Chapter 1140
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"Stillness. No struggle. No one!"
"Thousands of fireworks! How can he still be alive"
"Fantastic, it's finally dead! This monster was giving me a hard time!"
These commanders were so excited they could cry. If Zhao Ping'an hadn't died, they would have truly collapsed.
Smith puffed out a breath and relit his pipe.
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Qin Mulan staggered, almost falling. She never thought she'd see Zhao Ping'an's downfall with her own eyes one day. She hadn't even fought him, hadn't even become his woman completely!
And just then.
The flames finally died down.
Yet, a figure still hovered in mid-air, with faint wisps of smoke lingering around it.
If it's not Zhao Ping'an, who else could it be
Oh...
Seeing Zhao Ping'an was still alive, countless near-death cries rang out above the sea and in the air. All eyes were fixed on his figure, almost popping out of their sockets.
"Peace" Qin Mulan's eyes suddenly regained their vitality.
"Tremble... Tremble, Heavenly War God"
Ma Changlin opened his mouth, completely unable to believe what he was seeing.
"My God, what is this creature made of What is it's body made of!" A shaken Allied commander exclaimed in astonishment.
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Fulford's trousers were damp, and he trembled as he turned to face Smith.
Look! *Tap!*
Smith's pipe tumbled from his lips, but he didn't even seem to notice. He had served in the army for nearly five decades, participating in countless battles and engaging with warriors and cultivators alike.
This kind of attack has never happened before. No matter what martial artist or cultivator they are, as long as they are bombarded by the fireworks, they can't hold on for long.
Why can he
Could it be that martial artists cultivate immortality How terrifying!
boom boom boom.
The allied soldiers on the battleship were all huddled in despair, their spirits crushed. In a modern society built on science, fireworks were practically the most powerful weapon imaginable.
If fireworks can't kill him, what else is there to do
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Zhao Ping'an finally spoke again, his voice emotionless. "I've seen your tactics. Now, let you see my skills!"
After finishing his words, he raised a hand and pointed toward the sky.
Immediately.
Above, dark clouds began to roll, and within them, streaks of electric light bloomed, as if the clouds themselves were roaring!
Zhao Ping'an said, "Chop!"
Click!
Hundreds of bolts of lightning ripped through the sky, not just one but dozens, striking the warships with deadly accuracy.
The battleship was covered in electric light, a dense and flowing spectacle.
"Ah ah ah..."
The allied warships quickly sent out cries of pain, with soldiers lying on the ground and convulsing. The most severe cases were directly turned black all over.
Until this moment.
Smith finally regained his composure, but an unprecedented shock and fear filled his eyes. He roared, "Fire! Keep firing! Quickly, launch all the fireworks at once!"
"At the same time, all those in the battle formations raised their guns and fired! Quickly!"
He walked from gunfire to this day, even when someone pointed a gun at his head he wouldn't frown. But the scene before him was beyond comprehension, it was something that had to be feared!
Upon hearing the order, the commanding officers quickly relayed it down the ranks.
"What Because Raiden entered, the electron energy was destroyed, and now all instruments are malfunctioning"
"What, there's still electricity on the ground You won't go down, you idiot. I'll let you go down and open fire!"
"Hey hey hey, speak up! Come on, talk quickly. Did you get struck by lightning Talk!"
They were all holding walkie-talkies, but without exception, almost all of them were damaged because of the lightning.
Click!
Click!
The thunder still struck relentlessly, the dark clouds cloaked the earth, and lightning was like the roots of a towering tree, stretching down in a dense network.
The difference lies in the fact that lightning illuminates this land like a dark night!
Zhao Ping'an walked down ten meters with every step in the flickering light, his steps light and ethereal, like a fairy descending to earth!
He walked and said, “The time for reckoning has come…”amily had cooperated with Zhēixīnggé for many years, the relationship was deeply rooted. If Zhao Ping'an hurt Zhao Changhai today, and tomorrow they found the sword in the tomb again, things would be...