Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

"Two!"

Luo Qisheng rushed over with excitement, and he had to hold Li Yao and Long Yangjun as a life-saving straw. He was a master of Jie Dan. He had long realized that the strength of the two must not be weak, but he did not expect to be strong. This level, especially Li Yao’s shocking shot, almost did not explode the eyes of the Thunder, and his heart was also exploding at the same time!

"Medical soldiers! Medical soldiers!"

Roach wins his beard and blinks, roaring through the mine radio magic weapon, "Where is the medical soldier!"

Under the cover of the stormy fire, a team of white-washed scorpions, with medical silver soldiers holding a few silver-white cans, flew away from each other. First, they stared at Li Yao with worship and awe. Later, he skillfully set up a temporary defensive array next to Li Yao and Long Yangjun, and pointed several vacuum ejectors attached to the back of the jar to the two.

"Hey!"

A large number of pale green gels are sprayed out, and the two people are wrapped tightly. The high-energy nutrients and recovery agents contained in the gel quickly penetrate into the pores of the two people, and travel between the meridians and blood vessels, soothing, Moisturizing.

"Well!"

Li Yao is as comfortable as immersing in the most advanced medical cabin. These jelly-like quirky gels not only have the magical power to repair damaged meridians, but also naturally produce a rebounding force with the gentle swing of their hands and feet. It is like a massage master who serves him, which greatly enhances the efficiency of his digestion and absorption of ancient sacred drugs.

In modern warfare, it is the synergy between the self-cultivator and the ordinary soldiers.

The comprehension is equally powerful on both ends of the attack and defense. As an arrow and a sharp edge, it can be invincible. The shortcoming is that the endurance time is too short to continue output for a long time with high intensity. If you are inadvertently exhausted, you will easily fall into enemy enemies. In the most extreme cases, first-class masters may also be killed by small soldiers.

Ordinary soldiers are just the opposite. Both the attack and the defensive power are relatively weak. However, as long as the number is sufficient to form an echelon attack, the output can be continuously stabilized, and the attack range and direction selection are greatly expanded.

What's more, there is a combat parameter that is basically equal for everyone, that is, the amount of bombs and storage space.

In a combat environment where the vacuum of the universe is not affected by gravity, the amount of bombs, fuel, and spar of all people depends on their enthusiasm, and the memory space of Yuan Ying’s old monsters is limited.

This means that even if a Yuan Ying grotesque is a thousand times more powerful than an ordinary soldier, the ammunition and spar he can carry can hardly exceed the total ammunition and spar of 100 ordinary soldiers.

With more weapons and ammunition, spar supply and a variety of war magic weapons, you can evolve ever-changing and intricate tactics, and even hit the effects of the infancy.

High-ranking monks and ordinary soldiers have their own advantages and disadvantages, and the perfect integration is the key to determining the outcome.

To put it bluntly, the win or loss of modern warfare, at least not involving the star-ship battle of the starship, depends on whether the own soldier can effectively consume the psionic reserves, ammunition, mental power, and endurance time of the enemy master. When the master of the party is greatly consumed by the other party's basic combat parameters, the logistical support of the party is not strong enough, can you give your master's psionic supplement, mental recovery, flesh and blood and cool time!

At this point, Luo Qisheng is doing just right.

Because they have four troops and four troops, as ordinary troops without special titles, the original task on the battlefield is to provide support, medical and fire support for the masters of the trump card.

"It’s slippery, slippery and slippery!"

Every corner of Li Yao’s body is like a bottomless vortex that absorbs the high-energy nutrients in the pale green gel.

The original trembling, sticky "Jelly" quickly became transparent, and even a grayish-brown feeling, peeled off from him and turned into pieces of fine dust.

"Not bad!"

Li Yao smirked and smiled as the octopus rushed to the crystal of the medical soldier. "This is something weird, it tastes good, come again!"

Many medical soldiers were stunned and faced each other. They had also practiced with a number of ace armyers, but they had never seen a master who had swallowed the emergency medical gel so quickly and sucked so cleanly.

Just now this group of gel contains two base recovery agents, enough for a master of the knot to cultivate for two or three hours!

"What are you doing, fast!"

Luo Qisheng can't wait to win the medical spray gun himself, and spray a life-saving straw.

"Hey!"

