Invade the World Chapter 353

   Chapter 353 "Want to die or live?"

Xu Xiangyang held the pistol in his arms, his fingertips were still trembling, but he never hesitated for a moment. He was bold and fast, and rushed up the stairs with great strides. At first, he tried to be steady, worried about being discovered, and then his heart burned like fireworks. His emotions, he walked faster and faster, and his steps became bigger and bigger, and later he was walking like flying.

   And the consequence of being so reckless is—

  Xu Xiangyang collided with the opponent's hand head-on.

   The moment he walked out of the fire escape, a man in a peaked cap happened to walk in front of him, and the two almost smashed their foreheads.

   Seeing the other party as a stranger he didn't know, with a face that looked too young, he was stunned for half a second at first, but then quickly reacted.

   "You don't move, I...!"

   I don't know if it was because he was too nervous, but the fingers of the man in the cap twitched like a twitch from his pocket, making it unclear whether he was planning to draw a weapon or summon an evil spirit.

   But it doesn't matter anymore.

   Because Xu Xiangyang is faster than him.

  The boy raised his palms, squinted his eyes slightly, held his breath, and the tentacles of consciousness that were ready to go converged into a bundle, like a bowstring drawn into a semicircle.

  The invisible arrow from the string shot out from his palm like lightning, penetrating the other side's Heavenly Spirit Cover.

   The head of the man in the peaked cap jerked back—like a sniper bullet from a thousand miles away.

   Although from the outside, there is no trace of injury on his forehead, the man's natural defense line of consciousness was indeed destroyed in that instant.

   His eyes turned white, and his body fell back limply.

   In the eyes of others, it seems that Xu Xiangyang and him bumped into each other, just looked at each other, and this person fell straight down...

   At least in the eyes of the cap man's companions, that's it.

   In the corridor more than ten meters away, there was still a person standing. He witnessed this scene with his own eyes, and hurriedly shouted, trying to call for help from other nearby companions, but was so flustered that he couldn't even release the evil spirit immediately.

  Xu Xiangyang frowned.

   It seems that he is doing this kind of thing for the first time after all, and he is still a little unskilled, and he failed to notice the existence of the enemy companion in time. This time, the entire floor may be attracted.

but…

   His brows were quickly stretched out again.

   This is a matter of time. In order to find Xingjie's whereabouts, he must search every corner with a strong attitude, and he is destined to be surrounded and blocked by a large group of men. .

   So, come on, come on.

   Destroy all these people and ask for information one by one, which is exactly what he wants.

  Xu Xiangyang took another step.

  The boy's footsteps echoed on the tiled floor, and the corners of his white shirt fluttered in the wind.

   His figure was quietly reflected on the transparent and shining window glass on the side of the corridor, from one to the next.

  The entire floor is in the shape of a "back", his eyes shone with concentration, a sharpness that does not match his age, scanning the corner of the wall and the glass of the opposite corridor.

   The man who called for help had already hurried to that place. I don't know if it was because he was not good at fighting, he didn't even think about resisting—

   But this man cannot escape.

   Because Xu Xiangyang has seen him.

  When his eyes fell on the man's back, the man seemed to feel something, and the whole man's running posture became obviously stiff, like a stone dug out of mud, and then fell down motionless.

   As long as it is within Xu Xiangyang's field of vision, the object he can see with the naked eye, the offensive of consciousness invasion will become extremely fast.

  A smoke filled the corridor, billowing, and the outline of the evil ghost appeared in the light green poisonous smoke.

   But Xu Xiangyang didn't even look at it, and quickly locked on the psychic who was hiding behind the evil spirit.

"Uh…!"

  The middle-aged woman with long hair who tried to sneak attack from the corner hugged her head and curled up. The mist swirled around her, and the evil spirit's face quickly faded, struggling in pain.

  Xu Xiangyang put his hands in his pockets, walked slowly in front of her, raised his foot, and kicked the opponent's face hard.

   The psychic medium, who lost control because of the rampage of his own evil spirit, couldn't resist, and was kicked to the ground and the back of the head was smashed on the door panel, and he fainted directly.

