Many debris of the building floated in the air, and the fighter's body also floated slightly weightless.

However, the thrust of the Onimusan mecha no longer touches the ground, so the impact is minimal, and the speed is actually faster.

The green energy was so rich that it formed a gray turbid current, pulling the ubiquitous gravity and converging on Guan Luoyang's palm.

He raised his eyebrows, facing the tip of the spiral knife that had arrived in front of him, and struck out with this palm strike.

Daoqi knife techniques are often characterized by sharpness.

And the characteristic of sharpness is often inseparable from "thin".

Thinner things are sharper.

But Guan Luoyang's chop was the opposite. It made people feel nothing fresh and sharp at all, only the incomparable "thickness" and "heavyness".

After pressing it with a palm, the spirally rotating high-heat mecha sword was not cut open, but crushed.

The shocking gray wind broke away from Guan Luoyang's hand and crushed forward.

The speed of this gloomy sword energy naturally far exceeded thirty meters per second, triggering the mysterious effect of Holzmann's shield.

The energy field that should have been invisible to the naked eye emerged under the huge pressure, like a thin film built along the outline of the mecha's body, with a distance of one meter between it and the surface of the mecha.

But now this film is emitting extremely unstable light.

The energy field shield of the Holtzmann effect has a certain probability of triggering a fusion reaction at the subatomic level when encountering a pure energy attack, causing the attacker to suffer a nuclear counterattack.

However, the sword energy of Guan Luoyang's sword was formed by robbing gravity. The essence of gravity is gravity that can interfere with the microscopic level.

The preconditions for the fusion reaction were disrupted, and the energy field suddenly became silent and was broken by the wind of darkness.

Balot, who was in the cockpit, saw in a trance that the night sky was pressing down, and then he fell into permanent darkness. The entire Onimushin mecha was greatly compressed and deformed, and then was distorted by the gravitational force.

The field is torn apart.

Wherever the gray wind passes, the wreckage of the building and the dust on the ground all suffer the same fate. First, fragments of matter float up, gather into larger groups, and then are torn into smaller pieces.

The swirling dust waves, like a curtain that rises and falls one after another, traverse the neighborhood.

Eight hundred meters in front of Guan Luoyang, leading straight to the coast, all obstacles turned into floating fragments like this, and there were also balls of water floating in the air on the sea surface.

He lowered his palms, and many pieces of broken concrete fell, and the seawater scattered and returned to the sea.

Some of the surrounding fighters were looking at his side, some were looking at his back, but no one could be in front of him. Everything was silent and silent.

Everyone was silent for a few seconds, and like frightened cubs in the mountains, they jumped up, ran around, and quickly dispersed.

After all, this is just one of the thirty-six bases.

No one wants to be an enemy of that kind of person just for a place like this.

Guan Luoyang walked towards the underground base, suddenly felt something, and turned around to look.

On a tall building about six miles away, a dazzling golden beam of light scattered and penetrated the tall building horizontally.

Before the golden light dissipated, another ice-white air flow swept up from the damaged stairs, thunder raged, and lightning danced in the cold air.

………………

When the first base was discovered by the former governor, the red light shot straight into the night sky, projecting a large light red round spot on the night clouds.

The building where Irving was located received several uninvited guests.

The dark floor was alerted by the flickering light of the flashlight and the chaotic sound of gunfire. The guard on the ground floor pulled the trigger on the three figures who came to visit without asking any questions.

When the bullets slid past both sides, the air flow disturbed Fang Ping's hair that covered his eyes, revealing the cold eyes underneath.

Di Shaolong, who was standing beside him, took a step back to allow him to draw the sword more calmly.

When Fang Ping's inseparable sword was unsheathed, no one saw the body of the sword. What was reflected in everyone's eyes was just a desolate blue round light.

Whether it was the flash of flame from the muzzle or the light of the flashlight, they all seemed insignificant under this blue light, and an unforgettable desertion swept over the hall.

The hazy deep blue full moon rose slowly, and the moment it touched the ceiling, it shattered like a dream and disappeared without a trace.

bass!

The curved sword has been returned to its sheath, as if it has hooked the souls of all the gunmen on this floor and put them back into the sheath.

A red dividing line was drawn from their foreheads on everyone's bodies, and they fell down one after another.

Di Shaolong shook his head and said: "Fang Ping, you go up, I'll go down, Xiaorou, you stay here."

The girl with silver-gray hair nodded, and a long and narrow crack appeared on the ceiling. Fang Ping's figure had penetrated through it, tracing upwards layer by layer.

Di Shaolong shouted at the crack: "Be careful, don't be impatient, and be careful not to be attacked by surprise."

Say it, Di Shaolong walked to the elevator first.

