National Luck: Iron Man, the mechanical army sweeps everything

Wen Zhengyang turned around and flew back, the long sword in his hand clanging and whistling, with a desperate posture.

Qin Feng's hand cannon fired repeatedly, but the opponent dodged them one by one.

"Tips for carving insects!"

Wen Zhengyang smiled.

Sure enough, the old ancestor was right, technological civilization is rubbish!

He is not even worthy of carrying the shoes of the cultivation civilization.

At this moment, Qin Feng's shoulder armor pieces were opened.

A series of 24 small missiles were launched, and they hit Wen Zhengyang head-on.

When Wen Zhengyang was triumphant, he saw the other party sending out many gadgets in an instant, and in a panic, he took the initiative to condense a layer of aura shield.

At the critical moment when the missile hit him, the aura shield formed.

Boom boom boom!
Explosions came one after another.

There was no shadow of Wen Zhengyang in the air, only a cloud of black smoke after the explosion.

Then Wen Zhengyang's figure fell heavily to the ground from the black smoke.

Around him, there was that green tortoise shell phantom.

In addition, the aura shield he condensed was blown to pieces.

boom!
Wen Zhengyang landed heavily.

People in Blue Star World who were paying attention to this battle were suddenly stunned.

It turns out that cultivators from other worlds are also afraid of bombs? !
That's a fool!
All people crossing, missile mushroom bombs and so on, arrange for him!

Just as the Blue Star people were cheering up, Wen Zhengyang stood up in disgrace.

"tui!"

He spit, got so many missiles, nothing happened.

In addition to some vibrations in the spiritual energy in the body...

Seeing this scene, the hope that rose up in the hearts of the blue stars who were YYing was instantly shattered.

Wen Zhengyang had just stood up, and hadn't figured out Qin Feng's position yet.

boom!
An armor-piercing missile flew over again, and when the missile was less than a foot away from Wen Zhengyang, the green tortoise shell appeared and saved his life.

boom!
Wen Zhengyang was blown away again.

This time, the phantom of the green tortoise shell on his body flickered wildly.

In mid-air, Wen Zhengyang showed shock and disbelief.

He wanted to stop his figure, but the power of the explosion was too great, and he couldn't control it for a while.

However, just in case, he activated his aura and increased the blessing of the Fengyun Golden Shield.

In an instant, the phantom of the tortoise shell stopped flickering and became much brighter.

bang...

Wen Zhengyang finally landed, smashing a ditch in the grass.

The Blue Star people were dumbfounded.

My mother, can I still fight like this?
And, isn't this guy too resistant to beating?Is that okay?
"Bastard!" Wen Zhengyang cursed, but didn't finish.

Get out of the way quickly!

boom!
The second armor-piercing missile hit the spot where he was standing just now.

At this moment, Qin Feng looked at his feet jokingly.

"It seems that hot weapons can only sneak attack unprepared practitioners."

he exclaimed.

Jarvis replied: "Sir, the opponent's aura shield and the phantom of the turtle shell almost blocked all the damage."

Qin Feng put down his right hand, and retracted the opened missile bay, leaving six missiles.

"That's why I said it can only be a sneak attack."

As soon as Wen Zhengyang arrived, he was completely disgraced. The point is, he didn't even finish his lines!
A despicable and inferior civilization that doesn't talk about martial arts!
"Pooh!"

He pointed at Qin Feng with his sword, "I see how many of these fancy things you have!"

Qin Feng listened and grinned.

His voice came out from inside the mech for the first time.

"Okay, if you have asked for this, then you will be satisfied!"

Raise your hand, and the bomb bay opens again.

Seeing the six armor-piercing missiles, Wen Zhengyang's eyes turned cold.

He finally knew what had blown him up so badly.

Wen Zhengyang held a long sword and stood ready.

The green tortoise shell that protects the body is brighter.

Not only that, Wen Zhengyang once again condensed an aura shield to block in front of the turtle shell.

This move was to reduce the risk of the aftermath of the explosion hitting him back through the Golden Wind Shield.

The most important thing is that Fengyun Golden Shield is his most cherished magic weapon.

huh~~
Six missiles with tail flames were fired towards Wen Zhengyang.

"So fast?!"

Wen Zhengyang was startled.

I didn't see it when I was bombed in a daze before, and I didn't feel this way.

Now it seems that the weapons of technological civilization are not useless.

"It depends on whether you are faster or I am faster!"

Wen Zhengyang's spiritual energy circulated rapidly, and his figure suddenly reached the extreme.

While retiring violently, he also turned sharply continuously.

This is Wen Zhengyang's triumphant stroke of Qi flying.

However, a scene that surprised him appeared.

"These things, can they still be tracked?"

I saw Qin Feng's hand cannon attack before, not only not fast, but also without turning.

Wen Zhengyang thought that the attack of the iron man in front of him was all a one-shot deal.

Seeing that the missile was about to fly close, Wen Zhengyang swung several swords one after another.

"Falling Maple Sword Art!"

The sword energy visible to the naked eye flew out quickly and struck the armor-piercing projectile.

boom!
Boom!

A series of explosions exploded around him.

Even though it didn't explode on Wen Zhengyang's body, the aftermath of the violent explosion was still enough for him to drink a pot.

Everyone on Blue Star was stunned, and they forgot to post the barrage.

Is God Qin so powerful?
A person is more arrogant than a reinforcement battalion, okay?

Moreover, what the hell is this otherworldly cultivator? !
No matter how it blows up, it won't die! !
If the Blue Star army comes, I'm afraid that one regiment will not be enough for him to kill...

Seeing Wen Zhengyang's embarrassed appearance, Qin Feng smiled.

He is confident that with the help of Jarvis, he can consume the opponent to death with the help of the Mark 6, even without a trace of aura!

"Sir, I found the trace of the second cultivator, Du Xiuyuan."

At this time Jarvis reminded.

"So fast?" Qin Feng was a little surprised.

"Let the drone follow for the time being, wait until I get this done!"

"Sir, drone 63 is damaged."

Just after Jarvis finished speaking, he continued:

"Drone 64 destroyed."

Qin Feng: ...! !

Nima, I just lost one working hour of my printer!

Printer: ...Can I take a working hour off?

"What's going on?" Qin Feng asked, "Didn't I tell you to stay away?"

Jarvis replied: "Sir, Du Xiuyuan seems to be stronger than Wen Zhengyang, and his sensitivity is much higher."

As for how high this "sensitivity" is, Jarvis, who has always only known 0 and 1, can't quantify it.

"Sir, this is the last shot taken by the damaged drone."

Jarvis posted two "posthumous photos" on HUD, proving that he did not lie or exaggerate.

Qin Feng only saw a sword cutting in front of the camera.

The blade occupies almost half of the camera's field of view!
Then one drone level disappeared.

In the second posthumous photo, Qin Feng saw the face of a middle-aged man.

Covered with long beards, rough and greasy.

This ugly face moved close to the camera, almost blocking all view.

He looked grim, as if constipated.

"Is this the one that broke my two drones?"

"Yes, sir, according to your words, that's all!"

Jarvis put the blame on the strength of the enemy.

"Target the drone to track it farther away, just don't lose it!"

"Yes, sir."

Wen Zhengyang was blown to pieces, and the spiritual power in his body was constantly shaking.

The most important thing is that before he touched the corner of the opponent's clothes, more than half of his spiritual power was consumed.

"Huh...huh..."

Wen Zhengyang was furious.

"No, no more? Humph! Look at mine next!"

He tapped his toes, raised his breath in his chest, and flew forward lightly again, attacking Qin Feng.