At the same time, Song Qinghan stood there sweating profusely, and said in a disappointment to a little loli with long blonde hair beside him: "Xiaoyu, I can't learn it."
"Oh, it's okay, it's just the beginning, it's not that fast."
An Xiaoyu comforted her.
They also found some glowing objects. After touching them, Song Qinghan actually gained divine power, including the power of space and the power of wind.
"This is just the beginning. You are only temporarily in possessing divine power. If the origin of space or the origin of wind does not recognize you, your ability will disappear."
An Xiaoyu was also a little helpless.
"Then my ability to sense is also a kind of divine power, right?"
Song Qinghan asked with self-comfort.
"The ability to sense? Is the power of sense?"
An Xiaoyu thought for a while, shook his head hesitantly, and said, "I haven't heard of this divine power."
"Although I have never seen this kind of divine power before I met you, but"
"But it is powerful and is not weaker than any divine power in some way, that's enough."
Song Qinghan nodded when he heard this, as if he could feel better.
Suddenly, Song Qinghan's expression trembled, as if he had sensed something.
"Let's go, that soul envoy is nearby!"
She pulled An Xiaoyu up and was about to run, but as soon as she took a few steps, she met the man.
"Yeah, it's you!"
The man sneered and looked at the two of them with interest.
Just as Song Qinghan wanted to run away from another angle, a gunshot came from behind them.
"So still run? I'll break your legs if you run!"
The man said coldly.
Song Qinghan trembled in fear, then slowly turned around and said awkwardly: "What, can you let us go?"
"reason?"
The man grinned and said playfully.
Song Qinghan beat him up and wanted to get away with it.
"I'm joking with you, can you see if you can?"
"Stop talking nonsense, raise your hands!"
The man suddenly changed his face and shouted angrily.
Song Qinghan's body trembled and raised his hands with some trembling.
"If I didn't have that gun, I wouldn't be afraid of you!"
Song Qinghan stared at his gun and thought unbalancedly.
Although they had made a few guns before, they had no chance to take them out now.
"Damn, where is my gun?"
Suddenly, the man looked surprised and groped up and down incredibly, as if looking for his gun.
It was clearly in my hand, but why did it suddenly disappear?
“Eh?”
Seeing this, Song Qinghan was stunned and stood there, with his hands blankly above his head.
"Hurry, take out the gun!"
An Xiaoyu quickly reminded Song Qinghan.
"profound!"
Hearing this, she quickly took out the gun and pointed at the confused man.
"Whose leg would you break before?"
Song Qinghan looked at him with a smile.
Now that the feng shui has changed, she feels very happy.
Seeing this, the man slowly raised his hand.
But his face was gloomy and his eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"Shoot quickly, in case there are variables!"
An Xiaoyu urged.
"Ah? Shoot?"
Song Qinghan hesitated a little. Although she was holding a gun in her hand, she didn't dare to shoot in an emergency.
"But"
Just as she was hesitating, the man condensed a lightsword and stabbed Song Qinghan like an arrow!
She suddenly panicked and hurriedly avoided.
After stabbing the air, he flashed to her with a quick step, trying to steal the gun.
Song Qinghan didn't pay attention for a moment and was dizzy when he was hit. Now even if she wanted to shoot, she couldn't aim at anyone.
When the situation was urgent, An Xiaoyu suddenly shouted, and a mental force swept out.
Although the man had a space talisman, he was still blown away because of the impact force generated by the mutual offset, and this is what she wanted.
Song Qinghan seized the opportunity and fired three random shots at him.
The bullet whistled in the wind and hit the man in the chest.
The space amulet did not work for the bullet. With a muffled groan, he stood still.
A wisp of blood oozed out from the corner of his mouth.
Immediately afterwards, the spirit in his eyes dimmed.
Anger and unwillingness climbed up to his face, but in the end, it turned into fear of death.
A sick smile appeared on the corner of his pale mouth, and then he spoke a few vague syllables in a hoarse voice.
Then, he fell on his back and no longer had any movement.