Chapter 792

Those lines are not really invisible, but very thin, just like mosquitoes in the demon prison. It's hard to find them if Jing Jiu doesn't use his sword eyes.

These lines are not active means of attack, and naturally there is no killing intention or hostility, just waiting for the target to hit itself.

Just like when he killed snow country monsters in the snow field many years ago.

The question is, what thread is so thin, so sharp that even his skin tingles?

Another question is, how can the thread end be fixed when the thread is so sharp?

He is a sword mender. Naturally, he understands that the finer things are, the sharper they are. The problem is that the finer things are, the more fragile they are, unless the internal connection of such things is very strong.

Countless messages flowed through his consciousness like water.

There are relevant physics papers, a famous novel, and the gray sky curtain in the deepest part of the sacrificial hall.

He looked deep into the night, sensed dozens of very weak breath fluctuations, and finally made a judgment.

These lines are the same material as the gray curtain - Ultra granular material.

Ultrafine particle material refers to the material composed of ultrafine particles as the basic unit. With different types, it will show different physical characteristics.

This material is often used in space stations, military aircraft and space elevators.

This material has been developed to the extreme. Naturally, it can be used to kill people, and it will bring some classical beauty.

Someone surrounded the sacrificial hall with ultra-fine granular material.

But as ran Handong said, it's safe as long as you don't leave the sacrificial hall. Why does the other party know that Jing Jiuyi will choose to leave?

His style was guessed. Instead of being surprised, he was somewhat satisfied.

The warship who had been waiting on the University lawn for so many days did not wait for the warship, but finally waited for the man.

But now is not the time to think about these problems. Leave first.

He has many ways to break these invisible lines, such as turning into a sword light and hiding underground.

But maybe he wanted to compare with each other when he saw sharp things, or for some other reason, he chose the simplest and direct method.

He raised his right hand and cut into the seemingly empty night sky.

Pop, pop, pop! It was as if the strings of the harp in the concert hall were cut off at the same time, and countless lines were stretched and broken in the night sky.

Then there was an extremely weak howling, sobbing like a ghost.

In the hissing sound, something floated, and several tiny and deep holes appeared on the ground.

At this time, nothing could stop him. He took a step forward and the gap between his trousers and clothes became bigger.

He liked the blue sportswear best, and his eyes became a little cold.

Zhong Lizi couldn't see his eyes, but he could feel his mood change. He quickly comforted, "I'll buy you a new one later."

Those ultra-fine particle material grain lines are very accurately set outside the stone steps and do not enter the absolute defense range of the sacrificial hall.

He took Zhong Lizi down the stone steps and came to the outside of the sacrificial hall before the enemy's attack.

Naturally, the attack that the other party has prepared for a long time cannot be just those dozens of thin lines.

This kind of thing only exists in the game and rarely appears in reality.

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Before the impact came, the sharper howling and real bullets had arrived in front of them.

The bullets poured down in front of the stone steps like a rainstorm.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Dozens of flamboyant fires were born in the night sky.

None of the heavy rain bullets fell on Jing Jiu.

He couldn't even get in five meters in front of him.

An invisible semicircle barrier placed him in the middle of the bell plum and blocked the bullets.

The bullets fell on the barrier, turned into a mass of fire, and then fell powerlessly, like waves hitting a reef.

Well nine looked at the burst bombs and confirmed that they were SHELLLESS bombs and filled with non-standard chemicals. Then the attackers should have nothing to do with the military.

At this time, he can also take time to analyze the identity of the attacker because he knows there is no danger, but Zhong Lizi doesn't know.

She listened to the thunder like roar and looked at the night sky surrounded by bullets and fire. She was pale with fear, but she didn't dare to reach out to grab Jing Jiu's hand. She had to grab his clothes. The whole person shrank behind him and looked very pitiful.

Well nine felt the movement behind him and said, "let's go."

The front of the sacrificial hall was illuminated by countless bullets of fire. Two figures loomed and walked forward slowly.

Especially the boy who walked in the front, his steps were so stable that he didn't seem to be affected.

Jiang and Xia stood above the stone steps with more than a dozen bishops and looked at the magical picture. They were shocked and speechless.

Of course, this picture can't last too long. Jing Jiu doesn't like being beaten or fighting back.

As the bullets rained down, he began to observe and calculate the positions of the gunmen.

A sword left the body and went to the distance quietly under the cover of playing fire.

He ignored the gunmen, let go of his sword knowledge and began to search. His sight finally fell somewhere far away.

That place is already in the depths of the grassland, 77 kilometers away from the sacrificial hall, with a lonely tree.

There is a very advanced aircraft nearby, with several heavy weapons hanging. It has started and can fly away at any time.

