Planetary Museum

Wu Xiaoqing lowered his head, but just after operating the phone, when he raised his head, he saw a white lightning flash in front of his eyes, and then he heard a loud sound of metal collision, and when he reacted again, Yan Xiu's White Flood Sword had already Together with the shield, it was firmly attached to the wall in the cave.Because of the excessive strength, the sword and shield were deeply embedded in the soil in the wall. It can be seen that the White Flood Dragon Sword itself is still continuing to exert its power. Although the blade has been embedded in the wall, it is still slightly vibrating. Like a snake that is bitten but unwilling to resist.Just because of the huge suction force of the black iron shield, every minute of this movement is extraordinarily heavy.

"Wu Xiaoqing, hurry up!"

Before this, the search and rescue team had explained to him that during the entire battle, Wu Xiaoqing also knew that the present few seconds were the most critical seconds of the entire battle.Yan Xiu's sword has come over, and the opponent's sword is also moving towards Yan Xiu. Yan Xiu's sword can reach it with a greater acceleration by relying on the spirit stone, but if Wu Xiaoqing can't grasp this opportunity, then within a few seconds After that, at most ten seconds later, the enemy's sword would also find Yan Xiu.

It was a mutual decapitation.

The speed of the flying carpet has been raised to the extreme, Wu Xiaoqing only saw the distance between the opponent and himself, which was approaching rapidly.

He picked up the pistol and aimed at the opponent.

The other party opened his eyes and looked at the black muzzle of the gun in Wu Xiaoqing's hand, with a look of horror and weirdness on his face.As an "immortal" with first-class ability to catch sight, the three shots Wu Xiaoqing fired just now made him understand that the pistol in Wu Xiaoqing's hand is a magic weapon that fires high-speed projectiles.Although he couldn't feel the spiritual power in it, he just saw the energy contained in those three small metal pieces with his own eyes.

In desperation, he exerted force against the wall behind him, and with this force, he flew directly towards his shield. The experience of the three shots just now made him realize that even though he could not Get back the shield, but the spiritual power in the shield can distort the path of the opponent's projectile.

Only when he had just completed this action, Wu Xiaoqing shot.

Wu Xiaoqing's shooting frequency was very fast, almost one shot after another without any interruption, and he fired the 12 bullets in the magazine as quickly as possible.

As for the immortal's reaction, he could clearly see every bullet fired and their trajectory.

If his flying sword is still in his hand, he can control the flying sword, easily treat these projectiles as badmintons, and hit them back one by one; if his shield is still in front of him, as long as he injects some spiritual power, these projectiles will Suck it easily, just like the three before.

But now, he has nothing but two hands.

He could only raise his hand subconsciously, he quickly grabbed the first bullet with his left hand, and the second bullet with his right hand, but the third bullet had already reached his chest, and he had to try hard to rotate his body, Hope to avoid him.But after that, the fourth, fifth... No. 12 method, like a net, completely enveloped him in the barrage.

The bullet penetrated easily into his body, as if it had hit an artery in the heart, and the blood inside gushed out like a fountain.The blood quickly dispersed in the air, and soon formed a cloud of blood mist, covering his whole body in it.

The blood mist made Wu Xiaoqing unable to see the appearance of the people in it. He didn't know if the other party had lost their combat effectiveness, and he also didn't know how these flying people reacted to the gunshot wounds-this kind of blood loss must be very serious for the people on earth. Dead end, but what about flying people?

Wu Xiaoqing calmly followed the command of the search and rescue team, took out the magazine again, and loaded it.until the second lighting.

After replacing the third magazine, he dared to approach the red area cautiously.

In a zero-gravity environment, due to the rapid blood loss, the reaction force formed after the blood is sprayed out will push the whole person in the opposite direction, little by little.When Wu Xiaoqing entered the fog, this was what he saw—the whole corpse was moving along the wall little by little, as if this person was not dead yet, and was struggling to crawl to survive.

After confirming that the other party was dead and had no ability to resist, the search and rescue team called Yan Xiu through the radio: "Yan Xiu, are you okay?"

"No...it's okay, he's dead?" In the voice of the radio, Yan Xiu's words sounded rather hurried.

"died."

"Where are you?"

"On the edge of your sword."

"I'm coming, be careful."

Yan Xiu put down the "talking tube" in his hand, and looked at the sword that was pointing straight at him just a few thousand meters away in front of him, and felt as if he had been reborn once in a short while.Just now, the moment he saw the sword coming towards him, Yan Xiu had almost given up any thought of resistance - he was used to this kind of death.In the experience of all cultivators, the scene of facing the attack of the flying sword before dying is almost the common memory of everyone.

But just when he closed his eyes and waited for the sword to continue to come, he found that the sword had deviated from the direction. He lightly flashed the sword, saw the sword in front of him, turned around with difficulty, and faced himself again. ——This made him realize that the situation seemed to be turning around.

