Blue and White Society

  Chapter 341 Survived

  Watching the big bang, Mo Poor dived desperately to the bottom of the sea.

  The sea is only ten meters deep. He leaned against the mud on the bottom of the sea and looked back.

  Seeing that the bomb blasted open the cabin and blew up the hull, the fishing boat where Lego was on went directly into the sky, and was blasted into countless fragments and wreckage into the seabed.

  The steel ship boards were instantly shattered, and the diesel fuel spread rapidly in the sea, turning into a sea of ​​flames.

  At the same time, the surrounding ships were all bombed. The continuous bombing was spectacular. Mo Poor lay on the bottom of the sea as if watching the stars. The countless iron fragments were meteor showers.

  At this time, Lord Gou asked him about his safety, and Mo Poor opened his eagle eyes to respond, preparing to seriously avoid the impact of the next wreckage, but unexpectedly he saw an ominous figure.

Lego! Just on the seabed not far from him.

   "When did you come down?" Mo Poor was taken aback, his mouth was bubbling, and there was some air but no air.

   This guy seemed to jump off the boat right behind him. Although he had extensive burns on his body, even half of his body was **** and bloody, he didn't die.

  He kept sinking in the sea, and saw Mo Poor stretching out his hand to him with hopeful eyes.

  Mo Qiong said in his heart, what are you still struggling with? Wouldn't it be nice to die honestly? What kind of boat do you want to learn from me?

   Obviously this guy had a calm face before, and even asked him for candy, as if he was mentally prepared to face death calmly.

   Who knew that as soon as he walked forward, this guy was still the same as himself, jumping into the sea in fright.

  There is a great horror between life and death, he knew that he would definitely die, but at that moment he just wanted to live a little longer.

   It's good now, this half-dead suffocation in the sea, I don't know what kind of impact I will suffer.

   "Pfft!"

  An iron railing broke through the sea water, and was driven by the shock wave and directly inserted into the Lego vest. His whole body was like a blood cell, infecting a large area of ​​sea water.

  Mo Poor didn't care about him, he opened his eagle eyes and dodged countless wrecks that sank into the sea.

  Looking at Mo Qiong on the bottom of the sea like a fish in water, Lego, tortured by the stuffiness and water pressure, is like a fish drying up on the shore, desperately struggling to the brink of death.

   Right at this moment, a stream of spiraling water rushed towards them not far away, engulfing the two of them together.

   "Tornado?" Mo Qiong secretly sighed that the tornado was still formed, but Lego couldn't live long.

  He doesn't care much, and now he only needs to think about living.

  While Mo Poor was being rolled up, he caught a wreckage of the deck and threw it into the distance.

  I want to drag myself out of the envelope of the tornado in the form of fighting with swords.

   On the other hand, Lego was miserable. He ascended to the sky involuntarily. The moment he was involved, he soared upwards and rushed out of the sea with a cloud of blood mist.

  The sea is raging flames, and the ultra-high temperature steam is enough to scald people.

  Lego let out a mournful wail, and his broken body, like a piece of meat in a hot pot, suddenly changed color and shrank together.

  Half of the cruise ship suddenly flew over from the other side, like a giant hammer swung in the air, and slammed on him.

   No plasma, just black lumps sticking to it.

  A flash of lightning strikes, and those sticky objects emit a strong white light, turning into a wisp of blue smoke, which drifts away with the wind.

  The half of the cruise ship also disintegrated again. Under the dismemberment of the two huge tornadoes, it became a more fragmented iron frame and disappeared without a trace in the tornado.

   "Boom!" The thunder didn't come until LEGO's bones fell to ashes.

   "Finally failed. Explosion impact, sharp object penetration, whirlwind tearing, steam shabu-shabu, cruise ship impact, lightning vaporization... no wonder there is no bullet at all."

   Seeing Lego's dead body with his own eyes, Mo Poor was relieved.

   As expected, the interference of the design book has come to an end.

  However, this violent double-headed tornado did not stop.

   It is still raging on this sea. Even though it is so violent, the flames have not been completely extinguished, and they are still burning in the wind and in the sea in pieces.