   While he was beating, an evil spirit recovered from the curled position hanging from the ceiling, stretched his body like a seahorse, and the sharp gray mouthparts slammed into the head of the young man below.

  Xu Xiangyang didn't turn his head back, the evil spirit on the ceiling stopped in an instant, let out a painful roar, and curled up again, while the controller hiding behind the corner began to lie on the ground and roll desperately.

  —forward, forward.

The mediums on the floor were all organized, and monsters with different shapes, sizes, and appearances lined up into teams. The air vibrated substantially in the sense of oppression released by the evil spirits like tigers coming out of their cages.

   And there was only one person standing in front of them.

His pace is not slow or slow, but whether it is floating in the air, sticking to the ground, or clinging to the wall, the evil spirits don't even have time to release their special abilities, they fall down and lose their ability to move, and what's worse, they directly disperse into mist. , disappeared into the air; and the people who were spiritually connected to it naturally fell down without exception.

At this time, no one has the time to check the life and death of the fallen. They only feel that they have fallen down like stubble of wheat, and they don't even have time to let out a scream of pain, and they are silent. closed his eyes.

   In the eyes of this group of people, this young boy who suddenly appeared in front of them was no different from the **** of death who came to the world to harvest his life.

   Gradually, fear began to take hold of their hearts.

No one could see clearly how their companions fell; what was attacking, they couldn't catch the traces of the hostile evil spirits, all they could see was the lonely figure of the other party, approaching them step by step .

  Because he has been staring at him with widened eyes, Xu Xiangyang always felt that his eyes were slightly sour, but he did not dare to relax for a moment, his forehead was sweating uncontrollably.

The uninterrupted and brutal "psychic" of all the objects he saw was a test for him, because he had never used his abilities so frequently in the past; and it was not until he really let go of his hands and feet that Xu Xiangyang realized that he The mental state of the heart is more active than expected, and the mental capacity seems to be stronger than ordinary people.

   Maybe it's the effect of adrenaline, at least so far he hasn't felt tired.

   It took less than ten minutes from his appearance on the other side of the floor to the collapse of the stargazing party.

   During the whole process, he never took a step back, because no one could stop him, and no psychic was his enemy of unity.

  After the situation was suppressed by him alone, the other party obviously saw a way, and the rest of the people stopped rushing up, and even the surrounding evil spirits gathered around.

   In the blink of an eye, the large flat floor became empty, and there was no half-person in sight.

   "Are you hiding?"

  Xu Xiangyang took a deep breath, and while relieving his inner tension, he quietly held the handle of the pistol again, and at the same time deliberately raised his volume.

  "—Who gave you the illusion that you won't die as long as you don't see it?"

When    said this, he couldn't help but feel a joy in his heart, and it was rare to have the opportunity to speak such a majestic line.

   This group of people probably regarded their performance just now as some kind of psychic ability that requires the use of eyes as a medium, and can have an effect similar to "one-hit kill".

   This is a matter of course guesswork. But is this considered a high-level view, or a low-level view?

  Xu Xiangyang soon heard someone shouting in response, confirming his guess:

   "Be careful, don't listen to him! Just don't meet his eyes..."

   Before he finished speaking, this guy's voice turned into a painful whimper, as if his throat was being pinched by a pair of invisible hands.

  Xu Xiangyang half-squinted his eyes and looked at the ceiling.

   After half a sound, a man's body fell out of the ventilation duct, making a heavy "pop" sound.

   "It's actually in that kind of place, I really know how to hide. But..."

   He shook his head.

"It's useless."

  More than one person was looking at him from different hiding corners, staring at him with eyes mixed with fear, surprise and nervousness, watching the young man who suddenly appeared.

Not only human beings are falling, evil spirits are also disappearing one by one, they are worried about following suit, so no one takes the liberty to attack, trying to find the weakness of this person, or at least understand how he attacked .

   In this regard, Xu Xiangyang acted as if he didn't realize it, and in the eyes of everyone, he simply closed his eyes.

