If hell and heaven really exist, by comparison, Ono might prefer hell.
First, he is self-aware, knowing that heaven is destined to miss him. In theory, heaven is the territory of the benevolent and kind, and Ono has walked the rivers and lakes for 20 years. He has always dealt with enemies and killed him. He never has mercy for mercy. I don't like this kind of hateful guy the least.
Second, he really doesn't like heaven, because there are a large number of smart people who have a lot of goodwill, all of them are like a crown, but the armpits are black and smelly, and they gather together to talk about morals and beliefs. At that time, he always had to spray a lot of perfume on his body to cover up the stench. On the contrary, Xiaoye's nose was very sensitive, and he could smell it no matter how he covered it, so he had planned it long ago. If he had a chance to choose, hell would be more suitable for him.
It is said that people with faith are more likely to face the various challenges of life calmly, including life and death, difficult survival and painful and tragic death. Because the gods and Buddhas they believed in had already arranged the past, present, and future for them. So they can fight for their faith fearlessly.
Li Muye also has faith. Brother Xiaoye’s faith is for all those who have sincerely loved him and who he has sincerely loved. It is everything in his hometown that deserves to be cherished and guarded.
Fletcher is even more a fanatic, his faith is Sir Patton. Believing in gods and Buddhas always feels a bit misty, after all, it is invisible and untouchable. To believe in people, this person is a living god and Buddha. Hear his voice and see his appearance. Once such a belief is formed, it is often more fanatical.
"You still have a chance to regret." Fletcher said to Li Muye before he started his hand: "Mr. Patton doesn't want you to go to that place. If you must go, I have to stop by scratching you. Believe me, You won’t like it this way."
"I want to try."
"Mr. Barton said you are very strong, so I was specifically found out from the Potential Development Center." Fletcher licked the sharp blade of his right index finger on the tip of his tongue, and said: "Strong, only represents the so-called realm, not you Can fight."
"So you can fight hard?" Li Muye asked both indifferently.
"In the potential center, I may only be able to barely rank in the top ten, but here, no one is my opponent." Fletcher said: "Our muscles are very smart, they have instincts and memories, when their instincts When the reaction is faster than our brain, your so-called realm does not have much effect."
"I only saw your tongue moving. If the smart muscle you are talking about is it, I have no choice but to count what you say makes sense."
"Since you don't want to look back, let you taste the pain first!" Fletcher finished this sentence, fit into a ball, and then stretched out in the air, in a way that violates the common sense of physics, as fast as a gust of wind. Pounced on Li Muye.
quick! Incredibly fast! Chasing the wind and chasing electricity! Fast beyond the eyes!
Although Li Muye had already reacted to avoiding block in his mind, his body muscles couldn't keep up with this speed. He retreated a little bit slowly. The clothes were torn open at the time, revealing the light blue vest lining inside. That's the flying night armor that Xiaoye has always kept.
This thing is as thin as a cloud, light as a feather, it is almost as nothing when worn next to the body, but it can block the bullets of a sniper rifle and the stab of Qingyun Jianyue.
Fletcher was surprised when he saw that Li Muye didn’t hang the paint. His knife was placed under Brother Xiaoye’s chest without touching the metal texture. The hand knives that replaced the nails were all made of nano-metal, and the density was Ten thousand times that of steel, the killing weapon produced by one-time molding technology is almost indestructible, but he did not expect to be able to injure the opponent's flesh and blood. How could he not be surprised secretly.
"I don't believe that your body is harder than Locke's biochemical man!" Fletcher was frightened, ten toes under his feet smashed to the ground, his body swished parallel and jumped towards Li Muye.
This time, Brother Ono was mentally prepared for his speed. The moment he saw his shoulders swayed, he decisively showed that Qingyun Jianyue was in his hand and waved his hand directly to the void in front of him. The next moment, Fletcher had reached that position. superior.
The moment his arm felt pain, he was shocked and stopped abruptly, and then a harrier turned over and rolled back.
The speed of this person's movements completely surpassed Brother Ono's imagination. It was hard to get a head start, so how could he be allowed to ease his breath. Li Muye exerted force and shot out his body, a shooting star drove the moon and pierced Fletcher's heart fiercely.
This is the sword technique passed down from generations to generations in Wendang Taiji Taoist School, and Brother Xiaoye stole his teacher from An Yiru. In the ancient homicide technique, the weapon was the first heavy weapon, and when the realm gap was not particularly huge, there was no doubt that weapons with weapons had a great advantage over those without weapons. Therefore, all major sects have their best weapons and military inheritance.
Xuanmen is good at big spears and knives, and the people of Baiyuntang have many strange weapons. There are two sets of weapon training methods passed down in the Tai Chi Taoist School, the first is the hammer, and the second is the sword. The swordsmanship that Li Muye and An Yiru learned was not the same as the sluggish health-preserving swordsmanship she usually practiced.
This set of swordsmanship is completely a set of all killing techniques for the purpose of killing opponents. Pay attention to sword imperial skills, people walk with the sword, the sword moves at will, and the meaning moves with Yuan Qi. At the highest level, the power of God's will, the Qi machine pulls the sword, and the attack kills the enemy in no time.
Li Muye's mental power has reached ten meters away from his body, and within this distance, the use of this set of swordsmanship can be said to be even more powerful. Brother Xiaoye has always tried his best to fight against others. If he is forced to fight this time, he will face the enemy with bare hands with the ghostly speed of Fletcher and the fierce ten-handed sword. There is no chance of victory at all.
