The big black umbrella is not a Jincheng iron wall, but an umbrella-like structure temporarily composed by his symbiotic brain. It uses half a gun handle as the umbrella bone and the symbiotic brain overflow tissue as the umbrella surface. Except for the umbrella handle, it has no other defense ability except that the umbrella handle is hard enough.

That being said, this umbrella is not ordinary.

The umbrella covers a large area, and three people will not squeeze even if they walk side by side under the umbrella, but the two little girls seemed a little scared by Lang Ren's words and stuck to him tightly.

Lin Jianqing was indeed a little scared and inexplicably wanted to leave the familiar room, which made her a little frightened. She didn't know where she was going.

Xu Liantang is different. Her ears automatically filter out the other words of Lang Ren, and only remember the three words "I'll give you".

"Will you go together?"

Lin Jianqing asked out loud.

"No, I still have a lot to do."

"Then when will I see you again?"

This sentence was asked by Xu Liantang.

"Maybe this is the last one."

Langren smiled and found that the hem of his clothes was suddenly tightened, and he couldn't help but stop.

"...No...If this is the last side, I don't want to leave."

The corner of Lang Ren's clothes was clenched tightly by Xu Liantang, and his fists were exerting extraordinary force.

"I'm just a passerby in your life, there's no need..."

"No, you...you are not! I..." Xu Liantang suddenly bit his lip and realized what he was saying. The strong thoughts stopped him from continuing his impulse.

"In the next world, the weak will not survive. How can they meet the people they want to meet?"

Lang Ren smiled, and the corner of his clothes that Xu Liantang was pulled by him was quietly cut and stepped forward again.

Leaving the umbrella's cover, the cold rain fell on their faces. Looking at Lang Ren's back, his eyes developed some hope.

Just after Langren took five or six steps, they followed and didn't say a word for the next journey.

"It's right here, okay, leave sooner."

When he arrived at the door of Xu Liantang's house, Lang Ren said lightly that he had done the good people to the end, and there would be nothing to do next.

boom--

A huge explosion sounded in a certain direction in the city, and both girls could feel the tremor under their feet.

Langren looked at his watch. The one assigned by Yuhuaxian had officially started to take action. What he was doing now is the insignificant damage to the Xicheng Power Supply Station.

Langren looked in the direction where the sound came, and saw a thick stream of smoke slowly rising from the distance.

"?"

Suddenly, Langren turned to look at the other side of the street, and he felt the feeling of snooping.

I saw a expressionless man standing not far away with a look of expression, looking at Lang Ren with a pair of unsightly eyes.

Or looking at Langren's pocket.

Langren also looked down at his clothes pocket, reached in and took out two pieces of dried human palm leather.

“Clear!”

When Langren took out two talisman leather, the other party suddenly rose up!

Whoosh!

A sharp air explosion sounded, and a distance of seventy meters quickly passed. A pair of arms actually changed into two slender and sharp tender red thorn blades, rushing towards Langren.

Looking at the person who rushed over quickly, Lang Ren was not surprised, or he breathed a sigh of relief.

When Lin Jianqing explained to him the actions of the Yuhua Immortal Sect, he mentioned the abilities, hidden breaths, and silence bans of these believers.

It is because of these two skills that the official has not really captured any of the Eagle Immortal Cultists so far. Not everyone has the ability to be unable to limit the silence ban like Lang Ren. It is extraordinary that prosecutors have the power to fight when they are restricted.

Because of this, the secret of the Eagle Immortal Cult has not been discovered by the prosecutor.

So according to this phenomenon

Langren had his own conjecture about the cultivation civilization: he did not want to be recorded.

They should have some special means to erase the traces of their own talent, such as physical means or spiritual means. Lang Ren, who has read a lot of books, has seen various soul-searching abilities. These abilities were fictional in the world before. Who knows whether they would really exist in this world?

Perhaps it was because their methods were not mature thousands of years ago, which led to the passage of words that have been passed down to this day.

Fortunately, there was still a few words left, otherwise Lang Ren would not have realized the existence of this kind of civilization at all. There is an alien technology civilization on the external orbit, and it is easy for the cultivation civilization to be forgotten in such a general environment.

