Chapter 1600 Seven Great Battles Three Hundred and Forty-Five "Conspiracy" Battles (5)
Although a lot of abilities were restricted, the ultimate power of the two of them slashed and slashed, and each knife cut through the super speed of light fiercely and ruthlessly. The lethality was so powerful that the bodies of the two would be killed with one blow.
The blade roared and raged. Light is as fast as shadow. The world is fragmented and almost in disarray.
The eyes of the youngest person and the oldest unknown life are full of aggressive desire, but the former is the youngest fierceness, which contains too many advantages; the latter is a kind of extremely old, sad , desolation, and into the ultimate indifference, resulting in having actually stronger power but being difficult to exert.
I believe that my image is very fast and fierce, but the image of the golden sun in He Ming's eyes is above the standard typical of being old and infinitely fierce, and even in his own spiritual world, he can't feel the deep heart of the golden sun .
In the spiritual world, a power like his will definitely have some very obvious feelings, or all kinds of enlightened feelings like divine help, like lightning flashes of inspiration passing through thoughts, and suddenly know what to do up.
But the consciousness of the Golden Sun, the mind is silent, ancient and undetectable.
He Ming only had a cold smile and swung the two golden scimitars more fiercely, trying to irritate the opponent with the most vicious attitude of disregarding defense in the calmest state of mind.
This state is understandable, an old saying: an old guy. Respect is needed, not fear.
He doesn't mind protracted fighting at all, although he has a huge flaw: if he can't drag the Golden Sun into a deep enough unreal world before the combined energy consumption of a lot of ultimate power and so on, he will really be doomed.
But in this way, the charm of upside-down and blurred fate and not knowing what will happen next moment is brought to the extreme, not to mention that under his own incredible luck, He Ming looks forward to it even more.
Although he is extremely afraid of death. But at this time, there is also a kind of bliss like a super gambler, betting everything on it, and then seeing the result called "fate".
For this, he was really afraid and hated.
But hypocritical arrogant guy. There is only such a passionate moment in life.
Those mating passion moments? Oh, just low-level mating.
...
Wear, sky-blue breastplate uniform;
There are ten buttons made of pure gold that emit a magical light.
Expensive moccasins as light as diamonds.
Tall and imposing black bearskin cap.
The majestic and majestic war horse, the horse's eyes are like something from a magical nightmare, as crimson as the blood of the deepest strong man, flashing, flashing, and showing the unimaginable mind of the magic horse.
Sharp and perfect as a work of art. Like the first light but with the most passionate murderous intent.
This is the elite of Napoleon's army. Guards Corps.
This very small number of legions came in a surprise attack, and these cavalry looked exactly like the "gods" exaggeratedly described on the earth-yes, after all, if you really want to count, there are really incredible huge cavalry in the real world, so it seems It's the size of a galaxy.
It is believed that there can only be one universe that provides an adequate field for charging, charging in groups.
At the same time, I believe that kind of power must be desperate.
At least the Russians.
In the Guards, Napoleon descended like a god. Riding a handsome BMW, dressed like an emperor, holding a scepter, his eyes contain the emperor's various awareness of fate, and the casual eyes of challenging fate.
Not long after, the weather became extremely cold, and the world was ruled by ice and snow. A battle involving at least hundreds of thousands of troops to determine the fate of the two continents took place under an ancient and huge city.
But most of the hordes of silent French troops cast their silent god-like eyes on a high ground below the city, a high ground passing the city gate.
it has...
Like these "gods" guards, He Ming's eyes emit a magical, bottomless, cold light like the ultimate devil, and the golden scimitar forms a golden tornado. The voice was like an extremely mocking voice resounding through heaven and earth:
"Hahahaha, this is the battle under the city of Moscow in Napoleon's conquest of Russia in our world. Have you seen such a great army? It's exactly the same as you old guy, and then the most brutal defeat is about to take place. This It's the truth of the world, low-level monkeys like us can't fight against nature. What about you? It's the same! Old guys can't challenge young people. You're old. Tired, it's time to retire!"
He Ming spoke like a madman, but just after he finished speaking, he couldn't hold on anymore. The golden sun cut He Ming's head from his extremely thick neck with a crucial knife.
The scene of blood flowing into a river appeared again, but when the amount of blood equal to one million human beings was splashed out at the same time, He Ming's head that was still flying in the air could still show a mocking smile, and he could continue to say: "you're old……"
"old man!"
Immediately reborn a tall shadow, magical, powerful, vicious, cold-blooded, from a French soldier who was shot in the forehead suddenly by a bullet and died immediately but because of the extremely cold weather, so he stood and did not fall - from the soldier's He Ming jumped out from behind the dead body, continued the previous sentence, and slashed a thunderous knife to hit the golden sun's waist, creating an unbelievably large wound, leaving a layer of skin on the belly tightly to maintain The body shape of the whole person.
The golden sun has a thoughtful expression again, an expression of an extremely ancient intelligent life that is completely incompatible with this world and the low-level world, looking down at the wound, not letting go of any details, until He Ming is moving faster than light In the speed, cut off its head with a slash.
