Mecha Star Wars

"Can you see it?"

Jiu Ze had just suspected that Jiu was busy watching the show, but now he was absolutely convinced.

Among the people who had just arrived, except for Irene who was still a little confused, everyone else looked at the consciousness body of King Mingguang surrounded by the three Antonios.

"The demon tribe feeds on human souls and flesh. I can see it, so it's not unusual." Jiuji explained why he could see it in one sentence, then turned to Garcia and the others, hooking his chin.

"They, the Ghost Blade Clan who guard Huangtan, have been fighting against demons and snatching souls for many years. It's not uncommon to see secret methods. As for this Young Master Mingguang... maybe it's the Mingguang Clan's secret method, or maybe it's the Ghost Blade Clan. The clan allows him to see it, who knows, it doesn’t matter anyway.”

Evans hesitated for a moment, but rushed to Antonio first.

After all, the other father was in the tree. Although it looked bad, at least Lin Jian next to him didn't do anything obviously harmful. This father is different. If three people hit one, what son can bear it?

Evans got on, and Garcia and everyone naturally rushed up to help.

I know I can't beat it, but I still have to fight.

In their eyes, the current Mingguang King is no different from the Ghost Blade King who was surrounded and killed by the Emperor of Heaven's dogs. Since he is not dead yet, of course he can be saved.

People ran away in a swarm, and Erin and a child ran after them, but they couldn't catch up.

"Oh, little Eileen." Jiu smiled and walked in front of her, bent down and held up her little hand, "Come on, stand with brother, it's not safe over there."

Irene wanted to struggle, but when she touched the vulture's eyes, she immediately followed him obediently.

Jiu returned to Xingze and saw that a bunch of people had joined Antonio and it was a complete mess. Xingze still stood there and watched, as if he had no intention of helping, and sneered inexplicably: "Oops. The old man is very bad."

Antonio was fighting angrily with the consciousness of King Mingguang, when the sound of breaking through the air came from behind. He turned around and swept his sword away, knocking Evans' sword away, and kicked the man several meters away.

"What are you doing?" he yelled impatiently.

Who knows? The sword can't be struck by the sword, and Melinir, the popsicle face, is more beautiful than before. Doesn't he, Antonio, have no face?

Lu Xinyuan saw a group of people coming from behind, and quickly changed direction, leaving Melinir alone to face the consciousness of King Mingguang.

"That's my father, what do you think I'm going to do?!" Evans yelled, clutching his stomach. With a wave of his hand, red flames burst out from his palms and went straight to Antonio's face.

This place is already underground no matter how deep it is, so there is no need to worry as much as on the ground.

Antonio, who had just remembered that this was his biological father, was caught off guard and his hair was pulled up by the fire. His face became hot, and he secretly cursed the other party for his lack of martial ethics, and quickly held up the water escape with his hands.

In an instant, a white hemispherical shield blocked him, protecting him tightly.

"Fake! I've been staying in this crappy place for so long, I almost forgot that I can also use supernatural powers." Antonio cursed.

Lu Xinyuan next to him was unlucky.

He was originally standing next to Antonio. When the fire struck Antonio, he wanted to extend his sword to block it, but saw Antonio put up a shield. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he discovered that the shield was not flat, but spherical.

The fire spread along the surface of the ball and burned him directly.

"Oops!" Lu Xinyuan immediately opened the metal shield to block the fire behind him, but the fire on his body had already burned his clothes, and he jumped in panic, "Brother An, help!"

Antonio held the shield with both hands and pushed hard, pushing the entire water escape towards Evans, and then he freed his hand to put out the fire for Lu Xinyuan.

Lu Xinyuan was already covered in holes, his skin was still red and black from the fire, and he was in a very miserable state.

"Anton!" Melinir suddenly shouted.

Antonio turned around and saw that he had already chased King Mingguang's consciousness and ran to the foot of the World Tree, just a stone's throw away from Lin Fan, who had his eyes closed.

His target this time was not his own body, but Lin Fan.

"Open your shield wider to hold them back, and I'll help!" Andingsiao shouted at Lu Xinyuan without looking back, and threw the person on the spot without hesitation. Before Lu Xinyuan had time to cry out in pain, he quickly used his strength to expand the shield to a range of three to four meters, and moved forward, vowing to block everyone in front of him.

