Zhutian Avenue

What is the blood volume of a head that can be bigger than the whole behemoth?

At this point, there is an answer.

Under the gaze of countless people, the blood flow high above the atmosphere is like a waterfall.

The blood volume is as large as the Yangtze River's backflow, penetrating 80,000 meters of atmosphere, and flapping over the boiling Pacific Ocean.

Stained with large areas of seawater, it also triggered countless competitions like fish and shrimp.

The video on everyone's mobile phone was cut off at this time, and it was fixed to the blood column that connected to Haitian like a pillar of heaven.

And that An Qisheng, who was standing 80,000 meters in the sky, with a long sword.

Huh~

The thin air wave at the high point of the atmosphere turned over, and An Qisheng hung his sword on his side, letting the giant snake pull the door of the different degrees like a meteorite.

Eyes condensed on the head of the greasy snake that fell into the boundless space.

The nightmare Hydra has nine heads, but not nine heads, but nine lives!

In the last moment of his sword, Russell decisively cut his head to survive and fell into the vast space.

"How long can one head live in space?"

An Qisheng's eyes were faint.

He uses a kind of meditation star magnetic field, to a certain extent, is already the master of the stars, and gathers the power of the mysterious star in a sword before he can cut off his head.

Even though Russell was crazy, in the end, he was keenly aware of the path of life, space, where the magnetic field of stars cannot reach.

Call~

As the mind turned, An Qisheng put away the sword of kingship that was still eager to try.

Step into the sky.

The natural disasters in many places caused by the riots in the field have not yet subsided, and will cause greater casualties after a while.

ended?

Looking at the darkened mobile phone screen, everyone was stunned and stunned. Under the ups and downs, I don't know how many people collapsed and fell to the ground.

Some people wept with joy, some fainted with great sorrow, some shouted loudly, and the whole world was suddenly in a mess.

Governments in various countries regretted it after they were surprised. If they knew such a trick, they would do a stupid pop-up video to inform everyone.

So, at the end of the war, everyone was still immersed in shock, surprise, and enthusiasm. All countries have been operating at a high speed and started to clean up the previous mess.

This includes, but is not limited to, operational readiness, notifications for various shelters, and the wreckage of countless air defense equipment, flying swords, and missiles.

And the wreckage of the fighter jet that was blown into the atmosphere and scattered everywhere, as well as nuclear bombs.

Especially nuclear bombs.

Because of the special envoys of nuclear bombs, they will not be easily detonated, but the nuclear bombs left behind are a major event that can make everyone's scalp numb.

If it falls into the hands of some terrorist organizations, the threat is self-evident.

And the government offices around the country also carried out rescue and disaster relief as soon as possible.

The battle between the two in the atmosphere at a height of 80,000 meters has caused tsunamis, earthquakes, and volcanic eruptions in many places, and this is still under the control of An Qisheng.

Otherwise, the two really started fighting on the ground.

After World War I, Xuanxing may not be ok, but humans are going to die.

An Qisheng didn't chase down. The trapped beast still struggled on the one hand, and on the other hand.

Huang Zhong only initially replaced the magnetic field of the stars. Although he could use it, he could not control it completely. If he forcibly pursued it in space, it might cause a chain reaction.

After many arrangements, many Western powers, including the Golden Eagle State, have already organized preparations for Daxuan.

Visit the leader of Daxuan,

And that one sword cut into the air has already let all individuals, forces, and even the country can not be ignored-Mr. An.

...

Xingcheng in the early morning did not have many lights.

Under the turbulent winds like a typhoon crossing, the streets are in a mess, and the people of Xingcheng who have never seen such a storm say that they dare not go out at all.

"Kiqi he..."

Looking through the window at the city like the little girl who was ravaged by the brawny man in the early morning, An Mu was worried and unbelievable.

Everyone is looking for Jackie Chan, but this...

"Yes, nothing..."

An Jianzhong licked his wife to comfort his wife, and a rough dream on his rough face.

He never dreamed that in just five years, his son had changed from a terminally ill patient who had been issued a critical illness notice by several major hospitals to a master who could fight the monster above the atmosphere.

He knows that An Qisheng has been looking for immortals to visit the road, but is the legendary immortal not so powerful?

The fighting in the atmosphere of tens of thousands of meters in the Pacific Ocean caused a gust of wind that almost destroyed Xingcheng, thousands of miles away. What a terrifying force is this?

His son became a fairy?

Rao is his son, and An Jianzhong can't accept it for a while.

Not to mention the mother who has never been out of the province in her life.

Hum~

At this time, the phone rang on the table.

An Jianzhong frowned, picked up the phone, and as soon as he connected, he gasped for a while at the end of the phone: "Old An, hurry up!"

"Old Jia, just say something, what is the atmosphere?"

An Jianzhong frowned.

He has been a law enforcer for decades. Of course, he knows how big a reaction his son's affairs will provoke. He is afraid that his family and his seven aunts and eight aunts have been investigated cleanly.

"Prepare to prepare, a lot of the big brothers come to Xingcheng, they are all coming to see you? We have Secretary Li to bring it, I am afraid that it will be here at dawn!"

The voice on the other side of the phone lowered.

"Secretary Li leads the way?"

Anjian Center made the first jump.

Then I realized that what I thought was still too low. What kind of gangster could let Secretary Li Tianliang lead him?

"People from Xuan Jing!"

The Anjian Center was suddenly shocked, and Shen Sheng responded: "I'll meet you now."

"Don't you!"

The voice on the other side of the phone was almost stuck, and he said with a sigh of relief: "If you go out to meet, wouldn't you sell me? And, it is they who visit you, what do you greet?"

hang up the phone.