Although Qingyun Jianyue is short, its sword intent is only stronger than other sharp weapons in the world!
At the moment when the tip of the knife almost touched the skin, Fletcher suddenly felt a deep chill rising from the tail vertebrae to the back of his head. His heart suddenly tightened and released like an explosion. At this moment, the whole person jumped high. , While avoiding the sting of Li Muye, the whole person hung upside down, and ten knives in both hands were intertwined and swung into an airtight curtain of knives in mid-air, falling towards Li Muye.
Li Muye didn't hesitate, raised his arms, rooted under his feet, and his whole body lay flat back, drawing a circle like a compass. Qingyun Jianyue in his hand swept the wind and remnants of the cloud, and together with the flesh and blood arm, he accurately cut into the knife curtain. Just listen to the sound of crashing, blood flying in the sky accompanied by the light of the knife.
With a scream, Fletcher overturned out.
Li Muye Ruying followed, and appeared in front of Fletcher when he couldn't stand still, and squeezed his throat with his hand.
"Your hands..." Fletcher said in a hoarse voice.
Li Muye knew that what he was trying to say was why your hand was okay. At that moment, Brother Xiaoye used his mind to control all the nanobots in his body evenly on the surface of the skin on his hand. Together with Qingyun Jianyue, he shattered Fletcher’s ten. Hand knife and several fingers. Fletcher couldn't understand how Xiaoye's hand blocked it, but this answer is now Li Muye's biggest secret, how can he let him ask it.
Fletcher's throat and cervical vertebrae were crushed by Li Mu's wild life. Li Muye withdrew his hand, Qing Yun Jianyue flashed in his hand and Jimo, he took a step back, sleeved his hands and watched his opponent indifferently falling down slowly.
There were countless screams and cheers from the female fan group watching the game in the stands. Li Muye looked around, and finally stopped looking at Professor Harrison. He walked over and said slowly: "Professor Harrison, please go back and tell Sir Barton about today’s tragedy for me. Regrettably, what he found was an opponent who made me unable to be merciful. I sincerely cooperated with you. Please believe in my sincerity and stop trying to control me."
Professor Harrison smiled bitterly: "Fletcher is one of the most important followers of Sir Patton. He will be very angry. Today is a regrettable and unexpected day. Mr. Lee, you have done nothing wrong. But this incident itself was a huge mistake, and now even I can’t be sure whether our partnership is over.”
In a corner of the stands, Heerenveen who saw Li Muye drop Fletcher’s body just walked in and closed her mouth in surprise. He looked at Bai Qi beside him and asked, “Who is your uncle? You just walked in. Have you seen how he did it?"
Bai Qi was expressionless and calmly said: "I have seen as much as you, but I knew from the beginning that he would win. If you know enough about my uncle's past, you will know that this is not surprising. "
"But his strength and speed are obviously inferior to Fletcher!" Heerenveen asked in a puzzled way: "Every technical movement of Fletcher is the second-generation supercomputer of the Potential Development Center combined with the characteristics of his muscle group. Tailor-made, the angle, speed, and strength of the force are almost beyond the opponent's defense, how does your uncle..."
"It's true." Bai Qi interrupted her and said, "Don't try any more, it won't do us any good."
"Although my father arranged this battle today, it was not what I meant." Heerenveen explained: "Trust me, I just know the news in advance."
Bai Qi said: "I believe it or not you are actually not important, because in your heart you just want to keep me strong, you like me, but this kind of like is not much different from liking an item. This kind of like lacks respect. I like you too. I like you but I take you in my heart and treat you as the opposite sex with the same identity."
Helen Fen's complexion suddenly became difficult to look, frowning and asked: "What do you mean by this sentence?"
Bai Qi said: "The meaning is very simple, that is, if you really like me, you must first learn to respect me like I respect you."
"Do you think I have not treated you well enough?" Heerenveen asked.
Bai Qi shook his head and said, "Many people treat cats and dogs well, but what I need is a lover who will live and die in the future. I hope you are, but at least you are not yet."
"Speaking of speaking, you still think I am going to murder your uncle." Helen Fen said: "Dad is right. Most of you Orientals are dirty and humble pigs. Only a handful of people are excellent, but they are The better the better, the more hypocritical creatures. They look tolerant and kind, but in their bones they arrogantly don't treat other races as human beings."
"Enough of you!" Bai Qi said solemnly: "I don't think we two need to meet again in the future." After speaking, he turned and left.
Helenfen pressed her chest and looked at his back sadly and angrily. She didn't understand what this man was thinking? She is willing to be pregnant for him, isn't that enough to show how much she loves him? She had clearly arranged everything for him, but he didn't seem to appreciate it at all. In such a place where there are not many choices, is it really worth giving up everything at your fingertips for an uncle with no blood relationship
A big metallic hand quietly stretched out from behind, brushed lightly on her golden hair, and finally placed it on her shoulder. The man said in a generous and gentle voice: "My little princess, who made you? So sad? Tell dad, let me expel all the troubles for you by myself."
"Ah!" Helenfenn turned around suddenly, looked at the man with blond hair and blue eyes, the heroic heroic man who looked like a god, and shook his head vigorously: "No, you must not do this."
"It seems that my little Princess Sissi is still immersed in love and can't help herself. In that case, maybe I can talk to this young man's uncle first?" (End of this chapter)