Darkness is Coming: Chapter 633 black hole between lips

Wen Yan is not laughing at Yu Qian's appearance of stepping on a missile, but at the stupidity of Yu Qian and Yang Xiaoqian. The sphere formed by the black mist can't stop her. She can break through the sound barrier instantly, but Yang Xiaoqian can't control such a volume. The black fog moves at supersonic speed. Even if he can do it, his reaction speed can't keep up, so Wen Yan can easily break the shackles formed by the black fog with only one burst.

However, Wen Yan chose to break the sphere formed by the black mist in another way, not only because becoming a giant no longer has the same restrictions as before, but also because Wen Yan wanted to do whatever it took to become a huge and easy-to-beat giant. The trump card cheated out.

   Now that he saw Yang Xiaoqian and Yu Qian's trump cards, Wen Yan felt ridiculous when he thought of how cautious he was about them before.

"It's ridiculous to use this method to kill my patience and strength, and finally use this method as a trump card for victory." Wen Yan dismissed the oncoming missile that was about to land. As long as she wanted, she could change again at any time. Return to human form and break through the speed of sound, leaving the strike range before a few missiles land and explode, but she will wait for the best time.

  Wen Yan was not sure whether Yu Qian could turn the missile multiple times. If the timing to dodge was too early, then Yu Qian would probably change the direction of the missile again, forcing her to continue to flee. Therefore, in order to preserve his strength against Yang Xiaoqian, Wen Yan had to ensure that Yu Qian had only one chance to turn around.

To ensure this, we must stand in place and wait patiently. When the distance between the missile and the ground is too close, Yu Qian will not be able to break the inertia and pull the missile back into the air even if he fights his life, and then change back to the human form away from the landing point of the missile. Like the fire-breathing fool who can appreciate the famous wine sword fairy, he sacrificed himself heroically but meaninglessly.

   one second.

  Two seconds.

  Three seconds.

   Warm words remain motionless.

In the air, the heat and steam released when the fuel burns and the cold air condense into several beautiful white trails. At the front of the trail, the Eagle 12 anti-ship missile falls to the ground like a spear thrown by the gods, with a fiery tail flame. .

Just before the landing, the ten-meter-tall giant turned into milky white high-temperature steam and disappeared instantly. A figure broke out from the steam cloud, stepped on the air and went straight to the sky, and several groups of grand fireworks rose from the ground, first visible to the naked eye. The shock wave spread out, and then the earth-shattering explosion sound broke through the hemispherical explosion dust and spread to all directions, echoing in the dilapidated city.

The strange thing is that the flight trajectories of these missiles have not changed due to external forces from beginning to end. Yu Qian, who stepped on the missiles to play the sword fairy, seems to have chosen to give up before making an attempt, standing on the missile warhead like a dead man. He didn't react at all until the missile finally landed and exploded and died.

   "Dead man?" Wen Yan's expression moved slightly, thinking of a possible explanation.

  Yu Qian wanted to keep up with the speed of the missile by controlling the metal's ability to drive itself to fly, but it was impossible. Then he must "nail" himself to the missile warhead before the missile enters supersonic speed, but even if he can withstand the high temperature behind the missile when it is launched, he cannot withstand the death acceleration of the missile.

   Even if Yu Qian flew into the missile after the missile was launched and before it reached supersonic speed, he couldn't bear the black-sighted phenomenon that followed.

When the human body is subjected to a large positive acceleration in flight, there will be extremely harmful physiological phenomena such as black vision. In the case of excessive flight overload, not only cerebral ischemia, but also may fall into fainting, and even in severe cases It will cause the eyeball to pop out of the orbit, cerebral hemorrhage and other horror symptoms. With the fragile body of human beings, it is obviously unable to withstand the positive acceleration imposed by the missile during the acceleration process.

   In other words, the sword fairy who stepped on the missile is likely to die suddenly in the flight of the missile due to the lack of physical knowledge.

   Thinking of this, Wen Yan couldn't help laughing out loud, this inexplicably hilarious final duel can no longer be described as funny, it should be said to be funny.

   After breaking through the clouds, Wen Yan looked up at Yang Xiaoqian above and mocked: "Yang Xiaoqian, you two should really go back to school and read more."

Yang Xiaoqian's face was expressionless and unmoved. Seeing Wen Yan stepping out a cloud of sonic booms that kept getting closer to him, he stretched out his finger to Wen Yan, and the black mist condensed into various weapons, like a pitch-dark scene. Ink rain, pouring down.

The sword, spear, and spear that could easily tear apart the body of an ordinary mutant fell on Wen Yan's body without pain or itching. What was different from before was that every strand of black mist was now like boiling steam, scalding Wen Yan's skin. There are traces of spots. Since the second awakening of Saint-Nair Church, Yang Xiaoqian has rarely let the black mist boil into a high temperature state.

"What other tricks are there?" Wen Yan ignored the black mist that fell on her body, even if a little black mist penetrated into her body from her mouth, nose, eyes and ears, it would not cause any harm to her, "If there are no new tricks, just Leave your last words, and then go out and prepare coffins for those turkeys and dogs under your command."

   After finishing speaking, Wen Yan took a step in the air, this time not only a sonic boom cloud appeared under her feet, but also a circle of transparent ripples spreading outward.

  Before the shock wave diffused and disappeared, Wen Yan's figure appeared in front of Yang Xiaoqian like a teleportation. This time, there was no afterimage left on the retina, only a fleeting black line in the sea of ​​clouds.

   Yang Xiaoqian stopped climbing, and seemed to have given up, and was indifferent to the fist that Wen Yan threw at him.

"die!"

  The exposed wrist was covered with a layer of pure white decoration, and the iron fist that broke through the factor slammed into Yang Xiaoqian's face with a powerful force, causing Yang Xiaoqian's entire head to disappear.

  The only thing that can be glued to the boxer is the oxygen supply helmet and oxygen mask, and there is no red and white brains scattered around in the high air. Because not only Yang Xiaoqian's head but also his entire body disappeared.

   At the moment Wen Yan punched, Yang Xiaoqian's body disintegrated and dissipated, turning into a cloud of black mist, avoiding the fatal blow.

  Wen Yan looked at the small cloud of black mist that surrounded his arm like a gauntlet, and was slightly taken aback. After the fist penetrated through the oxygen-supplying helmet, the vortex twisted by the violent fist wind formed suction, causing a small part of the black mist to gather around the front of his arm, like a wrist guard, and like an upside-down miniature tornado.

   Immediately afterwards, the black mist flew into the distance like a living creature, showing a little panic in the haste, as if escaping.

   "Oh? Escape?"

  A light flashed in Wen Yan's mind, and his eyes lit up.

   "窸—"

   The red lips parted lightly, as if torn open a black hole.