Lu Lincheng quietly advanced slowly around the rubble, and the Beretta in his hand was quickly reloaded with ammunition in the process.
The surroundings were quiet and there was no sound at all. Not to mention the sound of footsteps, even Lulincheng's own breathing was suppressed to the point of silence.
He pressed his body against a corner of the broken stone and pressed his ear against the broken stone to listen for the sound.
Five seconds later, not a single sound came from the silent space.
When Lu Lincheng was sure that there was no sound ahead, he carefully stepped forward with his back to the gravel wall. His movements were very light, like a long-legged spider floating on the water.
What Lu Lincheng didn't know was that on the other side of the gravel, which was less than one meter away, Ling also put his body close to the gravel next to him.
Unlike Lu Lincheng's breath, which was so weak that it could not be heard, Zero was not breathing at all. Her pair of thick snow boots stepped on the rocks on the floor, just like snowflakes falling on the rocks. It cannot be said that there was no sound.
There was no sound from the previous one.
Zero is holding an ordinary dagger in his hand. From the outside, this dagger does not look much different from the fruit knife in a convenience store or supermarket.
But she was held here by Zero's small hands, and its value also rose instantly. The blue mist reflected around it slowly flowed on the side of the dagger like running water, appearing like a ghost with Zero's light footsteps, and then
Disappear like a ghost.
It's like an aurora flying across the sky, with a terrifying power in its charisma.
Zero's footsteps finally stopped at the corner ahead, and the thick mist formed a gauze-like shape.
Although she didn't feel anything, due to her keen intuition of danger, she inexplicably sensed that an unknown force was slowly coming.
During the second of her hesitation, a black figure moved slowly against the gravel like a worm,
Then he appeared in front of her in a strange posture.
Lu Lincheng and Ling looked at each other almost face to face, their taller figures looking at each other in the blue mist.
The next second, the quiet air exploded like an explosion.
Zero almost without any hesitation jumped sideways into the surrounding dense fog, using his flexible figure to avoid Lu Lincheng's front sight. The next second, he was like a ball being ejected from the side towards Lu Lin at an extremely fast speed.
Lincheng launched an attack.
Lu Lincheng also didn't hesitate at all. The moment the opponent's figure entered the thick fog, his golden eyes caught the figure of Zero in front of him. He instinctively raised the Beretta pistol in his hand and pulled the trigger with his index finger.
The sound of explosion resounded, and the gushing fire clearly carved out Zero's white, frost-like face.
The battle between the two people entered a fierce stage almost instantly. The moment the bullet was fired from the muzzle of Lulincheng's hand,
The hand that was holding Beretta loosened smoothly, and as the pistol tore through the fog in the air below, Lulincheng's right hand drew out the black straight knife at the waist behind him at an extremely fast speed.
On the side, the dagger in Ling's hand stabbed Lulincheng's chest fiercely like the fangs of a beast.
A forty-three-yard big foot landed heavily on Ling's advancing chest. The petite figure was stunned. Zero rolled at an extremely fast speed to release its force, and the figure rushed towards Lulin City from the side again.
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Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lu Lincheng had already pulled out the straight knife from his waist. Without any bookish hesitation, Lu Lincheng bared his fangs towards Ling who was opposite him like a cold lion.
Intense red flames splashed in the blue air, and Zero's attack speed was high-speed and cold, just like the wind and snow blowing on the ice field, and the ice particles in it were painful even if they didn't hit his face.
Lu Lincheng maintained his defense with a steady posture, occasionally taking advantage of the opportunity to stab forward with his sword.
The force generated from the impact dispersed the rich mercury vapor between the two people, exposing the two ice-cold and expressionless faces to the field of vision.
Two pairs of golden vertical pupils looked at each other among the stars, and their ferocious wills collided at this moment, creating a shrill scream.
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Strong winds of level 12 or above formed air waves that spread out in all directions, destroying all the Khrushchev Buildings, laboratories, and even shallow basements encountered along the way. It was as if the raw materials of these projects were all paper.
Tofu.