Lang Ren was not sure whether it was possible for this kind of speculation, so he could only take a talisman to gamble.

In fact, Lang Ren himself was a little nervous when he brought talismans to prove the existence of "cleaning". He was not sure whether the person who carried out "cleaning" would be too powerful, so he just gave him a second.

However, the second does not exist and is second. He has the characteristic of the Divine Crow. If you want to kill him in seconds, you need at least seventeen cards...

Ahem, it takes twelve seconds to completely kill Langren who has no ability to resurrection. The existence of the existence that needs to be at least stronger than A-level and S-level base.

Because Ji Weiyan did not lose Lang Ren in seconds.

Then the question is. Lang Ren has watched the replay of the sword that crossed half a planet. The information of this sword was revealed to Lang Ren. Lang Ren guessed that all the strong men above S were trying their best to protect this planet. A S-level star civilization aura with an S-level strength would not be noticed by the local S-level S-level. Just like the existence of that giant beast, if Lang Ren could persist for ten seconds, he might have a chance to get a bargain and gain a wave of S-level experience.

Speaking of Fuzhuan, even if Lang Ren’s guess is wrong, the cultivation civilization did not clean up such behavior, and it would not cause any loss to him.

Now it seems that he won the game with Air.

With his eyes fixed on the opponent's attack, the two slender sting blades attacked him from two directions. Judging from the clarity of the attack trajectory, the ability of this sweeper is at level C or below level B.

If you have explosive ability, it is not impossible to enter Level B for a short time.

But he is not B-level after all.

After Lang Ren thought it through, the black umbrella in his hand suddenly closed, and the overall size became thinner and longer in an instant, and a black dancer was in his hand.

Step forward and steadily down the plate, hold the left hand at the end of the gun, and the right hand is fixed at the end of the gun, and the tip of the gun is slightly hanging in front of him. When this dull-looking sweeper is about to arrive in front of him-

The fire of karma swept!

The blood-red flame burned from the tip of the gun, and the tip of the gun rotated counterclockwise from the left, and when it reached behind, the strength accumulated to the top.

boom--

A flame drew a circle with a radius of two and a half meters. The gun rod on the way shook slightly in the air. With a whistling sound, the tip of the gun was accurately slashed on the cleaner's face.

clang!!!

The faster the man rushed over, the faster he flew out.

"Tsk, what material is this bone?"

Seeing the other party being shot and flew out, Lang Ren hurriedly shook his numb palm.

"Clear...removal!"

The person who was shot away did not say a word of pain, and he crawled up like a puppet. Even though his cervical spine was broken, a deep crack was cut on his face, but it seemed like he was just about to get up, and the pair of thorn blades were still shining with cold light.

"It's indeed a puppet..."

Lang Ren frowned, opened his right hand and then held it in a tentative way, showing his Huangquan sword.

"Ga..." The puppet shook his head, looking like he wanted to use any ability, but because of the damage to his head, he couldn't use it for a long time.

The Huangquan Knife was firmly held in his hand, and Lang Ren breathed a sigh of relief.

It's easy to deal with now.

"drink!!"

Lang Ren's entire aura skyrocketed, and his whole body exuded a fierce momentum. He carried a spear more than two meters long in one hand and rushed towards the puppet, stepped on the ground and jumped high. The Dance Crow Spear smashed down with an extremely heavy offensive.

"clang!"

Sparks flew everywhere, and the puppet instinctively raised a pair of stinging blades to resist, and the cement under his feet was smashed by a shot.

Not finished yet!

The flames of the Yellow Spring Knife rose, and a knife released the slash and slashed upwards, directly breaking the puppet's defense. The Dance Crow Spear had already raised its body and swung it horizontally.

Dong!

The shot was too fast and hit the torso of the puppet.

Immediately afterwards, the moon slashed in an arc, and the black crow spear danced like a storm, like a black dragon pouring out its attack with its body regardless of everything, making people breathless!

Boom boom boom!!!

The dull slashing sounds continued one after another, and finally a cold light flashed!

The Dance Crow Gun accurately leaned into the puppet's chest and was lifted up high by Lang Ren.

Flowing water without heart · Storm style
Chapter completed!