The elevator door, which was not powered, did not respond to the arrival of the guests. He reached out and inserted his hand between the door cracks, pulled back with his two palms, and tore off the elevator door.

The elevator did not stop at this floor. There was a hollow and dark elevator passage behind the door. Di Shaolong looked around and jumped directly.

It must be said that although Fang Ping was taciturn, his efficiency was indeed high enough. He went up one level at a time, and anyone who attacked him was cut into two by the melancholy light of the sword.

When the blackout floor was originally built, it was divided into countless work areas. No matter how good a swordsman is, it is very troublesome to distinguish who is the target from the sounds of footsteps and breathing.

But after dead bodies were everywhere and the sound of breathing disappeared on the entire floor, it was easy to confirm that the target should not be here.

——If Owen can be killed so easily, then he is not a target, just a dead person.

Of course Irving is not dead. He is sitting on the soft and warm red carpet on the highest floor, watching a fighting video.

The lights in the lobby on the floor were not turned on, and only the faint light from a few computer screens illuminated his short-sleeved shirt and beach shorts that hung down to his knees.

The brief sound of fighting coming from downstairs was mixed with the video volume. Owen listened carefully for a while to make sure that it was not Guan Luoyang or Shenwu Maha.

A man with a knife.

There shouldn't be a single swordsman like this in the Violet State.

In Owen's impression, there is no good knife that can kill people from the bottom to this level so quickly.

Poof!!!

The blue light disappeared in a flash.

The floor cracked, and the red carpet covered the entire hall. Along with the concrete partitions, the concrete in the center of the crack was crushed by the knife, turning the long and narrow crack into an approximate diamond shape.

Fang Ping's figure jumped out of the diamond shape, stood on the edge of the gap, and turned to meet Owen's eyes.

"well!"

Owen let out an imperceptible sigh, missing his odd number of troops again. If those few people were still there, at least it would not be so easy for the enemy to kill him, the big boss.

If you don't have strong enough subordinates to back you up, and you have to personally fight any character you encounter, you won't have the style you should have as a protagonist.

"Foreign guests, I don't think I have ever dealt with people like you. If you are just searching for the fruit of the gene tree, you should go underground. What do you mean by fighting all the way up?"

Fang Ping glanced up and down, comparing the young man in front of him with the photo data Brad showed them. Although the age difference was a bit big, the physical appearance was consistent.

"Are you Owen?"

He said, "We received a report from Brad, the current governor of Violet State, that what you have done has seriously violated international regulations and caused extremely bad effects. You will be arrested by the executive officers of the East China Sea Branch of the Red Star War Beast. If

Anyone who resists will be killed on the spot."

Owen was surprised at first and said: "Brad?"

This guy has the guts to betray me and take the initiative to find outsiders to intervene?

Even if he really had this intention, these people wouldn't have come so quickly.

In a flash of thought, Owen had guessed what was going on, and said with a smile: "Are you here for Brad, or are you here for the Shenwu family? I heard that back then, most of the Shenwu family's industry was seized by the Red Star War Beast.

Those who were deported, after so many years, Shenwu Guiyi or someone else, has attracted your attention again?"

In just a few seconds, he was able to guess the real situation. This ability of observation, association and deliberation made him worthy of being a self-made man who has accumulated so much wealth.

But Fang Ping had seen this kind of people a lot, and he showed no emotion on his face. He still said coldly: "I will be lenient if you confess. If you are willing to actively cooperate and tell more about the conspirators, it will be beneficial to you."

It’s beneficial.”

"Hahahahaha, coincidentally, I don't like the word wide."

Owen laughed and said, "A wide road means that too many people have walked on it, which means vulgarity, ordinaryness, and triviality. But those narrow and harsh paths often mean that three hundred percent,

Even ten times or a hundred times the profit.”

"Thousands of mountains and ravines are dangerous, and there are many steep cliffs on the ladder to heaven that will lead to a dead end if you fail."

Fang Ping held the handle of the knife, and a desolate atmosphere suddenly enveloped the place, with cold wind and bitter rain, as hazy as death.

Objectively speaking, in the lobby on this floor, there is still no haze of mist and rain, no cold moon and cold wind, only the light of the computer screen and the dry air environment.

However, Owen's body surface had a real moist feeling, and his nose seemed to smell the cold smell that only occurs when it rains for too long.

He did not reject the discrepancy between senses and reality. Instead, he took a deep breath and looked at Fang Ping expectantly.

Looking forward to seeing Fang Ping’s knife with my own eyes.

Fang Ping just grabbed the handle of the knife and stared at the opposite side. The color of his pupils became darker and darker, giving people the feeling that his eyes had expanded to occupy the whites of his eyes.

"Aren't you going to use the knife?"
To be continued...