An Jianzhong was still in a trance, faintly, he could guess that his treatment had to be raised by one level.

The reason for this is because his treatment has been raised several levels.

But this is not because of his own ability, but because of his own son...

...

A base in the northwest.

Bai Hu and Xu Hongyun walked into the hall in a trance.

The hall was empty, there was no one, only some rustling sounds of instruments, the white tiger looked around, looked blankly, two lines of tears fell silently on the cheeks:

"Brothers, I am back, I am back..."

Qinglong is dead,

The bluebird is dead,

Wang Zhixuan is dead,

Jiang Shili is dead,

The prisoner is dead,

Ji Ji died.

Chu Fan is dead,

Feng Mingtao is dead...

The seven senior executives of the special service bureau had only one person left, and there were only a handful of people in the special service bureau with dozens of talents.

None of the people who launched the decisive charge in the Pacific survived.

The out-of-control fighters fell into the sea at supersonic speed from the atmosphere, fell to the ground, and collided with each other, no one could survive.

Whether it is Chu Fan, Feng Mingtao, who has already learned the true story of the royal power, or the first glimpse of God, the Qinglong who is about to step into it.

Everyone is dead.

Only when he was doing such a task outside, and he had no time to rush back, he survived.

The endless sorrow filled the heart for a moment, and for a moment, the white tiger only felt that his mind was evacuated, knelt on the ground, his fists thumped on the cold ground, and hissed like a beast in the end:

"Ah! Ah! Ah!!!"

Xu Hongyun, the old Taoist priest, was also slumped down on the ground, his face was disappointed, and he was extremely sad.

He has been in the Special Service for nearly 20 years, and he has a deep friendship with each other. Where can he not be sad or sad.

Bang~

Bang Bang~

The white tiger thumped the ground heavily, and the bright ground was blown out of the cobweb-like cracks by the ground, and the sharp alarm sounded under the splash of earth and stone.

He wanted to hear Qinglong's scolding, the prisoner's comfort, and the bluebird's sarcasm...

But no.

All the members of the special service team who came here took off their hats and put their hands together, looking at the white tiger with a mad look.

"Baihu, Qinglong finally left you an email, do you want to watch it?"

It wasn't until Bai Hu's crying was exhausted that the whole person was dehydrated, Ying Long's voice rang from the hall.

Artificial intelligence does not have sad emotions, and its voice remains the same as before.

"Qinglong left an email? Why didn't you say it early?"

Xu Hongyun wiped his nose and stood up.

Crying has always been the best way to vent. No crying has been done for decades. Xu Hongyun's heart suddenly dissipated a lot.

"According to the records in the database, people's grief needs to be vented rather than suppressed. It takes just one hour to reduce the vent to incompleteness, and more to hurt."

Ying Long's voice hasn't changed much.

Bai Hu wiped her tears and stood up. The whole person seemed to be old for several years in an instant: "Transmit to me."

Hum~

In less than a second, a picture appeared in the white tiger's retina.

That is among the fighter planes driven by Qinglong.

"You don't understand anything about the Special Service, and I don't need to say anything."

Qinglong’s voice rang in Bai Hu’s heart: “I joined the army in sixteen and joined the Special Service Bureau in thirty-four. This life is also a well-deserved country. The only thing I am sorry for is my daughter.

She lost her mother, and now, even this optional dad is gone..."

"She is good at mathematics. She has won 13 awards in various competitions, three times first, six times second, four times third..."

For the first time, Bai Hu heard the gentleness in Qinglong's voice, and a little chatter:

"Intersect for 20 years, and finally beg you to do something to help me take care of my daughter. I have accumulated more than 3 million in these years. You take it and wait for her to marry her for dowry..."

In the end, Qinglong seemed to be nagging, and he didn't have the slightest account of his work, and his words didn't deviate from his daughter.

Bai Hu couldn't help but feel sour.

"Qinglong..."

Bai Hu sighed.

There are not many dreamers in the special service bureau, and Yinglong also has the most advanced technology, which can monitor in real time and hypnotize all dreamers at the last minute.

Let them enter the king's dream completely~www.wuxiaspot.com~Ke Qinglong, not a dreamer!

"Qinglong, maybe not dead."

At this time, Ying Long's voice rang again.

"what?"

Xu Hongyun suddenly raised his head and looked at the camera flashing red light: "How could it not be dead?"

Tens of thousands of meters above the sea at supersonic speed, where can I still live?

In fact, the instrument used to monitor Qinglong's heart rate also stopped beating.

"You said, the dream of kingship?"

It was a white tiger, his red eyes condensed.

"According to the comparison and analysis of many dreamers, Qinglong has all the conditions to become a dreamer. The reason why it has failed to achieve it is not because Qinglong masters the most profound hypnosis on Xuanxing..."

A lot of data is flowing like a waterfall, and Ying Long concluded: "It is because he is a dreamless person."

"No dreamers?"

The white tiger frowned.

After becoming a dreamer, just like other dreamers, he browsed a large number of books about dreams, and also learned a lot about dreams.

Not everyone will dream.

As far as he knows, there are two kinds, one is a mentally ill patient, and the other is a group with low intelligence.

Qinglong's IQ is naturally no problem.

that......

.......

Huh~

An Qisheng sat on the clouds and drifted with the waves. With the sword of king power in hand, he ignited the tide field to swell like waves.

It is always easier to destroy than the aftermath. Rao is that An Qisheng can perceive the entire star-bearing field in one thought, and it is also until the day when the sun hangs over the Pacific Ocean.

Only slowly opened his eyes, his eyes drooping down.

Under the clouds, there is a gale snake body that cannot be submerged by the Pacific Ocean, and that door of heterogeneity.

n.