In the battlefield, it is not only the ones that are held in the hands, but the weapon.

Wenya had never seen such a man, such a beautiful man. In fact, if it weren't for his body that his male sexual characteristics were fully revealed, Wenya would even think he was a woman.

Wang Shiyuan's thin body was as smooth as flowing water. He had no trace of fat on his body, and he couldn't even see any muscles. At first glance, he looked even weaker than some women.

He had a standard melon-shaped face that women envied, with delicate facial features. Although his eyes were not big, the corners of his eyes extended out long, making his eyes look more charming. He kept it too long for men, and although the back part was thorned, his hair was floating leisurely in front of him, which made him look a little more feminine.

If he was a woman, perhaps many men would have been unable to sleep for him all night. In fact, even if he was a man, there were probably many men who were willing to be drunk for him.

If you have the chance, you must grab this body. Wen Ya thought to herself that after you restore your abilities, this beautiful human figure can become one of her favorite puppets.

Wen Ya really can't figure it out. How could such a beautiful "butterfly man" be the most terrifying killing machine in the Southern Cross?

Although he was full of surprise, Wang Shiyuanliang's move just now "sucking is not just a flower stand."

How did he do it? Wenya saw it very clearly. It was not just a sucking, but a strange air first wrapped around the light, sound and air produced by the explosion. Then as he inhaled, the "pack" began to compress everything it wrapped around and shrink, until it became a small ball that could be swallowed by him.

Package, compress, swallow.

Wang Shiyuan used the tent to cover the wooden basin bath and blocked them behind him. Seeing the two monks in the tent sitting cross-legged and chanting the scriptures for ten times, he probably failed to completely avoid the poisonous gas just now and was using some method to detoxify.

Wang Shiyuan looked at the man in black in the ground. He looked back at the two wise monks, and finally fixed his eyes on the still-heating bathtub, sighed and said, "It seems that today's shower was vain again, and he had already arrived in front of the trio.

So fast! I looked at the ghosts on both sides happily and thought elegantly. Although it was not as good as the Yan Man Master after the blessing of Yan Man, for others, this sudden progress can be considered "lightning".

"Scatter!" As soon as Wang Shiyuan stood still, Xin Yuan (安容) immediately roared and threw two yellow explosion talismans at him. He and the other two Taoist priests quickly jumped backwards. No one knew better than Taoist priests about the destructive power generated by detonating the explosion talisman at close range, and they didn't want to drag themselves into it.

Wang Shiyuan stood still and didn't move, but turned his head in the direction where the Taoist talisman was flying over, and then opened his mouth.

"Boom" suddenly, an explosion sound came out of Wang Shiyuan's mouth, and then a wave of air rolled out from his mouth. The fierce air wave directly stopped the Taoist talisman and rushed towards Xinyuan with a spell.

"Oh!" Xinyuan had no time to sigh, and two Taoist talismans exploded in front of him.

Amid the explosion, a black body fell to the ground with blood splashing out.

"Huh!" Wang Shiyuan said nothing, but just breathed a long sigh, vomited out the strong smell of sulfur in his mouth, and then began to look for the traces of two other men in black in the smoke brought out of the explosion.

At this moment, he saw a sword light.

The sword light flashed past. A coldness suddenly came from Wang Shiyuan's waist.

When Jiandao Jinghui, who was originally retreating, saw Wang Shiyuan blowing the talisman back with the waves of roar, she not only did not take the opportunity to escape. Instead, she turned around and stabbed Wang Shiyuan with a sword in her unprepared abdomen.

The sword pierced between the two ribs at the bottom of Wang Shiyuan's right abdomen, crossing the entire right lung, and the tip of the sword penetrated from his back with blood.

One sword, penetrate the body.

The sword is so fast, the position is so accurate, and the heart is so cruel. No matter how hard Yuan can "eat" or "spit", he probably has no way to survive. Wenya felt a moment of disappointment. She didn't expect that an opponent she had always wanted to see but had not seen was simply killed.

"Puff", just when Wenya thought everything was over and Jinghui was about to pull out the sword and walk towards the two wise monks, Wang Shiyuan's hand suddenly raised, grabbed the hilt of the sword that was still left outside his body, and Jinghui's hand holding the hilt of the sword.

Jinghui raised her head in surprise. What he saw was Wang Shiyuan's smiling face and his mouth that was about to open./\

This time, what ran out of Wang Shiyuan's mouth was the effect of the "sound-breaking talisman" he swallowed before: like the high-frequency noise that two planes took off from you.

Everyone who had time to react covered their ears with their hands, and Wenya immediately cut off the connection between the spiritual mist and her hearing system.

However, Jinghui, who was closest to Wang Shiyuan, had no time to react because her hand was tightly grasped by the other party, and could only let the indescribable vibration directly shake his eardrums.

As soon as Wang Shiyuan closed his mouth and let go of his hands, Jinghui immediately lost strength on both feet, and blood oozed out of the corners of his ears and eyes.

The person who was caught in the sword was not dead, but the person who was attacked was already dead.

Wang Shiyuan rubbed his ears that were also bleeded by the trembling, looked at the three-foot green breeze that was still hanging on his body, curled his lips, and even reached out to pull the sword out. Let the blood spray out from his ribs, Wang Shiyuan's expression was still calm. His face was still delicate.

But in Wenya's opinion, Wang Shiyuan is no longer a "butterfly man"

He was simply a nightmare.

As soon as Wang Shiyuan pulled out the sword, the last assassin roared and threw the spirit snake floating dust into thousands of silk rains. He poured towards Wang Shiyuan.