This time, more than a dozen vacuum medical spray guns simultaneously sprayed Li Yao and wrapped him in a large "Jelly" with a diameter of five or six meters.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Just a round of thrilling fighting, especially the last heart-throbbing one, completely ignited Li Yao’s centuries-old power. At this moment, he did not have an inch, even the mustard battle suit was completely burned by the violent psionic spirit. His body shape is directly exposed to the universe, but he does not care, while madly swallowing the high-energy nutrients in the medical gel, while spraying dead blood and exhaust gas from the pores, forming a series of dense bubbles in the "jelly" At first glance, it’s like boiling around!

Even with a layer of medical gel, and through a cold vacuum, and through a thick crystal, many EFF can still feel the pressure of breathlessness.

It was like a tens of kilometers of super-large warships, slowly slipping from the side, even if you know that the giant ship will not crush yourself, but looking at the hull that can not see the end, it will still People can't help but dry, heartbeat speed!

Around Li Yao, Long Yangjun also absorbed the nutrients in the gel.

She is now a human face, a human woman, naturally can not be as coquettish as Li Yao, although the dismantled crystal shovel is removed, still wearing a milky mustard battle suit, tight super flexible material, will set off the thrilling figure It’s just right.

After absorbing a lot of nutrients, her mustard battle suits, and there are also hidden flames surging, just the damage and fatigue, barely recovered more than half.

Li Yao swept Long Yangjun and quickly observed the battle ahead. He nodded: "The situation is very good. It seems that we don't have to take another shot..."

"you shut up!"

Long Yangjun’s **** chanting rushed over. “Frankly eat yours, don’t talk!”

The female Yi elite female warrior turned her head and passed the transmission of the gods. A serious and successful victory for Roach: "The development of the front battle is very smooth. According to our estimation, Professor Mo Xuan is unlikely to have too much power in his hands. The total number is two or three thousand. The ghost army and these wars should be all his warriors.

"We just smashed most of the ghosts and squads in one breath, and lost the blessings of the Thunder defense. They have been completely suppressed and will soon be surrounded by division!"

"These ghosts and the army have also fought for a long time, so they have been soaked in the medical cabin for so many years, can't hold this long battle!

"The enemy's defense line will soon collapse, and the situation is great!

"Luo Luo, please discuss with the commanders of various units and attack the battle plan after the space station No. 01!"

"Ok……"

Luo Qisheng squinted, the commander's special model of Jingjing has a special oversized helmet. The ultra-high scanning precision crystal eye helps him to instantly analyze the current situation: "Indeed, if there is no variable, we can attack within half an hour. Enter space station number 01!"

The voice has not fallen, and the change has suddenly occurred!

From the airtight gates that spouted from the cosmic mines and more ghosts, suddenly thousands of black iron **** flew out!

These big iron **** are like the most suitable meteor hammers used by the monks in the ancient times. The surface is covered with dense thorns, and between the thorns, there are countless metal long whip that is as flexible as a tentacle. At first glance, it is like some kind of weird bacteria, the effect after magnifying hundreds of millions of times!

“Helping you!”

Between all the big iron balls, there is a blue arc, but it is not used to attack, but a powerful spiritual magnetic field is formed, which will be firmly pulled together and gradually form a diameter of 100 meters. Great sphere!

This kind of technology that relies on the power of the magnetism to pull each other is similar to the magneto-magnetic hanging technique used in the God of War suit. It can be divided and combined, flexible and flexible.

However, this time, the giant sphere of hundreds of meters, after a slight creep, turned into a giant image of a group, and slowly stretched out the limbs, "sit" from the star, cold-eyed to see the opposite of the federation military!

The big iron ball that is full of spurs is its "muscle" and "skeleton", and the spiritual magnetic field that swims fast between the big iron **** is its nerves, blood vessels and tendons. When this giant When it is completely straight up, the waist is actually more than two hundred meters high!

"Roar!"

The giant's "face" is made up of large iron balls. The gap between the iron **** burns with the invincible blue flame. It is like a living cosmic creature, grinning and screaming at the EFF.

The sound could not be heard in the vacuum, but everyone "sees" its squeaking sound. It is a circle of blue and blue ring cymbals. It sweeps like a shock wave. When it goes, everything is affected. The EFF, all like drunkenness!

It is a very strong mental attack!

Li Yao's eyes bulged, staring at the big monster of more than two hundred meters high for a long time, and slowly turned to look at Long Yangjun.

Long Yangjun blushed very rarely, and the blue veins on the temple jumped for a long time, biting his teeth: "I said, I am responsible!" (To be continued.)