Cyber Daming

When the sound of summoning souls in Jinling City was boiling, the fighting in the Central Branch was also in full swing.

All the positions deployed on the outskirts had been captured by the Minggui Warriors, and the remaining guard members retreated into the Presbyterian Church, a huge circular building with a black roof and gray walls.

The huge long-range attack-type ink armor squatted like a tiger a hundred feet away, with metal feet popping out from their ankles and nailing them firmly into the ground. Their arms shaped like muzzles were raised high, and there was no need for any aiming, flames or shells. It keeps pouring out.

Thick black smoke billowed into the air, and amid the continuous explosions, the building housing the Presbyterian Church of the Middle School let out a shrill wail. The outer wall was shaved cleanly, revealing the steel sandwich embedded inside, which was deformed and twisted under the bombardment.

The Akuki Warriors, who have been hiding for many years, can only move if they don't move. If they move, they are like a mountain fire.

A large number of Mo Xu were captured and controlled immediately before they could realize what was going on. Without the restriction of the owner's contract, Ming Gui successfully paralyzed most of the defense facilities in the middle courtyard, and it was very smooth in a short period of time. Attacked in front of the Presbyterian Church located in the core area of ​​the middle courtyard.

The situation of the uprising was excellent so far, but Long Zong, who had temporarily borrowed Qing Si's body, looked at the Presbyterian Church that was submerged in artillery fire from a distance, but his eyes were extremely solemn.

"Liu Xianzhou, Mo Guhuang, what are you planning?"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

There was a sharp and piercing whistling sound in the air, and there was another violent volley. The main door of the Presbyterian Church seemed to suddenly expand in the firelight, and then there was a deafening loud noise, and the shattered steel fragments flew in all directions. The door completely collapsed.

The guards hiding inside were knocked to the ground by the remnant power of the explosion, letting out painful wails. Even the melee armors waiting for an opportunity outside were stunned by the loud noise.

In the short period of time when the lingering sound echoed, no one, whether it was people or armor, made any reaction. Everyone was frozen in place like sculptures, as if their souls had been blown out of their bodies.

"rush!"

Although there were many doubts in his heart, the arrow was already on the string and had to be fired. Long Zong no longer hesitated, turned over and jumped onto a huge ink armor that was three feet tall, stood on the shoulder armor, raised his arms and shouted.

The specially amplified shouts were like a surge of anger, pulling all the souls suspended above the battlefield back to the ground. The melee ink armor group who came back to their senses moved almost at the same time, raised their swords, grabbed knives, and rushed out.

The wet ground continued to tremble under the hammering of the steel soles. Mo Jia's front formation moved forward with lightning speed. In an instant, it rushed into the collapsed gap and started a flesh-and-blood battle with Zhongyuan Mo Xu, who was wearing a helmet and whipping armor. A brutal fight that cuts to the bone.

Zheng!

The long knife clanked and slashed into a pair of shoulder armor. Aohu roared angrily, grabbing the handle of the knife with both hands and sweeping hard. The blade tore through the armor and flesh. Half of the body was thrown high, and the blue lightning and white blood had just flowed. Take to the sky.

Ao Hu, who was a fourth-grade melee ink armor, was roaming the battlefield. His powerful and heavy sword crashed into the enemy group and slashed wantonly. There was no enemy in front of him.

"Liu Xianzhou Liu Xianzhou."

The sound of muttering to himself echoed in his mind. Aohu, who was covered in blood, raised his eyes and looked around. Finally, in the noisy battlefield, he saw the face that he would never forget.

"You're here!"

Aohu's blood-red eyes burst into excited laughter, he stepped forward and rushed out in an instant. At this moment, a ray of cold light came from the slanting stab. Aohu, who had no time to dodge, could only choose to roll on the spot, only to be able to avoid a straight-edged long knife that went straight to his head.

Aohu rolled to his feet and looked back, only to see Mo Xu, who was wearing white armor, staring at him coldly, with a long and narrow straight knife shining coldly in his hand.

As a member of the Mobile Guard directly under the Presbyterian Church, Aohu naturally knew the person blocking the road. His name was Wang Ye, and his name was Blizzard.

There was no unnecessary nonsense, both sides moved at the same time.

The armor plates on Wang Ye's legs spurted out streams of turbulent air that were visible to the naked eye. The bursts were astonishingly fast, and he slashed Aohu's chest with the knife.