  —The tentacles of consciousness expand, spreading with him as the center, penetrating the barriers between concrete walls and reality barriers, and quickly grasping the weakness of one target after another at the spiritual level.

   It's enough to just taste it.

   is like smashing your heart with a sledgehammer, with great strength and unstoppable force.

   After realizing that there is no point in hiding or resisting, the members of the stargazing club finally began to panic, and panic was most easily spread among the crowd.

"what is happening-?!"

   "How did he use his abilities?"

   "Could it be... Could it be an invisible evil spirit? I can't be psychic at all!"

For this group of people, what is happening in front of them is something they cannot understand, because Xu Xiangyang's ability has been imagined to manipulate some kind of terrifying and strange, invisible but able to act silently, an unheard of killer evil spirit. .

   But as he said before, it is not clear whether this is a high opinion or an underestimation, and the premise is fundamentally wrong.

  Xu Xiangyang is not a psychic, he is a psychic, but he has psychic abilities far beyond the level of a psychic.

   sounds very simple; and it is this simplicity itself that constitutes a power that is insurmountable and unshakable by others.

   In Xu Xiangyang's opinion, the various fancy monsters and superpowers that this group of people are proud of are not as threatening as a gun in the hands of ordinary people.

Of course…

The boy with his eyes closed raised his eyebrows slightly, and he felt a feeling like a light on his back, and the tentacles of consciousness quickly counterattacked along this feeling, grasping the source of the crisis, which was the muzzle of a black hole; the next breath, A mental storm swept through the brain of the gunman, and he fell straight down.

  As his psychic abilities grew, his intuition—what people called his "sixth sense" seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, even consciously controlling it, turning it into an advantageous weapon.

"you…!"

   "Get out of the way."

  In the end, everyone who stood in front of him fell.

   The only one who didn't fall down, he barely survived several large-scale "spiritual storm" attacks, and seemed to be the strongest one in this group, both in terms of willpower and ability.

   This guy covered his head and muttered in pain, but he still wanted to continue to summon evil spirits. Xu Xiangyang once again dismissed his attempt, but he still picked up the communicator with his trembling hand, and raised the knife with the other hand, staring fiercely at the boy standing in front of him.

   The dagger is held in the palm of the blue-veined palm.

   With a very steady hand, he might still be a trainer.

  ...Looking at this action-movie-like posture, if you just walk by, you might actually be cut.

   The opponent did not give up resistance, and it was unlikely that he would obediently give information.

  Xu Xiangyang felt a little tricky.

  If he wants to deal with this kind of enemy, his psychic ability may not be as shallow as before.

   After experiencing several shocks that only stayed in the "superficial level of consciousness", the other party did not fall. If it goes on like this, this guy may gradually adapt to this attack method, and the situation will be passive.

  If you want to decide the outcome in one fell swoop, you need to make a deep and forcible connection like dealing with the old man in the haunted house.

   But this approach is a double-edged sword. Although it is a trump card that can be effective no matter how powerful evil spirits are faced, it will also pull his own consciousness into the confrontation.

   He still has to go to see Xingjie, there is no time and there is no need to do such a dangerous thing...

   Besides, he was already prepared.

  Xu Xiangyang finally took out the gun in his arms and aimed it at the opponent's forehead.

   "Want to die or live?"

   The man's forehead immediately poured with cold sweat, and the fierce expression disappeared. He looked down at the gun in the boy's hand several times, and seemed to have finally calmed down.

   He raised his hands and swallowed.

   "Calm down, calm down, I think you're still a student, right? There's no need to do this kind of thing... It can be negotiated, anything can be negotiated..."

While    was speaking, the footsteps of this person were still moving forward at an insignificant range.

   is a very subtle little movement, which is difficult for inexperienced people to detect.

   Actually, Xu Xiangyang didn't notice either.

   He just sighed, "clicked", opened the safety, and loaded the bullet.

   At this moment, the other party's expression completely solidified on his face.

   "Want to die or live?"

  The boy repeated, pulling the trigger without hesitation.

   (end of this chapter)

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