"Whew --!"
With a sharp howling sound, the golden sword bursts out like lightning, and the blade is filled with ultra-high temperature hot wind, like a flash of golden streamer with red edge.
"Bang bang bang bang -!"
Compared with the sharp shrill sound, it seems a lot of confusion. The gun sound like machine gun shooting starts from the violent vibration on the opposite side, and the sharp shrill sound is submerged in an instant.
In the noise of the guns, it wasn't the bullets that shot towards the golden streamer, but a variety of weapons, including knives, swords, guns and halberds, covered with the blue light on the surface.
The medium to shoot out these dark weapons is not a bow and arrow, but a crimson space standing in the space like a door.
In the crimson space, ripples like ripples can't be stopped. Each echo will emerge with a black weapon. Like a stray arrow, the crazy shooting will go straight to the front.
The atmosphere is shaking, and the wind is howling. Just like the ever victorious general who has rushed into thousands of troops, the golden streamer erupts the super high temperature hot wind, which melts the steel with enough power, cuts off all things, and plunges into the whole field of vision in front of him, which is like a group of black weapons fired by bullets.
"Ji --!"
All of a sudden, there was a sharp, painful screech in the eardrum, which turned into a sound wave in the dark weapons group and penetrated into the ears of all the people present.
It's a big golden sword at a very fast speed. Give all the black weapons that come close to you the sound of flying.
Because there are so many dark weapons, the golden sword almost flies at the speed of dozens of them in one second, flying forward, and at the same time, it blows the black weapons coming from close quarters and head-on. So, the sound of too fast cross attack is mixed together, forming such a sharp ear piercing hum.
But that soon ended.
The golden sword is indeed very sharp. It can be said that there is nothing going on under the super high temperature of several thousand degrees.
But they did not cut off those seemingly ordinary weapons!
Not a handful!
So. Even if the golden sword is sharper. The power of the assault is even more prominent. Under the constant confrontation of dark weapons, the speed of the stabbing is becoming slower and slower.
"Bang!"
Finally, with the sound of a collision between steel and iron. The golden sword still failed to break through the storm like weapon group. When the speed of spike is slow to a certain extent. He was shot by a dark weapon.
“————!” See this scene, Bronson controls the "automatic" of the "angel" series called Lucifer, and brings the golden sword back to him. Looking to the front, his face was gloomy as if it was about to drip out of the water.
In front, the crimson space standing in the space is still rippling, and a handful of dark weapons are sticking out, as if those dark weapons can never be used up, which makes Bronson look terrible.
"What is that crimson space? What is that dark weapon that Lucifer, who even wielded thousands of degrees of hot air, has been chopping away? "
It's impossible for Bronson to know, let alone to hold thousands of degrees of hot air, or tens of thousands of degrees, that he may not be able to cut off those dark weapons!
After all, even if only hardness and sharpness, these dark weapons are also treasures made up of fantasy!
If it wasn't for wordless being limited in rank and power being severely limited, the "automatic" of the "angel" series named Lucifer, let alone flying so many treasures, would be smashed by the dense treasures like raindrops!
If all means are not limited due to wordless, and the super power cannot be used, we can only use "mental power" to squeeze the iron sand as a treasure out of the weapon's shape, which greatly reduces the power of the treasure, and Lucifer is also early broken.
"What's the matter? President Bronson! "
Standing in front of the crimson space is like a deity controlling a space. He has no words to open the wine red pupil that matches the crimson behind him. Yao looks at Bronson in the opposite direction, reaches out and holds a dark long gun.
"I'm not going to be killed, captured and dissected for research?"
Finish saying, speechless mercilessly in one fell swoop the black long gun in the hand, pull it from the shoulder part to behind, immediately throw out with force.
"Whew --!"
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