Aohu slashed down with the sword in both hands, but at the moment when the blades collided, a huge force surged up, lifting his feet off the ground, and his body was lifted into the air uncontrollably.

Zheng!

The straight sword chased after him, the armor of Aohu's left arm clanged, and a glowing arm shield formed in an instant, blocking him in front of him.

With a muffled sound, Aohu's figure was knocked down from mid-air, and a large pothole was created on the steel ground where he landed.

Before he could get up again, a gunshot exploded above his head, and a stream of hot bullets spurted out from the beast's mouth on Wang Ye's shoulders, heading straight for Aohu.

Aohu rolled continuously sideways to dodge, seizing the gap between the bullets and whips, twisting and leaping up. At the same time, he extended his arm shield to cover his half body, and bent his feet to exert force, like a cannonball rising into the air.

clang!

With a sharp stabbing cry, the long knife in Aohu's hand was cut off by force, and Wang Ye twisted his body and swung his legs to pull it off the ground again.

The flames on the back of Wang Ye's armor surged wildly, chasing Aohu who landed on the ground. He wielded two slender straight knives and struck them down like a spear.

On the line between life and death, Aohu, who was lying on his back, could only grab the white blade with his bare hands, and tightly grasped the falling blade tip with his ten fingers!

"snort."

Wang Ye let out a cold snort, spread his legs and stood like a tiger, leaning down, pouring violent power like a straight knife, cutting off the mechanical fingers that were blocking the way one by one.

Aohu's eyes were scarlet and his joints made crackling sounds, but he still couldn't stop the tip of the knife from slowly approaching.

Seeing that Aohu was about to be pierced through the head, a fierce evil wind suddenly blew.

The horrified Wang Ye hurriedly slashed his sword, but the person punched him directly on the back of the sword, sending him and the sword flying away.

And Aohu, who had saved his life, finally saw clearly who the person who saved him was.

Tianque Wufu, Shen Li.

Without any dialogue, just when Shen Li was about to stretch out his hand to pull Ao Hu up, Ao Hu's armor suddenly spread out, like a dark cloud shrouding Shen Li's body, directly covering the body of Shen Li. Ju Mojia chased him away and climbed up on his own.

"Kill this bastard, and then help me kill Liu Xianzhou, and I, Aohu, will hang out with you from now on!"

"Okay."

Shen Li grinned and raised his eyes to look at the snow-white figure, with fighting spirit in his eyes.

Wang Ye also sensed the provocative gaze of the other party at the same time, and stared at it without flinching.

The eyes of the two people collided in the air, and the murderous intent in each other was entangled and agitated. The men who were fighting around them felt an inexplicable throbbing and subconsciously stepped aside.

The battlefield that was originally extremely chaotic now started and ended with Shen Li and Wang Ye, and an empty area with no one in them appeared between them.

Shen Li, who was bare-handed, took a step forward. After one foot, he was as fast as wind and rain, and after three feet, he was as fast as thunder. In an instant, he had already rushed in front of Wang Ye.

Wang Ye, who chose to wait for work, looked cautious and raised his knife to chop when Shen Li got close. But the next moment, his vision blurred, and his opponent's figure disappeared inexplicably. Although the ghost named Blizzard instantly reminded him that he was on the left, a powerful and heavy punch had already landed on his side.

boom!

Wang Ye's body suddenly hunched down, and the pupils in his eyes dilated. He had no real heart, but at this moment he felt an unbearable pain.

Before he could recover from the pain, Shen Li's figure flashed out from the other side and punched him straight into the abdomen.

boom! boom! boom!

The sound of the air boiling kept ringing. Wang Ye, who had become a boxing target, swayed from side to side, with horrifying depressions all over his body.

Wow.

Wang Ye's eyes widened, milky white blood gushed out from his mouth and nose, the ink armor on his body disintegrated, and the straight knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that this was not an evenly matched fight, but a one-sided killing.

"Dead, Liu Xianzhou is dead!"

At this moment, an extremely excited shout suddenly sounded.

Shen Li's ghostly figure suddenly stood still and looked towards where the sound came from.

Wang Ye, who had already expired, finally no longer had to sway pitifully back and forth in the wind of fists, and fell to the ground with a thud.

"died?"

Ao Hu blurted out and exclaimed, breaking away from Shen Li's body and rushing over quickly.

"The dean of the middle school, Liu Xianzhou, is dead! The dean of the middle school, Liu Xianzhou, is dead!"