His metal power had improved in quality and quantity after the last explosion. The shield was thick and flexible, like a shovel, pushing Evans and others back continuously.

There were men in black nearby who wanted to get around from both sides, but found that as soon as they ran outside the shield, the shield immediately extended, blocking them tightly.

Lu Xinyuan was just proud of his improvement when he saw the protective wall suddenly stopped, as if it was stuck by something. Immediately afterwards, a black shadow emerged from the wall, with a shining golden sword pointed directly at him.

His wall was not very high at the beginning, about two meters. Later, as both sides were extended, the thickness naturally became thinner. Garcia, who is also a gold type and is stronger, was directly blocked to death.

But Lu Xinyuan can't control the wall now, and the sharp sword is already pointing at him. There were many people running out from both sides of the wall that had no more resistance.

He hurriedly dodged, but was unable to parry under Garcia's force. In his anxiety, he saw two people watching the show in the field, and quickly shouted: "碢泽, Jiu, help!"

"Sorry, I have to save my strength to kill my father!" Jiujiu shouted back at him with a smile.

Anyway, it wasn't Lin Jian who called him, so he didn't listen.

Antonio finally helped Merlinil hold the man, but when he turned around, he found that Yunze and the others didn't move at all, and shouted angrily: "Yunze, you old man! What are you waiting for if you don't take action now?"

Yunze then moved, and blocked in front of Lu Xinyuan with a change of shape and shadow. With a wave of his hand, Garcia was pushed several meters away by an irresistible force, and hit his subordinates who were rushing forward from behind.

Lu Xinyuan almost hugged Yunze and cried: "You are so powerful, you should have taken action earlier!"

"Sorry," Yunze said lightly, "I thought you could explode again in the crisis."

Lu Xinyuan choked, and wailed with a bitter face: "This time is different, this time it's a real person!"

Garcia grew up on the battlefield, and the sword skills he practiced from the pile of monsters, whether it is strength or momentum, are not something that Lu Xinyuan, a nobleman who changed his career to kill zombies, can resist.

Yunze stood alone and easily blocked all the pressure that came later.

Lu Xinyuan was watching from behind him in astonishment.

He had always thought that Yunze was an old man who was seriously injured and could not lift anything. Didn't he and Merlinniel follow him this time to protect him? But now, this old man waved his hand lightly and stopped the enemy who he thought was extremely exhausted?

Although I know that he has recovered a lot, isn't this recovery a little too fast?

Especially he really looks like a joke!

Lu Xinyuan burst into tears.

It turns out that he is the weakest, woo woo~

Today, the editor of the new book came to me, and I was quite excited, but the result was not good. The editor said that I might not be able to sign the contract for my new book. Wait until Monday to submit a 2,000-word outline to the editor-in-chief.

Well, actually I am disappointed. The editor wants more conflicts, I can understand. But I have written a lot, it is difficult to change.

Originally, the whole new article was full of conflict and opposition. At that time, I thought that if it was all conflict, it would be too negative if I wanted to win an award, and I would definitely not win it, so I changed the conflict line of the protagonist. But from some angles, it is indeed fun to fight, isn’t it?

Suddenly I understand why some TV dramas have inexplicable plots that make people angry and speechless. They all have a purpose.

Now it’s good, I don’t have to think about winning an award, and I can’t get full attendance, and I may not be able to sign a contract.

In fact, it’s normal. The signing of my mecha was also an accident. If I hadn’t signed a contract, I would have stopped writing it a long time ago.

No matter, just do your best.

Now it’s not easy to change the plot after writing it. It’s quite mysterious. I wanted to write about conflict at first, but because I was worried about the essay competition, I had to change it. When I wrote this part, it was particularly difficult to write because it was not the original plot in my mind. I was always stuck. As a result, I am getting better now, and I say it’s not as good as the original routine. Hahaha, it’s quite dramatic.

I won’t write a new article today. I will take out the outline after writing about mecha. Let's see if it works. If it doesn't, it doesn't matter. I just need to work hard enough. Live up to the time and myself.

I'm still writing the mecha, don't worry, baby, I'll finish what I started, I'm still working hard.