Crossing to the Future, it’s Not Easy to Be a Man

1392: Uninvited guests.

While they were speaking, suddenly there was a whistle in the opponent's mech camp, and at the same time, the other's mech camp also screamed in response.

Ji Ming's eyes narrowed slightly: "Mecha is at war."

With Ji Ming's voice, they saw the mech camp behind them suddenly start, and the other camp did the same.

"Is this the beginning?" Luo Lang was stunned. He thought that they, like those who protect the law and enforce the history, would fight first, and then they would start the mecha battle.

"Then what do you want?" Ji Ming said helplessly, "Mecha Warfare, Ten Thousand Aircraft Wars, we can't even get in hand, they have their own way of fighting."

"I know, isn't war wary of tactics? Just come so directly ..." Even Luo Lang, a person who doesn't want to think too much, feels so warfare, too substandard.

"This is our best mecha division, which reflects the combat power." Ji Ming explained, "As for tactics, there are other mecha armies."

"Why didn't you see it?" Tang Ningyu looked around. Except for his group of people and the mecha camp that had already joined forces, no other existence was found.

"The battlefield for tactics is not here." Ji Ming pointed to a high mountain on their left. "Behind this mountain is a huge battlefield. All four of our mecha armies entered this time. The survival time is I do n’t know how many people can be left in three days. "

"However, this time, the leader is unnamed. He is one of the twelve guardians. He can sit in this position not because of his physical skill, but because of his mecha control. It is the most controlled of the twelve of us. The strong one has entered the emperor class. "

"Emperor level? Can't you fight against the emperor? According to the disorderly words, you can stand on your own." Mu Chaoran wondered, why such a strong person still stays under the lord's banner, which is not reasonable.

"Do you really believe that the emperor can fight the emperor?" Ji Ming sneered. "I have personally seen a result of an imperial master who wants to break away, and was eventually killed by the Lord directly."

"Because of Mecha!" Zhao Jun answered directly without asking the reason.

"Yeah, the disordered mecha is so bad that it can't play the level that an imperial priest should have. You must know that the imperial class can fight the emperor not by themselves, but by the imperial class machine. A, still the top-ranked imperial mech, without these, meeting the emperor is just a question of how long you can support. "Ji Ming sighed.

The other three people realized the meaning of Ji Ming's sentence at the beginning.It stands to reason that it can indeed fight, but in disorder, it can't. This is why the thirteen masters can sit firmly on the throne. Even if the mecha division is strong, the mecha without the cooperation is still not their opponent.

This can also explain why this unknown emperor-level master is still one of the twelve guardians of the Colorful Palace.Especially the newly appointed Gen Lord, they still don't know the true character of Ling Lan. Who knows if he will be another cruel and would rather ruin than let him free?

While they were talking on the side, they had been coldly watching their twelve imperial enchanters, and finally could not bear it.

"Ji blind man, you come out to me." A black man with a cold face, about forty or so, suddenly shouted at Ji Ming.

Ji Ming suddenly looked up and saw the man, and he suddenly smiled: "Yo, it turned out to be black mud."

"The last time I said, one day I will kill you, and now I tell you, it is today, you come out and die." The black man named Hei Tu has a great grudge against Ji Ming. People call each other nicknames, and they know that the two are already intolerant, but in the past, the 13 masters maintained stability. They did not have the opportunity to let them resolve this grudge. Today, as an enemy, they can finally start this life and death. Battle, come to vent hatred in your heart.

"Oh, it's exactly what I want." Ji Ming narrowed his eyes and took a step forward, then came to the center.

The other party also flashed and came to Ji Ming.

"It's so murderous." Zhao Jun frowned, "Does this battle really kill you?"

"Of course, in general, this kind of direct naming will not stop until the one side is dead." Yu Shangfei, who has been silent, explained to them.

"I always thought that your twelve guardianship laws, law enforcement, imperial history, charmers and the like are fixed, and the battle is only the end. After all, you belong to the most trusted and strongest men of the Lord, and will not let you It is easy to die. "Luo Lang was surprised.

"The number twelve does not change, because if someone dies, there will be new people coming up. Below us, there are too many powerful backups. Yu Shangfei said indifferently.

This is the real situation under the thirteen masters. No one knows when he will die in war. Even if he climbs to a seat like their twelve guardians, it will be hard to escape this ending.

Luo Lang and others felt the cruelty of the disorderly zone from Yu Shangfei ’s words. If they go to the central zone, with their strength, even if they cannot become a strong party, they can also be the guests of the giants and enjoy their worship. Even if you are unlucky, you can still live in one place, and you can live safely to old age.But here, they don't know how many tomorrows they have, maybe today is the last day.

Although Luo Lang and others still want to know more about disorder, but their opponents do not want them to easily stand aside, and they will come to the next battle.This kind of invitational battle is not a deadly battle. When it reaches the end, it can't fight anymore, and it will be a truce.Of course, if you are too weak to make the other party feel that there will be no cost to kill you, they will definitely show their fangs, and they will directly cut you off.

At this time, an uninvited guest was ushered in the Lihuo Palace, which was thousands of miles away.

This uninvited guest is still uninvited.

Lying on the bed, he was squinting and enjoying the departure of the maids, and suddenly he looked at the half-air of the hall and said coldly: "Since it is coming, why don't you show up?"

With this sound, a figure slowly condensed out of the air with nothing. He was wearing a red robe in the sun, but with a cold breath. The two extremes of cold and hot were surprising to him. The fusion of the image, with the indiscriminate look of the male and female, feels that it has grown to the extreme of humanity, and can only appear in the painting.

PS: Only this chapter, do n’t blame my wife, I ’ve tried my best, just this chapter, it took me three and a half hours to rage the keyboard!