Just as the golden sun does not give him time, he will not give the golden sun time.
So only he can see the cut body of the golden sun. When the golden sun comes up to his body, it will either be in the environment where the blood is flowing like a river, or it will be covered with frost and covered with heavy snow.
Because there is no doubt that the cut human body of the Golden Sun is definitely not the same as a human being, and the ultimate power like He Ming still retains basic human characteristics, such as some gastrointestinal organs, etc., so these organs will flow out due to physical pressure .
The physical characteristics of the Golden Sun cannot be related flesh and blood life. He Ming constructed the vital body of an ultimate power according to the physical characteristics of the ultimate power. Otherwise, if a human being finds himself dead, it will be just a layer of flesh and blood without bones. No blood, no organs, I believe you will understand that it is not in reality.
Any attempt to provoke this "thoughtful" awareness and related loopholes in raising the degree of sobriety is strictly prohibited.
After all, this is the world he built, and he must be responsible for it without any mistakes.
"Hahaha. It's coming again! Come~ come, never-ending bloody battle, I will accompany you forever, because you will surely die and forget because of old age. You will not be able to distinguish between reality and illusion .”
The image of the golden sun, dressed in white. Holding the golden scimitar, he immediately moved over quickly from the flying snow.
He Ming didn't let go of any good opportunity to mock, but the Golden Sun remained expressionless, and when he reached the attacking range, he immediately launched an extremely fast and fierce attack, and then returned to the same fighting situation as before. But there is no doubt that both parties have planted enough foreshadowing and observed enough flaws in a state of sufficient sobriety.
Or end it all and get back to reality before it gets any worse.
Fighting for a long time, ruling cavalry gods, warriors gods, lord Napoleon, dejected, left Moscow to the irretrievable end of his own destiny... It was the turn of the Russians to revel. and the siege of Napoleon's Grande Armée across Europe.
The scene was still full of wind and snow, the golden sun was thoughtful, seeing that the sun had not come out, it began to understand, this extremely young enemy with the same solar power. He will not give him the opportunity to see the sun, there is no sun in his world, otherwise he believes that he will be able to use the sun to gain certain advantages.
Because it wasted extremely precious time with He Ming, it began to react proactively.
"It takes 356 seconds. Fuck, it only takes 398 seconds!"
At this moment, the environment on the scene has not changed, but in He Ming's eyes, there are very important "clues" at any time.
For example, the shape of a snowflake drifting past his eyes in the wind and snow, a snowflake that will definitely drift past. If it is a certain shape, it corresponds to a certain number in the clue, and a certain number represents important information in reality.
In this way, He Ming can grasp the situation at any time.
It's just that he didn't expect that after fighting here for at least five days, the two of them died tens of thousands of times a day, almost meaningless data, but in reality, more than half a minute passed, and the most normal calculation would have required a lot of time. In the real world, a lot of time.
Not only that, but if you fall into a deeper world, time is even more meaningless.
What's scary is that if he falls into a deeper but unrealistic world where real time is extremely slow, he will have a big trouble: the consumption of related energy will become even more alarming.
The snowflakes representing information suddenly melted in the eyes and turned into a burst of water vapor, but the water vapor disappeared without a trace.
The heavy snow stopped abruptly, only to see a fire from the sky, and the blizzard cursed by Napoleon fell into a crazy fire of judgment belonging to the real God in a blink of an eye.
The pillar of fire pierced the sky and fell directly to the ground. The whole city panicked from the defeat of Napoleon.
One by one, the fireballs are so bright that it is difficult to look directly at them, like small suns, rushing into this world—of course, comparing them with their real shapes, I believe they must be huge and boundless.
"Have you finally made a move? Old guy." He Ming mocked while attacking, "Be more careful this time, and don't destroy the world all at once."
Golden Sun didn't say a word, and tried to use his psychic ability to carefully test He Ming's unreal world.
This is a dangerous behavior, because if you can't forcibly and quickly decipher the unreal world by using psychic abilities, it's better to stick to yourself.
Psychic powers of the same level will combine with each other and affect each other.
At that time, for young and knowledgeable lives, the danger will not be great, but for old lives, especially this kind of golden sun that has almost forgotten everything in the past, including precious knowledge and experience, the past is just ordinary Things, it will definitely fail on it and bury future troubles.
It is equivalent to inexperienced, delusional to enter other people's dreams, and accidentally fell asleep. Sleeping in a dream, changing to other environments, other worlds, it doesn't matter at all, but here. In such an environment, it only takes more than a minute for this tricky puppy to escape the fascinating speed achievement of creating the multiverse at any time.
There are more and more fires burning the world, and He Ming is caught in the environment of the flame Asura scene. But he does not forget to kill, and so does the Golden Sun. Therefore, every minute, one is reborn from the flames, slaying each other fiercely, and the flames and death have never been so fast and cruel.