This is not floating dust. This is like thousands of arrows, and the dust silk stabbed Wang Shiyuan in an incredible way from all angles and directions.

Wang Shiyuan neither retreated nor opened his mouth to spit out any strange things. Instead, he suddenly squatted down, grabbed the two bodies of security guards on the ground and smashed them towards Songding.

Song Ding never expected that Wang Shiyuan's push was so powerful that the two corpses crashed into the flying dust silk like a sprint.

The silver thread fell down weakly when it penetrated the security guard's body, but the two bodies were still rushing forward.

In this way, the two corpses drove a road in the seemingly boundless rain of arrows, one with only blood and no obstacles to the road.

Wang Shiyuan followed the two security guards, pressing his hands on the part without silver wires on them, and pushing the two "people" to continue running.

Oops! Song Ding immediately noticed Wang Shiyuan's tactics, quickly moved the silver wires that had not been stuck in the corpse backwards, and woven a net five meters in front of him, a silver net that completely isolated the corner where he was from the other part of the room.

Wang Shiyuan pushed two corpses and ran into the net, rushed forward about three meters, and the three "people" stopped.

The silver wire is more tenacious than Wang Shiyuan imagined. No matter how much force he used, he could not use his body to break it away.

So he changed his approach.

With a "sniff", the long sword that had pierced Wang Shiyuan's body before passed through the small hole between the wire mesh and stabbed Songding.

"Drink!" Song Ding used all his strength and straightened the wire mesh a little, so that the sword that could have stabbed him and stopped only three inches away from the tip of his nose.

Everything suddenly stopped. The corpse stopped moving and the sword stopped moving.

Shuoding tried all his strength and finally saved his life.

Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a green smoke suddenly floated out from the tip of the sword.

Songding recognized this smoke, which was the poisonous gas that Xinyuan's "Gu Poison Talisman" should have emitted after it exploded. It was also the poisonous gas that was "eated" by Wang Shiyuan before.

——It seems that Wang Shiyuan may not need to release the energy he "swallowed" through his mouth.

Although Song Ding is good at floating dust and has research. After seeing Wang Shiyuan use his magical abilities again and again, Song Ding is also prepared. When the green smoke comes out, Song Ding immediately takes out the safety talisman with his other hand.

However, before Song Ding could use the safety talisman, Wang Shiyuan suddenly threw the sword aside, pulled out a pistol from the waist of the security guard's body, aiming at Song Ding's head with a shot.

——Weapons are not only in your hands. On the battlefield, any weapon you can see and get to the ground can become a deadly weapon.

Song Ding only noticed the sword and poison in front of him, but he didn't expect that the security guard's corpse could also be a moving arsenal, so he lost.

If you lose, you will die.

As soon as Song Ding died, the silver threads immediately hung down as if they had lost their lives, drawing the most gorgeous curtain for this silent drama of death.

Everything was over. The wise monks had removed the influence of the poisonous talisman by chanting scriptures and opened the bath tent on their bodies. The wise monk in the colorful robe walked to Wang Shiyuan's side and stretched out his hand to press the wound on his ribs, as if he was preparing to use the wise monk's strange chanting scriptures to heal Wang Shiyuan's wounds.

"Thank you, Master, but no need." Wang Shiyuan smiled and shook his head, "I can eat this little injury myself."

He was right, Wen Ya also noticed that shortly after Wang Shiyuan pulled out the sword, his wound had begun to heal slowly - to be precise, his wound was being "eated" by his body. Having seen such a "healing" method, the flesh around the wound seemed to have become a mouth. When it slowly closed its "lip", the wound began to stop bleeding and scarring quickly.

This is not a quick regeneration, nor is it an automatic healing. Wen Ya also threw many people with superpowers into special prisons during the "Qi" period. Among them, there are also some guys who are extremely difficult to recover from their physical abilities, but Wang Shiyuan's self-healing method is absolutely different from these people.

It was like every cell in his body was biting each other and "eating" the necrotic part.

Defense is eating, attack is eating, and even the way of self-healing is eating...

This butterfly that looks beautiful is actually a glutton that will never be full.

Once their affairs are resolved, Wenya should have left.

Wenya has seen enough, and even intervened to help a little bit. He doesn't think that the other party will forget this after calming down.

The door can't go out, so try to open the window. Wenya thought so and quietly moved towards the door.

But when Wenya passed by Wang Shiyuan's feet, a small mark attracted Wenya's attention.

At Wang Shiyuan's ankle, there was a purple tattoo that was inconsistent with his smooth skin. He sighed sincerely with the familiar tattoo.

This is a very familiar style. Wenya had this mark on her body before, but at that time, her number was 5, and it was on the back.

——Wang Shiyuan, the third son of Wang Sihai, the general leader of the Southern Cross, is the strongest "human nuclear weapon".

Then, he is also no.1 of the "New Qiks Group".

"Blue Hai (Note: refers to the sea Shenmu), this time your disaster is a big deal." After seeing the tattoo, Wenya already understood something roughly.

Suddenly, a severe pain spread into Wenya's head, and it felt like a bomb exploded in her mind, tearing her brain into several parts of pain.

This is the side effect of the "counterfeit goods" effect disappears. Wenya took a last look at the nuclear weapons and the two monks, and then cut off the connection with the soul fragments before losing consciousness.

It seemed to be a illusion of Wenya, but when Wenya looked at Wang Shiyuan, he also turned his head and glanced in the direction of the pink mist.

Then Wen Ya fell asleep.

There is still one month left for a long holiday, let's take a long holiday... I also pray that I will no longer be troubled by my leaders before the long holiday

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