Chapter: 2560
Immediately, the mecha raised his left arm and fired arrows at her. At the same time, the abdominal partition opened, revealing the black barrels, which spewed flames and slanted out a barrage covering a wide area.
But Guan Ya predicted his attack, twirling in the barrage, rushing in the flames of the explosion, and stretched out a sword, the sword's energy howled like a dragon's chant.
"Crack!"
The thick bronze baffle on the mech man's chest was cracked, as was the elegant ancient Han Bafang sword.
At this time, Zhao Chenghuang outside the field shouted: "Forty-seven seconds, retreat!"
Tianxia Guihuo and Hongji brother performed the fire action at the same time, and the crimson flowing flames rose up, covering the whole body, and they immediately appeared in the burning ruins.
This is the purpose of setting fire to the ruins.
The mecha man dropped the cast iron long knife, spread out his arms, and pointed at Ryo Asano and Guan Ya who were fleeing to the edge of the square.
A half-meter-long arrow was shot from the left arm, and the baffle on the palm of the right arm was cut open, revealing the black muzzle of the gun, and the flames flashed. Arrows and projectiles were shot at the backs of Asano Ryo and Guan Ya.
At the critical moment, Madoka, like a swooping falcon, took Asano Ryo away.
The arrow brushed past the two of them.
On the other side, a bright starlight rose behind Guan Ya, and Zhang Yuanqing, holding a round shield, appeared in the starlight.
boom!
The shield blocked the projectile, but the impact of the explosion sent him staggering.
As Zhang Yuanqing fell back, he took out a turntable the size of a washbasin, which was neither gold, iron nor jade, and threw it out viciously.
The turntable spun and landed at the mech man's feet, and the pointer rotated rapidly.
After throwing the turntable, Zhang Yuanqing snapped his fingers and escaped from the 100-meter-diameter Bagua Square with the star escape technique.
When fifty seconds came, "Jianai" punished on time, and the square was empty.
The mech man stood there in a daze.
Zhang Yuanqing counted one, two, three, then snapped his fingers, and the starlight rose from the mech man.
He held a 30cm long large-caliber thunderstorm gun, aimed at the cracked chest, and pulled the trigger.
The purple electricity quickly condensed, and the ball lightning shot out.
And the baffle on the mecha man's chest slid open, rows of guns were aimed at Zhang Yuanqing, and the trigger was also pulled.
"Puff puff"
The dense projectiles directly penetrated his body, splashing water, and the water ghost attached to the Yin-Yang robe was passive, exempted from projectile shooting.
"Boom!" The ball lightning also concentrated on the mechs at the same time, completely tearing apart the cracked bronze shield.
On the mecha man's chest is an old man with white hair. His eyes are closed tightly, and there are finger-thick metal pipes inserted in the back of his neck and chest, which are connected to the internal devices of the mecha.
The shattered bronze slices scratched his cheeks and body, and black red blood flowed out. He still closed his eyes without any reaction.
The pointer of the yin-yang dial stopped at this moment and pointed to the black area.
All this was expected by Zhang Yuanqing, because he had a lucky necklace around his neck, and the pointer must point to black. JrNovels.com