Originally, a group of two people from the Americans had been lying in ambush in the ruins, wanting to catch them off guard. However, the short-haired girl had already seen their actions clearly.
Just as the two of them rushed out, Lin Qing's telekinesis collided head-on.
Then, An Ran's big fireball came.
It was the size of a washbasin, and its power was comparable to a missile.
The two of them were blown back in one move.
Su Xing had taken care of five of America's 19 members. William and the other water control and perception-type Metahumans stayed behind. The number of people on the battlefield was almost the same.
America only had one extra person, but Great Xia had two cannons.
Coupled with the fact that they were caught off guard, they were actually suppressed by the Great Xia people for a moment.
Especially when Su Xing reached the edge of the battlefield.
Su Xing observed the situation for a while, then pointed forward and said,"
"The white feather in the morning is not in the stone ridge.”
A three-meter-tall giant roared furiously. With a single step, the earth shook and the mountains shook. After catching Ding Yiran's weakness, he charged forward and sent her flying.
His body suddenly leaped down like a ferocious tiger, choosing to devour people. His eyes were filled with ruthlessness.
He did not care about the attacks of the others at all. A pair of iron-pot-sized fists smashed down with earth-shaking power.
If it was smashed, not even a whole corpse would be left behind.
"Not good!" In the distance, Lin Qing noticed this and hurriedly set up a psychic barrier.
However, in just an instant, the air was filled with cracks.
The telekinetic barrier shattered like glass, but the other party's momentum did not slow down much.
An arrow pierced through the air and appeared on the giant's temple.
"Roar!" The giant howled in pain.
His right hand was barely able to block in front of his face, but a hole was torn open.
After the arrow pierced through his palm, it was unable to pierce through his head.
However, taking advantage of this opportunity, Ding Yiran first rolled and then repeatedly flipped backwards to increase the distance between them.
There was still a trace of fear on his face.
If he hadn't checked earlier, he would have been killed by this person.
Su Xing's eyes turned and he said again,"The white feather in the morning is not in the stone ridge.”
Another American's counterattack was interrupted.
And his situation was even worse. The moment he was interrupted, he was slashed by Zhang Zexi, and half of his body was cut open.
Su Xing paused for a moment to catch a glimpse of the light in his mind.
Just now, when he was concentrating on finding a chance to attack, he sensed something.
Seven or eight seconds later, Su Xing's eyes suddenly lit up.
"It's not in the stone ridge." An arrow shot out instantly.
"General, draw your bow at night." Another arrow shot out.
Su Xing's eyes became extremely bright, like the stars.
Speaking of which, this "Song of Zhang Pushe" was the one he practiced the most.
However, there was not much progress.
Just now, when he was focused on finding a chance to attack, he inadvertently found a breakthrough point.
Every poem would have a unique frequency when it attracted the talent of heaven and earth.
And he had grasped the frequency of this poem.
When he used this poem again, he could directly adjust the frequency. He could almost instantly mobilize the talent of heaven and earth. It was not as limited as before.
"Arrows!" Su Xing's eyes flickered as he extended his hand and pointed forward.
An arrow instantly appeared behind the target.
The warrior barely turned around, but the arrow still pierced through his shoulder.
Su Xing did not care about the other party's injuries, but was excited that he had finally taken the first step.
One had to know that Su Xing's ability was unreasonably strong, but his weakness was also not small.
On one hand, he could only increase his star-level through the core, and on the other hand, the prelude to casting was too long.
For example, the last two sentences of "Song of Zhang Pushe" were ten words.
For example,[Journey of the Chivalrous] required more than 20 words to trigger the talent of heaven and earth.
If he was ambushed, he would probably be beheaded before he could even finish his sentence.
After grasping the corresponding frequency, he only needed two words, or even one word, to trigger the talent of heaven and earth.
Even though this was the only poem that could do it, after the first time, other poems would be able to do it sooner or later.
As the saying goes, everything is difficult at the beginning.
Now that he had done it, Su Xing was naturally happy.
"Arrows!"
"Arrow!"
"Arrow!"
Su Xing pointed his finger forward, and arrows fell one after another.
In just a few breaths, a warrior couldn't dodge in time and his left eye was pierced by the arrow.
His body fell from the sky.
"Hahahaha, good!" The others also noticed this change and were instantly overjoyed.
However, after a dozen arrows, Su Xing put down his finger.
No mana…no vitality.
He looked at the 1785/1800 on his interface.
After pondering for a moment, Su Xing took out a core and absorbed it.
Although their side had the advantage in the situation, it was hard to say if there would be any changes, such as the death of one or two people in the other party's desperate counterattack.
Unfortunately, the plan he had just made had failed again.
"System, interface."
[Host: Su Xing (Level 1, 6-star)]
Energy, 65/2800
[Vitality: 1600]
[Age: 18]
[Strength: 14.9 (Normal adult in this world is 5)]
[Agility: 14.8]
[Constitution: 15.7]
Su Xing pointed forward.
"Arrow!"
"Arrow!"
"Arrow!"
"Arrow!"
In an instant, everyone felt the care and concern of an emotionless Gatling gun shooter!
With three shots in two seconds, everyone felt like they were raining arrows.
The members of America, who were already in a precarious situation, suddenly collapsed.
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