Steel Steam and Flame

The material is dark, and only a little cold light is reflected under the pneumatic weapon, which is slightly different from all metals that have been seen now. "WwΩW. LieWen. Cc

The wind that rushed to take the past is now blowing past the man, overwhelming a weed that has started to wither without energy. Under the two appropriately sized dark lenses on that fully-wrapped mask, there are a pair of dimly colored eyes that turn from red to black. Now they are slightly closed, and in a flash, the shadow of the lamppost that is flying over has been captured. .

Immediately, the general pneumatic weapon burning in his hand synchronized with the message from the eyes, and when he lifted it, he slashed in front of him. A cluster of firelight gleamed into the sky like a big tree in front of him, and the complete lamp post was also broken by pneumatic weapons from the middle. The high temperature kept their incisions still orange-red, just like this, from the man’s side, until the beginning. In the end, neither the man’s clothes were touched. Then the two halves of the lamp post hit the ground, and they rolled up a few meters long, and lifted the fresh mud of the canopy into the air. Finally, they hit the chair on the side of the stone road with great difficulty, and then stopped.

The sparks that were rubbed against the man's eyes quickly cooled and disappeared in the air. The Himiya who rushed over had already jumped into the air, and her feet in high heels pressed against the man's head.

The orange-red blade stood in front of the man's head, and it collided with the slender heel of Shimia's high heels accurately. The violent "chichi" rubbing sound caused a large canopy of sparks to flow from where the blade and the heel were in contact. But it's not that the materials on the shoes of Himia are being worn out, but the rows of fine and sharp gears fixed on the pneumatic weapons with shafts are being quickly polished and consumed.

Himia's attack with this kick was very powerful. The man holding the handle of the knife with both hands only temporarily blocked it. The still burning knife body only paused in midair for less than half a second before being completely pressed to the ground.

The ground was about to explode, and a large sinking pit suddenly appeared. The power of this foot was transmitted to the surroundings. The air exploded and the street lights not far away began to shake. The man's hands couldn't avoid it, and along with the handle of the knife, most of it was pressed into the soil. His body arched at this moment, almost bent.

Himia raised the other foot, trying to give the man a fatal blow. But at the same time, huge power came from under her feet. Even though the blade was stabilized by her, the man's power seemed to be much greater than she had estimated.

The red-hot blade was lifted from the mud by the man, and Simia had to give up the attack, and his body jumped, accompanied by a clear "tick" sound, and landed steadily on the stone-paved path.

"Are you all so courageous now? Or staying in the extreme climate shrouded area for too long, the radio can't be connected, don't you even know the basic situation of the empire now to pay attention?" Ximeya said he felt comfortable. Standing in the same posture, looking down at the man standing in the middle of the big pit, he took a deep and calm breath before uttering his question, "Or do you think you can leave safely after coming here for a lot of trouble?"

"At this point, do some things need to be explained?" The man's voice was dull, with unnatural accents. In the next moment, the sound has not completely diffused to the surroundings, and he standing there becomes a shadow, merging into the air again.

Himia suddenly snorted and her eyes became sharp. When there was an abnormal movement on the left side of her body, her feet naturally turned an arc on the ground, and once again collided with the pneumatic weapon that had returned to dark red.

The man's strength is obviously much greater than before, and Simia has become very strenuous now whether it is attacking or defending. The knife technique is not surprising, and the standard is quite satisfactory. And it’s been a while since the fight, and Simia can now basically determine that the level of surgery is roughly the same level as himself. It's hard to say what advantages a man has, but there are no obvious disadvantages. Except for the explosion of strength and power, and possibly because of years of training accumulation, Hemia has the advantage that he can't catch up. Others are at the same level as Simia, and some places are slightly inferior.

It's hard to wrap around, Ximia felt helpless in the air heated by the air weapons around him. From time to time, I looked at the management building of the military school, but still no one came over. There really was a problem there.

The figures of the two were completely mixed at this moment, and their bodies were hitting the air every moment. The sound of pneumatic weapons and heels colliding with each other was like rolling waves, and the students in the military school sleeping in the surrounding dormitories were all awakened. At this moment, there was a row of people standing in the corridor, their eyes full of doubts looking at the brilliant sparks that would burst out from time to time below, and the ground after being bombarded by artillery shells.

The turf was carried in the air by the extremely fast running of the two, and the gravel road also cracked.

Pneumatic weapons are really annoying. Himia and the man moved a distance away. As soon as he stopped, he reached out and grabbed the street lamp on the side. There was a flashing purple silhouette on his foot. The street lamp post was broken, showing clear and smooth cutting marks. The circuit line was still flashing light blue electric light.

The cumbersome street lamp post was used as an ordinary iron rod in Himia's hands. It swept across the white fan-shaped shadow and the sharp whistling sound of rubbing air, otherwise there would be no weight on it. The street lamps several meters long were cut off one by one under the man's pneumatic weapon and scattered around his body.

When the two stopped their moving bodies ~www.readwn.com~ and looked at each other again, the streetlight that Simia was holding was less than two meters in length.

"When you come, you should be prepared..." the man laughed, a bit like the shrill cry of apes in the mountains.

Hemia didn't want to talk any more, and he struck the lamp post with a diameter of 20 or 30 centimeters in his hand again, and slammed the man's chest directly with the appearance of a spear.

All the attacks were flexibly avoided by the men, and the strengths were not much different, and neither of them could do anything about it, at least for a short time.

"Boom,,,"

At the same moment, there was finally movement from the management building in the distance. A figure broke through the strengthened glass from the middle of dozens of high-rise buildings, and then fell heavily to the ground, landing on a small concrete plaza and stairs in front of the management building.

The large gray concrete block cracked and raised, and the thick steel bars buried in it to increase the strength were also broken, raising sharp corners. Steam came out of the dense cracks. When the steel-like human figure fell on the ground, it went deep into the ground with a huge impact, squeezing the buried copper steam pipe to remove the gap.