Mr. Xia sat against the tree with his eyes open.

The owner of the Mo family came to the bottom of the aircraft, and the light armor on his body was shimmering.

The aircraft has a clear and stable smell. I don't know who it is.

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Today, the elite troops of Mo's private army are performing the task of sacrificial hall.

Mo's family is responsible for most of the external interstellar transportation business of the Stargate base. To make money in the vast and dangerous space, they naturally maintain extremely fierce armed forces.

Those elite soldiers are the weakest experts in Liujin territory, and their guns and equipment are also very sophisticated.

The soldiers in charge of observation found that well nine actually broke through the blockade of the ultra-fine particle material line. Shocked, the report hesitated for a few seconds, and well nine walked down the steps.

According to the owner's instructions, these elite soldiers began to set fire without waiting for any order.

Thirty five soldiers pulled the trigger almost at the same time, turning the night sky in front of the sacrificial hall into a sea of fire.

Those elite soldiers made perfect camouflage. Most of them were hidden in the sand dunes, while the rest were covered by sparse shrubs and did not leave the aircraft. It is believed that even if the real special forces of the military came, it is difficult to determine their position in a short time.

Outside the crash in the night sky, there was a hissing sound, like a snake crawling on a sand dune.

A trace did appear on the sand dune.

The trace went from east to west, crossed the sand dunes and the elite soldiers' bodies at an unimaginable speed, then broke out and continued to go towards the bushes and aircraft.

The gunfire thinned out in a short time.

In an instant, more than 20 elite soldiers of the Mo family died in the sand dune.

If there is no follow-up investigation tomorrow, this sand dune will be their grave.

As soon as the soldiers hiding in the bushes thought something was wrong, they felt a chill in their brain, a darkness in front of them, fell to the ground and turned into a dead body.

There was a very delicate blood hole beside their temples, and some little blood flowed out slowly.

The soldiers hiding under the aircraft also quietly fell to the ground and became breathless bodies with the same blood holes in the same position.

The size and location of those blood holes are very accurate, just like the best surgeon made them with the best surgical instruments.

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The gunfire soon stopped.

The roar of the bomb fire also stopped.

The sea of fire in front of the sacrificial hall disappeared.

The magnificent building regained its solemn flavor under the starlight.

Deep in the grassland, the master of the Mo family looked at the direction of the sacrificial hall and said in a slightly trembling voice, "what's going on?"

This sentence was not asked by Mr. Xia, but in a dialogue with another person, that is, the clear and stable breath in the aircraft felt by Jing Jiu.

"I'll have a look."

A calm and confident voice came from the owner Mo's light armor dialog, followed by the sound of opening the cabin door from the aircraft.

The man was the close bodyguard and driver of the Mo family owner. He was a real expert in xingchu. After he retired from the military special forces, he was invited by the Mo family.

Hearing this, the master of the Mo family was a little relieved and said, "the goal is strange. Be careful."

The military veteran did not answer him or come down.

A soft snap.

A round hole appeared in the door of the aircraft.

Just like the round holes in the heads of Mo's private soldiers who have become dead.

The military veteran expert fell on the ground of the aircraft, there was a hole in his head, and the blood was slowly flowing out.

The owner of the Mo family couldn't see the picture in the aircraft. He didn't know what had happened. He didn't even get an answer when he asked.

He suddenly felt very cold, not the touch of light armor, but the smell of death from the night wind.

In order to dispel this fear, he subconsciously left the aircraft and ran to the big tree not far away.

At the beginning of the attack, Mr. Xia opened his eyes and looked at the embarrassed appearance of the Mo family owner, with a look of banter in his eyes.

The owner of the Mo family ran to him and said in a hoarse voice, "what are you laughing at! You will also be killed! " Mr. Xia said, "God is fair. I didn't do anything. Why did I die?" Master Mo was stunned and said, "what nonsense... What God..." his voice suddenly stopped. A small round hole appeared in the helmet of light armor. The blood spurted out and dyed the helmet red. He looked at Mr. Xia and stretched out his arms, like a drowning child. Finally, there was no sound, so he knelt down slowly. He looked at the grass under the tree. The weeds illuminated by the stars are not green, but black. He seemed to see the deepest night, his eyes full of fear, and then gradually calmed down, as if he had been understood. With a dull noise, he leaned forward and fell heavily to the ground. Mr. Xia has been very calm and calm. Listening to the voice, the corners of his eyes twitched. He stood up with difficulty holding the tree, looked at the sacrificial hall, and silently thought that God was indeed fair, but also ruthless. Next, what will meet your destiny? Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and his face showed shock and incredible emotion. The night sky in the distance was suddenly illuminated by dozens of light columns. The place where those pillars of light fall is the sacrificial Hall This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.