Aohu finally saw clearly that Mo Jia, who was shouting loudly, was his brother Jin Beast. And the head he held up in the air was Liu Xianzhou, whom he had previously targeted in the crowd!

“It’s really dead”

Ao Hu was stunned on the spot, and the next moment he couldn't help but raised his hands and shouted angrily: "Liu Xianzhou is dead!!"

The roar was like an invisible big hand pinching everyone's throats, and the battlefield that was originally filled with loud killings suddenly became silent.

The people who were fighting in a bloody battle and A were both startled, and subconsciously looked back at the source of the sound. After clearly seeing the head held in the hands of the golden beast, sadness and joy suddenly appeared. The ink armors whose arms were sprayed red rejoiced, while the humans felt as if they were mourning their heirs, and their fighting spirit instantly collapsed.

"Is he really dead? Do we win now?"

Long Zong stood outside the jubilant Group A. Victory was clearly in front of him, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Without him, because the whole process was so smooth that Long Zong couldn't believe it.

Since the outbreak of the uprising, except for the resistance from the guards directly under the Presbyterian House when they attacked the Presbyterian House, they have encountered no other resistance.

Needless to say, the Jianai Institute was destroyed due to a sudden attack by Aohu and the others. But what about non-public courts? Where is the funeral home? What about so many research groups?

Long Zong did not meet any of these organizations, and the backbone of the entire Central Court seemed to evaporate out of thin air and disappeared without a trace.

Even if you put aside these things, Liu Xianzhou is also a real pioneer of Mo San. He is a powerful figure who can create a new technical method in the entire Mo sequence. How could he be killed so easily?

Not to mention Mo Guhuang, Peng Ze, and Shu Ye, who have never appeared from the beginning to the end. Where are they hiding? When will it show up?

Thinking of this, a bone-chilling chill enveloped Long Zong's mind.

"Old senior, sometimes don't make things too complicated. If you win, you win."

Laughter rang in his ears. The pensive Long Zong turned around and saw Shen Li standing beside him, grinning and saying, "Besides, you are not fighting alone."

"What do you mean?" Long Zong was confused.

Shen Li smiled and said nothing, but raised his chin in the direction of the gate of the Presbyterian Church.

Long Zong looked back and saw a familiar figure slowly walking in from the door.

"Mo Guhuang?!"

Long Zong's heart suddenly sank, and just as he was about to roar to remind the Mingguis who were still silent in joy, he heard Shen Li beside him smiling and speaking.

"Old senior, you must have been wondering before why my eldest brother promised to help you kill people, but never showed up from the beginning to the end, right? This is not because he is not trustworthy, but because I, as a younger brother, can handle this matter ”

Shen Li patted Long Zong on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Let me introduce you. This is one of our five pillars of Tianque. His surname is Zhao and his name is Mengze. He is the master of the three dreams of Yin and Yang."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Guhuang, who was walking alone with his head buried in his chest, suddenly raised his head and smiled at Long Zong.

In an instant, a large amount of information rushed into his mind like an enlightenment, and Long Zong understood everything in an instant.

"Why do you Tianque want to help us?"

Long Zong pondered for a moment, then turned to look at Shen Li and asked.

"It was Mo Xu's craftsmen who betrayed us back then, not you rangers. We have been brothers for so many years. Shouldn't we help you when you are in trouble?"

"Then why didn't you come until now?"

The cynical smile on Shen Li's face slowly dissipated, and he said seriously: "Because we also just saw the fire that represents hope."

While the two were talking, everyone present and A noticed the figure walking in alone.

The boiling laughter stopped abruptly, followed by the exclamation of human voices, the roar of swords, the charging of guns, and the shaking of armor, followed by a mixture of sounds that had just relaxed and started again. Tightened heartstrings again.

Mo Guhuang stood still, faced countless pairs of eyes, and spoke loudly.

"I am Mo Guhuang, the dean of the Intermediate Academy. For many years, Liu Xianzhou, the dean of the Intermediate Academy, has arbitrarily persecuted and exploited the Minggui Rangers who work side by side with us human craftsmen for his own selfish desires, resulting in today's tragedy of brothers fighting each other and fighting in the same room. Now the culprit is Already surrendered."

"Liu Xianzhou, you are dead."

In a secret place in the middle courtyard, Liu Xianzhou looked at the person sitting in front of him with an ashen face.