As the air waves spread toward the distance like a tsunami, the scorched earth and lava fire pits piled up together, destroying the original ice world.
And in the core of all this, there is already a lava world without any vegetation. The scorching air waves are mixed with flames of extremely terrifying density.
Those were not sparks, but flames only the size of fingernails. They floated in the air, forming a huge and terrifying legion of fire.
If you look closely at the inside of the flame, you will find that the color inside is not red, but gold, a bright and dazzling golden flame.
They move slowly with the core vortex. As the flame vortex goes deeper inward, the golden flame becomes denser. When the line of sight enters the middle of the flame vortex, even the outermost flame of the flame is golden.
shape.
If you look up at the sky from below, you will find an extremely shocking scene. A golden vortex is like a galaxy lying in the center of the explosion. Its edges are blood red, but the center is as golden as gold.
In the golden center is a golden throne gathered by countless golden flames. The flames surround it like thorns like sharp swords.
Thorny vines composed of countless engraved runes spread from the bottom of the throne, eventually forming a grand ball of golden light on the back of the throne.
Fu Nian sat on the golden throne, his flaming vertical pupils shrouding his face in a blazing light. This was a light that could not be looked directly at.
Any disobedient minister without permission will be burned to the core from within.
Opposite Fu Nian, an extremely embarrassed man stood there, but he just stood there.
From the charcoal-like skin and the dim eyes baked by the fire, it is obvious that the man is approaching a limit.
Of the just 950 tons of explosive yield, the opponent has withstood at least one-third of the explosion power. A simple and rough conversion is equivalent to the opponent facing a three-million-ton nuclear bomb, and the actual explosion power will only be higher than this.
No less.
In this case, it is equivalent to directly facing the world-destroying level of the Word Spirit Candle Dragon from the King of Bronze and Fire.
In the absence of a giant dragon king, it would be a fatal challenge to any single dragon king among the eight kings.
Of course, Fenrir, the current king of the earth and mountains, is obviously not included in this list.
But someone from the King of Sky and Wind in front of him was obviously in this group. Originally, Fu Nian was able to unleash greater explosive power on the opponent.
But just as the other party said, Fu Nian doesn't want the other party to die yet, at least not yet.
This was the reason why the other party chose to release the nuclear bomb even though they knew that Fu Nian might be able to block it.
He was betting that Fu Nian would not be able to fully withstand this power and be seriously injured.
But the result now is that he obviously lost, or in other words, he lost the moment when the King of Earth and Mountain devoured the complete King of Bronze and Fire.
But this is something that can't be helped. This news has been concealed too thoroughly. The King of Earth and Mountain used a low profile in exchange for his upright appearance, and then used a hidden method to allow himself to take the initiative to imprison himself in this place.
On the frontal battlefield.
From the moment he stood on the helicopter and saw Fu Nian standing at the core of the explosion of Justice 1, he knew he had lost, but losing would not mean that he would die. The psychological game had just begun at that time, but now he is not sure
Already.
He set his sights on the figure waving dragon wings on the throne, and the fire formed a huge whirlpool around the opponent, and he also knew,
These whirlpools of flames that seem to be able to distort space are not all the horror here. What Fu Nian really relies on is the invisible gravity field that is everywhere in the flames.
They are almost seamlessly intertwined with these flames, forming a terrifying mountain of flames around Fu Nian. Only by carrying the bone-crushing gravity and moving away this mountain of flames can you truly face the person sitting inside.
.
This is almost an unimaginable challenge. At least he doesn't have the slightest certainty now. No, he wouldn't have the slightest certainty in his previous heyday.
When his eyes fell on Fu Nian, Fu Nian's eyes also fell on him.
In fact, the two of them have not spoken more than five sentences since they met until now, but they have experienced a life-and-death showdown with each other, which is true to the saying that people don't talk much.
In fact, it is not quite accurate to say that the two of them are cruel and don't talk much.
But both Fu Nian and the man opposite them knew very well that the enemy opposite them was different from ordinary enemies.
