The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2389 Hell
As for America, Lao Wang and Li Cang have basically no different opinions. This thing is like a Macrobrachium rosenbergii, the meat is a bit dry and lacks aroma, and the price is not low. The only advantage may be that it is big enough.

Lao Wang walked through street after street, and saw huge, black and crude battleships and hot weapons everywhere. These things were not made of gold. At most, they were just some rare precious metals. It was really hard to arouse his interest.

Hot weapons.
what!
If the attack values ​​of various bloodline abilities will restrict and offset each other's attenuation, then when it comes to thermal weapons, no matter how they are strengthened, the attenuation values ​​they suffer have never been attenuated. The 300% thermal weapon resistance of [Fantasy Manifestation Creation: Conductor's Sign] is 300%. No matter what conventional or unconventional means of increasing the power of your thermal weapons, including but not limited to thermal radiation, penetration, and penetration, as long as there is no corresponding prayer to offset the increased resistance value of the Conductor's Sign, it is useless.

This is why people on the track generally dislike thermal weapons. This thing is really cheap without praying, but it is really expensive after praying. Moreover, since thermal weapons themselves are a highly universal choice, no matter whether the power or resistance is enhanced, there can be no secrets from the root of praying. Once it rises to the level of scale and large-scale, war will inevitably become a tool for exploitation by small-coin guys.

"Bang!"

Lao Wang swung his sword and blocked a feathered bone spear that was dozens of meters long. The feathered bone spear shattered into pieces at the handle of the hammer, and the terrifying shock wave it brought with it spread out like those thermobaric bombs pretending to be smoke bombs in the sky.

"Li Cang, you bastard." Old Wang looked up and cursed. Suddenly, he found a person standing in the middle of the street not far ahead. "Oh, what a surprise! It's actually a little devil today?"

"Chinaman, I take your head today!"

"It's true that a person can be weak but a dog must be able to bark." Lao Wang bared his teeth and smiled brightly: "Your wild father really doesn't mind the smell on you!"

"idiot!"

The fact that he dared to come and was able to come was in itself a recognition and affirmation of his strength by the Confederation of America. Ryoto Uesugi was the fastest swordsman in the Congressional District of the Confederation of America. His main weapon was a giant wild sword and a European-style rapier.

Maybe, possibly, probably
The Confederacy of America also did serious research on Lao Wang's fighting style, so they sent Uesugi Ryoto to test it.

Lao Wang rubbed his hands at the Japanese warrior who was very short but had a two-meter-long sword on his back, making him look like a scarecrow on the ground, and smiled a fat, perverted smile: "Damn, it's really not a waste of time today, hehe"

"Be bold!"

The air seemed to be filled with an extremely cold and sharp energy. The gravel, dust, ice and snow on the ground trembled and even broke away from gravity and were pulled straight up. The blades rang, and the samurai sword shot towards Lao Wang like thunder. Uesugi Lingren held a rapier and his body was like a knife shadow, leaving a ghostly visual residue -

"Death!"

Uesugi Lingren's speed was quite fast, but a mountain suddenly rose in front of him.

The wreckage of buildings, the surface soil, deep sand and gravel, and even deeper rocks were all engulfed and grasped by the boundless and abundant sword intent. It was getting tighter and tighter while expanding rapidly, just like a black hole. All the surrounding matter was madly converging towards it.

"Om~"

The floating land under his feet trembled heavily as the mountain in front of him moved, like a giant drum beating on Uesugi Ryoto's heart.

At first the drum beats were faint and lingering, and then turned into thunderous sound.

In an instant, Uesugi Lingren realized that his so-called speed, the speed he was proud of, was probably just a joke in the face of such a terrifying blow, but he had no way back. He had a very clear intuition that the knife had locked onto him and there was no escape. Instead of fleeing in a panic, he might as well fight to the death. As long as I can reach that place, power, women, glory, I will have everything!
"Boom~"

Juye was in front, tearing through layers of earth and stone like a missile, and finally seemed to transform into a rising sun. Shangshan Lingren held a rapier behind him, silently locking onto the arrogant guy who had no intention of hiding his life breath.

"Here we are! It's right here!"

Uesugi Lingren roared and squeezed himself madly, so that deep red blood gushed out from his pores to form a force field that was almost in an energy state. The sound of the rapier tearing some kind of metallic cloth sounded so pleasant to Uesugi Lingren, and then, the feeling of piercing the skin, muscles and bones came as expected.

One hit, heart.

A huge amount of soil and rocks were completely torn into pieces and thrown away by the bombardment of the giant wild beast, revealing a heavy hammer at its core.

Before Uesugi Ryoto could even think about dying without regrets and bringing hope to his clan, he was hit by a heavy hammer. His flesh and blood evaporated in an instant, and his bones burned with blazing evil fire, and then exploded into a ball of pure energy wind.

"Damn, you idiot." Old Wang pulled out the crooked sword from his chest with a dark face: "Are you crazy?"

What is happening now is completely different from the scene of divine manifestation in public that he had imagined.

The scene that Lao Wang had in mind should be a grand opening, then a thrilling performance, then a climax, and finally a graceful finish with a speech.

Until the end, he still didn't understand why a guy who was good at body movement wanted to fight him. You hide, you hide, why the hell don't you hide, don't you just dislike it?
it's good now.

He is different from Li Cang. He doesn't have the habit of talking to himself in a battle of wits and courage like the magician -

"Damn it, this bastard has no professional ethics at all. Isn't oral gymnastics also a part of traditional craftsmanship? Who the hell can I talk to?"

"I thought it was a fucking stub, but it turns out there's something wrong with his fucking brain!"

"hetui!"

The exasperated old Wang spit out a lot of foul language, and then he raised his head and said to the people in front of him and their servants of fate, "Be good, open your mouth, let me see how you chew. Forget about the Fusheng Island Chain. Mushenlu needs talents like you. I guess those old ladies haven't even seen Nigo yet!"

Eat people first, then eat people. Although Mu Shenlu is much more civilized now, it still maintains the simple survival creed of making the best use of everything.

There is a saying that goes, "If you don't return to your hometown when you are rich and powerful, it is like walking in fine clothes at night." Master Wang himself has enjoyed super-standard diplomatic etiquette on the land of Mushen. My sister-in-law treats me like a national hero, so I will treat her like a national hero. Now, it is time to give back to my sister-in-law in my hometown who has suffered a lot.

"I, Wang, have done countless good deeds for others throughout my life." Old Wang sighed: "Good man, I am really a good man, a living Bodhisattva, nothing more than this!"

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The three people opposite pursed their lips tightly, looking at Lao Wang with complicated eyes. How to describe it? It was basically the same as the expression Lao Wang had when he looked at the Japanese just now. However, they had seen pigs run even before they had eaten pork. After all, they had seen the power of Lao Wang's mouth and his ten-language translator. They just pinched their noses and said nothing and rushed forward.

(End of this chapter)