   Such a big scene doesn’t just stop. The Accidental Design Book doesn't immediately end the disaster just because the target dies.

   This is not in its control, it only creates accidents, the target dies, it just won’t continue to create accidents.

  Follow-up, when this situation will disappear, the universe will naturally decide on its own, and the design book has been closed.

   Fortunately, it is quite far away from the coastline here. Affected by the rising heat of the sea of ​​fire, although the tornado accelerates to form, it also accelerates to disappear, and the duration will be very short.

  But no matter how short it is, it doesn’t disappear all at once.

  Nature has been irritated, and the double-headed tornado is blooming its last strength before it dissipates! And the only person within its range of anger is Mo Poor...

  Under such a natural disaster, there is no reason, no identity, and no mercy.

  Even if it is the emperor Lao Tzu, he also said that he would die when he died.

  Mo Poor relied on his sword to defend him, and he was about to pull himself out of the range of the tornado.

  But the power of the tornado is not necessarily its center, but the countless sundries in the outer circle.

  The tornado destroyed the fleet and stirred up countless steel fragments, each of which was a murderous weapon.

   "It's stabbed!" A steel plate quickly brushed across Mo Poor's chest, tearing off a piece of flesh and blood in an instant. The wound was deep enough to show the bone, which naturally broke his aura.

   "Cuckoo..."

   Mo Poor's chest was bubbling wildly, and countless frozen air gushed out from it, forming tiny ice cones and radial ice flowers under the violent sea tornado.

  These ice cones and ice flowers follow the direction of the spiral, and form a glaciers like white ribbons.

   "Pfft!"

   Mo Poor felt the sharp pain of his body being pulled, clenched his teeth, and refused to let go. Seeing that he was about to leave the range of the vortex, he didn't expect another half of the propeller blade to hit him from behind.

  He snorted, and a large piece of ice bubbles spewed out from behind him.

   Fortunately, he had a second injection not long ago, and he was in an extremely excited explosive state, but this state will not last long, and he must get out of the tornado as soon as possible.

  But there are too many sundries dancing with the tornado, and each one is as threatening as a bullet under the powerful potential energy.

  Mo Poor's body was scratched and bruised all over, and every time he was injured, he tried his best to gather the prestige and force the blood into his body.

   Ten seconds later, a refrigerator formed around him, and the frozen seawater wrapped him tightly, turning into a protective cover instead.

  A pure air outfit has average defensive power and cannot withstand bullet-level impacts. However, after mixing ice cubes and some iron bumps, the effect is surprisingly good.

  He bled dozens of milliliters of blood, which froze nearly a ton of seawater around him.

  Mixed steel plates, iron railings, half boilers, a hatch...

   It actually turned into an iron wall, wrapping itself up like a coffin.

  Finally, there was no further injury.

  Mo Poor used the deck to move, and then hid himself in the ice frame, keeping away from the tornado, and finally fell exhausted to the bottom of the sea a hundred meters away.

  He is almost out of strength, he can hardly pinch anything, he has lost too much blood, he received two injections in a row, and now he will go into shock as soon as the effect of the medicine wears off.

   At the last moment, while the effect of the medicine was still there, I dug a hole in the soft mud and lay down in it.

  Countless wreckage and ice **** covered him, burying him on the seabed.

   This is his last self-protection measure. If it were someone else, it would be suicide, but he is different.

  Lying in the sea is no different from lying on the shore. The problems of water pressure and suffocation do not exist.

  The only thing that hurt him was hypothermia. Being so weak, his body temperature was rapidly losing, and he soon passed out with his eyes wide open.

   I don't know how long it took, but when he was dying, he felt that a small hand had dug himself out.

  That delicate little hand is extremely strong, pulling him up to float.

  Mo Poor struggled weakly, barely opened his eyes, only glimpsed a vague figure, like a kindergarten child.

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   p.s: Sorry. Children don't sleep at night, and adults can't sleep either. During this time, I always get stuck at night, because I wake up too late. There is still a chapter that can't be finished before twelve o'clock, let's watch it at three o'clock tomorrow.

  (end of this chapter)