly moved across a semicircle to the right...

Wherever the spears were directed, all the mechs backed away in fear without any hesitation.

When the long spear in Da Yueshang's hand crossed the half a week, the Wind Traveler Division surrounded by this circle had retreated to a position of seventy or eighty meters.

"Ah……"

A faint sneer came out.

The contempt and irony in that tone were clearly visible.

But they didn't dare to refute half a voice.

These pilots watched Da Yueshang, who made a surprise attack against the trend and killed Shang Xiong with one blow...

He didn't even look at them anymore.

Turning his back, the spear fell to the ground, leaving a shallow mark, and walked towards the Yueyu Hao which was steaming with green smoke.

For the pilots of the 7th Division, no day has been as long as this moment.

They looked at the back of the mecha leaving, their faces were full of humiliation and fear, but they had no fighting spirit.

That step by step is obviously not slow, but in their hearts, it seems that each step has been walked for a whole day.

That kind of torment and panic repeatedly scorched the soul.

A spear flashed out, and the long spear was carried on his back again.

The moon-white mecha finally came to the slender saber that pierced the ground.

Pull out the long knife Yuehua, turn around to face the hill, and step forward straight forward again, pressing the upper back.

The blade is parallel to the ground and straight forward.

This is obviously the attacking posture of Da Yueshang when he drew his sword back then.

However, this time, there were light gray fragments scattered on the hill.

The black soil, the green grass, the pure white wildflowers, and the dark red spots of blood seeping into the soil.

There were still more than fifty mechas that were at a loss without fighting spirit.

"Come again."

Mu Fan's voice was clear and indifferent, echoing in the valley.

"... Come again!"

The second time, the voice became colder, but only his voice echoed in the empty valley, and the dozens of mechas scared Qi Qi back again.

"You guys... come again!"

The fiery and violent fighting intent erupted in the last suppressed roar.

Behind the lonely and arrogant Dayueshang, Yuexi tightly covered her mouth, hot tears glistened in her clear eyes.

She tried not to drip.

All she knew was that Mu Fan at this moment had completely pierced her heart.

At this moment, all the pilots of the Seventh Division knew that there was no Grand Duke Lie Yang inside.

The voice was cold and young.

However, the owner of this voice is strong enough to crush them.

"Who the hell is he!!"

Inside the crooked bridge, the brown-bearded captain who was coughing up blood yelled furiously towards the ceiling.

At this moment, a straight white line descended from the sky like a thunderbolt, and precisely bombarded the gunboat that was stuck in the mud.

"What the hell is he..."

boom!

The words after the three words were not spoken again after all.

The violent sea of ​​fire and air waves instantly swallowed everything.

On the clouds in the distant sky, at this moment, dozens or hundreds of vortices suddenly appeared.

Fish shuttle-shaped spaceships with wood-colored patterns suddenly drilled out.