The fire gradually consumed the world, and then gradually extinguished, and then thereafter. In the eternal darkness, but the darkness soon passed, and the beautiful breath of life flooded the world from the first ray of wind to everywhere.
The new world is a flawless bamboo forest, where birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, the sun is dappled, the bamboo forest is like the sea, and there are a lot of fallen leaves. This is autumn at its best. The grass and flowers on the ground have never been so gentle in autumn.
He Ming has already changed into the hanging silk clothes that are of great significance in his life. He even wore flip-flops, and put two golden machetes on his shoulders, and said with a cynical attitude: "Old man, this is a young life that you don't have. Look, this youthful smell-wow, Are you angry? I appreciate it, but I still want to tell you that it is the taste of youth, the taste of gratitude that you no longer have."
His vicious face was obviously beginning to be affected by the relevant. And exposed his own bad nature.
Hypocritical and arrogant. Completely rude.
The experience of the Golden Sun like a first-time practitioner has been fully exposed. He Ming's originally planned world program immediately made great breakthroughs in this area and used various methods.
Turn the world into a young and beautiful bamboo forest, where the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. The beauty of life and the breath of life can be seen everywhere.
As a result, the Golden Sun began to gnash its teeth and attack frantically, and it became uneasy.
He Ming was quite excited, but he was still very calm... Although he didn't know the opponent's true state, this was different from reality, completely different, and he didn't win at all until he reached his goal of victory.
This is a real comprehensive "conspiracy" war.
It is a battle of talent, of mind, of all non-physical forces.
It's still in the first step, above the spiritual battle, it's just an appetizer.
The golden sun obviously lost his anger step by step, and he was about to bear the opponent's crazy spiritual power attack.
Soon, the beautiful environment was almost destroyed, and a black wind blew fiercely, uprooting countless bamboo forests and even the ground.
At the same time, it has magical charm, but the unfathomable and unfathomable black deep water pours over the whole world, destroying the world.
The bloody battle in the bamboo forest immediately turned into a battle in the vast ocean, but at the next moment, there was an indescribable super giant, as if from the darkest world that could not be detected and understood in the multiverse, it stretched out a huge number of ancient colors The rusty arm shattered the earth, and threw He Ming and the golden sun into two pieces of the battle field, like floating plates in the starry sky, and fragments of the earth.
In any case, Golden Sun will not let He Ming "rest" for more than ten seconds. Otherwise, it would be difficult to judge how long he has been away, or whether he is real. A real strength that can compete with itself but only temporarily.
"Wow, did you use your own power? It's a pity that your deep water, your dark giant, is almost old, old guy."
He Ming jumped extremely nimbly, observed the limited but still complete clues, and discerned what the golden sun did and what state it was in. As the world became heavier and heavier, He Ming decided not to wait for time to pass, but to allow himself enough time.
The golden sun has no expression on its face, and it has changed into a gorgeous and deep dark costume, with a very huge black flowing gold cloak that can cover the Milky Way in reality with the same proportion. But the weapons are still two golden scimitars.
It jumped into He Ming's world and killed He Ming viciously. The two golden scimitars began to flow an indescribable dark charm of culling fate.
He Ming threw away the golden scimitar in his left hand and let it immediately fall into the chaotic wind—anyway, there are as many weapons as you want.
The left hand flickered with beautiful emerald energy—he started to use his spiritual power with his left hand, and struck step by step according to his full set of supreme wisdom used for the first time.
A flame giant suddenly fell from the sky and hit the dark soldier. The two huge and boundless things fought immediately, and soon the melee formed a cloud of fire and darkness, a huge energy group that could not be separated from each other.
This mass of energy is so large that it leads to the strange aesthetic of the birth of the universe.
The rain of fire also poured into this world, competing with the dark and deep water torrential rain.
The world is full of torrential rain and fiery rain, forming a bizarre contrasting scene.
Using various powers, the world goes deeper and deeper. The youngest ultimate monkey and the oldest unknown supreme life have become more strange and strange to each other.
In He Ming's strange smile, still in the fierce beheading, the golden sun's eyes suddenly emitted a strange light that made the world silent, and it launched the strongest blow: "Do you think that those ultimate powers have been invested in you for nothing?" Is it your body? You are wrong, that is for me to burn your soul! Because I have known for a long time that your soul is very powerful, and I cannot break your soul in a short time. Therefore, the many forces I control are deliberately sacrificed to make you , In fact, it is to burn your soul, so that when your soul burns and dies completely, I will capture your power of destiny, the original fire of destiny."
In a state of stillness, the Golden Sun said with an old laugh: "Haha! So... from beginning to end, including the power of Silver Surf, the first stupid space tourist, is just to give you a sweet treat. Now , the time has come, let’s start the last step! Burn, achieve my greatness, my new life, my immortality. Hahahaha!”
In the silent and stopped world, there are only these words, and after these words are finished, He Ming's body suddenly burns, and the burning is unstoppable from the inside to the outside, starting from the essence of life.
As a solar power, he has never felt so "hot on fire".
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