Generally speaking, in this kind of life-and-death confrontation, it takes an instant for the cultivator to control the speed of the sword. It has always been as fast as a sword, but there is never a reason to slow down.If it slows down, it often means that there is a problem with the cultivator's own spiritual sense, usually because the attention is forced to be distracted-and in a duel, being forced to distract, this is usually a sign of being about to lose.

Yan Xiu knew that his White Flood Sword had failed, and naturally only Wu Xiaoqing and Mr. Wu could make the opponent fall into such a situation.

However, until he heard Wu Xiaoqing's message that the other party was dead, he couldn't figure out how Wu Xiaoqing, a mere mortal, could hurt the other party.Yan Xiu clearly remembered that Wu Xiaoqing had no weapons in his body, let alone weapons. Even if the opponent lost the protection of the black iron shield, Wu Xiaoqing had nothing but punches and kicks.

In the battle just now, most of the spiritual power of the spiritual stone that Yan Xiu carried with him has been used up, and the energy stored in his body is even more empty, and he has no energy to fly.Yan Xiu had to rest for a while, and set off again after recovering some spiritual energy.But they found that the surroundings were already full of people at this moment. They all showed horror when they saw Yan Xiu's collapsed appearance. Looking at the spirit stone in Yan Xiu's left hand, it was already dim, and there was no flying sword by his side. Everyone knew that Yan Xiu had won the battle.

"It's really not to be underestimated!" It's not difficult for Yan Xiu to hear someone envious in the crowd, "A mere ten years of cultivation can break through the black iron shield. It seems that the Nine Heavens Gate is not useless."

"I'm afraid there is something strange about it. The disciples of Jiutianmen have always only hid on Jiutian Island, hiding their heads and keeping their heads down, trying to stay safe. The spiritual energy there is thin, and no one has been born for hundreds of years, but relying on Jiutian illusion Mirror, just trying to protect myself. Now in this battle, in my opinion, the key is not in words and cultivation, but in that mortal."

"Oh? How can you see it?"

"It was only then that everyone heard a series of noises from the southeast direction, the sound was like a thunderbolt, and it must be a new magic weapon. That is really the location of the Lord of the Black Iron Shield."

"Oh, Brother Dao, can you also know this?"

"Of course? When it comes to spiritual tracking, I rank second, and no one here dares to rank first."

When Yan Xiu passed the crowd, the crowd made way for him again.This time, the blank area around Yanxiu was obviously bigger than last time in Wanling Island.Now that the battle has been won, the black iron shield will naturally belong to Yan Xiu, plus the spirit stone in Yan Xiu's hand...

"This spiritual test conference, there is something to watch."

When Yan Xiu saw Mr. Wu, he found that he was carefully observing the corpse.After Yan Xiu walked in, Wu Xiaoqing turned to him and said, "Maybe you use this black iron shield?"

Yan Xiu took the shield, swept his mind lightly, and shook his head slowly: "I'm afraid I can't, this weapon has already recognized its owner, so I can only sell it."

"Recognize the Lord?" Wu Xiaoqing said with some disappointment, "Then who will buy it if you sell it? Isn't it a piece of scrap iron?"

"The nine factions in the forbidden area, they have the method of recasting magic weapons."

Wu Xiaoqing looked at Yan Xiu again: "What about his sword? Why didn't you bring it?"

Yan Xiu shook his head: "Flying swords are the same. When a person dies, the sword falls. The dead sword is ominous. If you take it rashly, you don't know when it will be backlashed by it."

When Wu Xiaoqing turned his head again and looked at the corpse seriously, Yan Xiu leaned over and saw the dead appearance of the owner of the black iron shield.

At this moment, all the clothes on his body have been stripped off, his whole body is naked, and his appearance is very indecent.But the condition of the corpse is clearly visible, there is no sword wound, no bruise, but there are some thin and small openings all over the body, as if pierced by a sharp awl-like weapon.Some blood is slowly flowing out from the middle, forming small liquid balls in the air.Soon after these small balls formed, they dried up into a small piece of coagulated blood scab——in the air in front of you, there is this large piece of blood scab, which hovers with the wind like dust, like a red cloud, flooding the entire cave. Full of blood.

"Is he so dead?" Yan Xiu looked at Wu Xiaoqing again, but he had never seen a weapon like an awl.

Wu Xiaoqing showed him the gun, and then showed him the bullet: "This is the weapon in our world."

Only then did Yan Xiu recall that among the illusory characters he saw in the illusion, one of them was holding this weapon.It's just that he didn't understand why this small piece of iron could scare Wu Xiaoqing at that time - but now, looking at the old man holding the shield in front of him, he understood.

"It's really ingenious." Yan Xiu used his spiritual sense to scan it, and he could naturally see that the mechanism in this small piece of iron was completely beyond his imagination.

"It's nothing, this electromagnet is it," Wu Xiaoqing picked up the black iron shield and said to Yan Xiu, "You actually use it as a shield? It's too reckless."