They are both Dragon Kings at their peak. The dialogue between them is only based on deciding a winner or loser between them.
Only normal human dialogue can take place between them, although the basis of this dialogue is to put one of them at an absolute disadvantage or surrender.
"Your name." And now happens to be the perfect time to have that conversation.
Fu Nian looked at the man opposite and slowly spoke.
"You've already guessed it, haven't you?"
The man below spoke calmly. Although the other party was in a very embarrassed state, there was still a trace of elegance in the man's movements that was hard to ignore, as if the fate he faced now that he failed in the battle was not death, but the mere loss of a trivial sports car.
"I want you to tell me yourself."
Fu Nian looked at the man opposite him equally gracefully, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised at fifteen degrees.
However, unlike the man opposite him, although Fu Nian also exudes elegance from the inside out, this elegance is a kind of aura that comes with him after becoming a winner. If he were to exchange identities with the man now.
I believe that Fu Nianyi will not have the same expression as the man now. But it is a pity that Fu Nian has not encountered such a thing since he walked out of the earth and the Nibelungen.
The man looked at Fu Nian's expression and said nothing. However, after a short period of time, the man's expression suddenly changed. He stood there and laughed.
A very happy laugh, a very wanton laugh.
This smile made Fu Nian inexplicably irritable.
After a long time, he slowly turned around and looked at Fu Nian, who was sitting on the throne opposite him.
"Although I never thought there would be such an ending, when this moment happened, I actually found it quite interesting." The other party's expression suddenly became strange,
"You know, this is more exciting for me than driving a sports car with a woman in the center of a tornado."
Fu Nian narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the man below who seemed to be nervous for a moment without saying a word.
The other party's expression was relaxed and relaxed. After being nervous, his expression instantly became solemn.
"My name is Gattuso Pompeii." The man raised his chin slightly and looked at Fu Nian, "The King of Sky and Wind."
There was a majesty in the voice, a majesty that seemed to come from an ancient altar. The moment the other person's voice appeared, it seemed that countless ancient ancestors were kneeling on the ground to worship the embarrassed man in the middle.
However, this majesty had completely disappeared when he was fifty meters away from Fu Nian. The absence of the king's majesty made the other king feel pious. On the contrary, he only felt disgusted.
"My name is Fenrir."
Fu Nian looked at the man with his narrowed golden eyes, although he was a little uncomfortable with the other person's switch.
"King of the Earth and Mountains."
"Tsk, I remember that your other identity is an S-class student of Kassel Academy."
"The Gattuso family you are talking about is also the elder of the secret party of Kassel College." Fu Nian said slowly.
Pompeii smiled slightly and changed the subject.
"Earth and mountains? It's more than that." Pompeii looked at Fu Nian with strange eyes.
"He is also the one who holds the authority of the Bronze and Fire Thrones." Fu Nian said lightly, his bright eyes like a ray of dawn in the narrowed gap.
"Where is King Bai? Isn't it you?"
"Jörmungandr is not ready yet." There was no emotion in Fu Nian's voice, but these words without any emotion made people feel in a trance in the magnificent hall.
Pompeii feels the same way now.
"It's not a fair loss." Pompeii shook his head gently, "Unprecedented in ancient times and modern times, I am afraid that the only person who can become your rival as the King of Earth and Mountain is that one."
Fu Nian naturally knew who the other party was talking about, but Fu Nian could not feel a trace of respect for the supreme power from Pompei's tone. On the contrary, he could hear a strong yearning for this power behind the tone.
This is a lunatic.
But he is not a madman, or any monarch or dragon king is not a madman. Perhaps the word madman is not particularly acceptable in human language, but in a certain sense, there is often a gap between madman and genius.
It's just one step away.
The genius Herzog successfully used some unknown power to evolve into the White King.
What kind of power is Madman Pompeii using to try to obtain that power?
Fu Nian didn't believe that the other party showed up here just to drop a nuclear bomb on him.
Thinking from this aspect, Fu Nian was no longer interested in the relationship between the other party and Caesar.