"Now you are a worthless substitute, a yellow scarf warrior concocted by Maoshan. You have lost this game."

Liu Xianzhou's expression changed like a carousel, and he asked in a ferocious voice: "Zhou Yuan, what on earth do you Tianque want to do?!"

The man named Zhou Yuan looked about forty years old, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and was dressed in a snow-white robe. Hearing this, he chuckled and said: "Our purpose is very simple, to replace Mo who fought alongside Wu Xu of our sect. Sequel Ranger Revenge."

"You should keep this high-sounding reason to deceive a three-year-old."

Liu Xianzhou said disdainfully: "You want to bring these rebellious Minggui Mojia into Tianque, right? It's a good idea. But Zhou Yuan, let me remind you, the three religions will never tolerate you doing this, as long as Tianque dares to do it again Ran Zhigui, what awaits you is a complete killing! "

"But we have intervened now, did you see anyone jump out?"

Zhou Yuan shook his head and smiled: "There is no one, do you know why? Because none of them are willing to provoke us for the sake of a Mo Xu Central Branch who works as a dog for Zhang Fengyue."

"The division of martial arts in the world has passed, and now the target of public criticism is no longer Wu Xu, but Confucian Xu. But you probably don't understand this, otherwise you and Mo Guhuang, two idiots, wouldn't be at such a time The right to fight internally, so that’s why.”

Zhou Yuan smiled contemptuously and said: "If you are a blacksmith, you should work hard and don't do things you are not good at. When you put down the food guy and change to Confucianism to play with people's hearts, you are destined to lose miserably."

Liu Xianzhou said coldly: "I haven't lost yet. This is the Intermediate Court and it is my territory."

"What else do you rely on? Is it Shu Ye who helps you research technology during the day and lets you research technology at night? Or is it Peng Ze who is indecisive between you and Mo Guhuang? If you think you can turn the tables with these two guys."

Zhou Yuan raised his head and made a 'please' gesture: "You can give it a try, I'll give you this chance."

Liu Xianzhou was dumbfounded when he heard the other party casually revealing his trump cards one by one, and then became angry and cursed angrily: "You guys, these courageless gangsters, why didn't you dare to show your face when Su Ce died? Come here now to fight for Minggui, what qualifications do you have!"

"This is the thing I regret most in my life."

Zhou Yuan's voice was so cold that it seemed like it could freeze into ice: "Sooner or later Tianque will settle this account with them."

"Tianque?"

Liu Xianzhou sneered: "You are just a Zonghengsan who relies on others. Do you really think of yourself as the martial preface of the sect? Do you still want to settle accounts with Zhang Fengyue? Zhou Yuan, first be careful that the cunning rabbit is killed and the lackey is cooked!"

"I, Zhou Yuan, who do I think I am, don't need to explain to a fool like you. I will give you a way now. Serve Tianque for a hundred years, and we can spare your life."

"Do you think I might agree to this condition?"

Liu Xianzhou smiled coldly, but changed the subject: "Unless."

"If you don't agree, then you will die."

As soon as the words fell, Liu Xianzhou's muscles suddenly trembled and twisted like a snake and python, his skin rippled with layers of ripples visible to the naked eye, and the sound of muscles and bones grinding against each other crackled and exploded, like a string of firecrackers being lit on the ground.

Liu Xianzhou's mouth grew larger, but the entire mouth was filled with the swollen tongue, and the dripping saliva wet the clothes on his chest.

In an instant, his entire torso swelled up like air, and the veins and blood vessels stretched outward like earthworms and were exposed on the surface of the body. At the moment when they were about to burst, they suddenly shrank inward and clung to Liu Xianzhou's bones. .

"You craftsmen have been occupying the magpie's nest for too long, and you have forgotten who the real Mo Xu is. Without the foundation laid by the rangers, your names would have long been lost among the three religions and nine streams."

Zhou Yuan stood up and walked past Liu Xianzhou.

"This is the gene dissolving poison that Shu Ye bought from Nong Xu for you. Every time you have sex with her, the poison in your body will become heavier. You are scheming against each other, a nest of snakes and rats. You are really stupid and no one is awake."

"Shu Ye."

Liu Xianzhou, who stood still like a statue, suddenly had his contracted flesh and blood melted like wax, escaping from his body one after another. The colorful filthy liquid flowed on the ground. In the blink of an eye, only an empty mechanical body was left, and it collapsed completely with a bang.