Those lines were not invisible, but rather very thin, like the mosquitoes in the Fiend Prison. If Jing Jiu didn't use his sword vision to observe them carefully, he would have a hard time detecting them.
These lines were not active means of attack, so they naturally did not have any killing intent or hostility. They were just waiting for their targets to come into contact with them.
Just like many years ago, when he was killing monsters from the Snow Country in the snowy plains.
The question was, what kind of thread could be so thin and sharp that even his skin felt a slight sting?
Another question was, if the thread was so sharp, how was the end of the thread fixed?
He was a swordsman, so he naturally understood that the thinner an object was, the sharper it was. The problem was that the thinner an object was, the weaker it was, unless the internal strength of the object was very strong.
Countless pieces of information flowed through his consciousness like water.
There were related physics papers, one of which was very famous, and the gray sky curtain in the deepest part of the praying hall.
He looked into the depths of the night and sensed several dozen extremely weak aura fluctuations. Finally, he made a judgment.
The threads were made of the same material as the gray curtain — ultrafine particles.
Ultrafine particle materials refer to materials composed of ultrafine particles as basic units. Depending on the type, they will show different physical characteristics.
Space stations, military mechas, and space elevators often use this material.
When this material was developed to the extreme, it could naturally be used to kill people, and it would also have a certain classical beauty.
Someone had surrounded the praying hall with the threads made of the super-tiny particles.
However, as Ran Handong said, Jing Jiu would be safe as long as he didn't leave the praying hall; but how did the other party know that Jing Jiu would choose to leave?
Not only was he not surprised that his way of doing things had been guessed, he was even somewhat satisfied.
After waiting for so many days for a battleship to appear on the lawn of the University, that person finally appeared.
However, now was not the time to think about these problems. He had to leave first.
He had many ways to break these invisible lines, such as transforming into a sword light and burrowing into the ground.
However, perhaps it was because he wanted to compete with something sharp, or for some other reason, he chose the simplest and most direct method.
He raised his right hand and slashed at the seemingly empty night sky.
Pa pa pa pa! As if the strings of a harp in a concert hall had been cut at the same time, the sound of countless strings snapping could be heard in the night sky.
What followed was an extremely weak whistling sound, like the sobbing of ghosts.
With a 'chi chi' sound, something floated up, and a few extremely small and deep holes appeared on the ground.
Nothing could stop him now. He took a step forward, and the tear in his pants and clothes became even bigger.
He liked this blue sportswear the most. His eyes turned cold.
Though Zong Lizi couldn't see his eyes, she could sense the change in his mood. "I'll buy you a new one later," she comforted him hastily.
The lines of the super-particle materials were set up precisely outside the stone steps, so they didn't enter the absolute defensive range of the praying hall.
Jing Jiu led Zong Lizi down the stone steps, which meant that they had arrived outside the praying hall. As such, they were attacked by the enemies.
The ambush that the other party had prepared for a long time was naturally not limited to those dozens of thin threads.
One Wave Rush was something that only existed in the game and rarely happened in real life.
Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! A dozen dull and monotonous sounds of collisions came from the depths of the night. The sound was not loud, but it was very clear in the quiet night.
Before the sound of collision could be heard, a sharper whistle and real bullets had already reached the two of them.
Bullets rained down on the stone steps like a torrential rain.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Dozens of bright fireballs appeared in the night sky.
None of the bullets hit Jing Jiu like a torrential rain.
They couldn't even get within five meters of Jing Jiu.
A shapeless semicircle barrier enshrouded Jing Jiu and Zong Lizi, blocking those bullets.
As the bullets landed on the barrier, they turned into fireballs and dropped down feebly, resembling the sprays hitting the rocks.
Looking at the exploding bullets, Jing Jiu ascertained that they were shell-less bullets filled with non-standard chemicals. As such, the attackers had nothing to do with the military.
He could analyze the identity of the attackers calmly under the circumstances because he knew they were not in danger. Yet, Zong Lizi didn't know that.
Hearing the thunder-like booms and looking at the night sky surrounded by the bullets, Zong Lizi was so scared that her face turned pale. Yet, she didn't dare grab Jing Jiu's hand. All she could do was hold onto his clothes and hide behind his back, looking extremely pitiful.
Sensing the commotion behind him, Jing Jiu said, "Let's go."
The area in front of the praying hall was illuminated by countless bullets. Two figures were intermittently visible, walking forward slowly.
The youth walking in the front was walking steadily, as if he wasn't affected in the slightest.
Standing on the stone steps, Jiang Yuxia and a dozen main preachers were stunned speechless when they saw this amazing scene.
This scene couldn't last long, because Jing Jiu didn't like not fighting back when he was attacked.
As the bullets rained down, Jing Jiu began to observe and calculate the positions of those gunmen.
A sword will left his body and traveled to a distant place noiselessly under the cover of the bullets.
Jing Jiu didn't pay any more attention to these gunmen. He unleashed his sword awareness and started searching. His line of sight fell on a spot in the distance.
It was in the deep part of the prairie, seventy-seven kilometers away from the praying hall. There was a lonely big tree there.
There was an advanced flying device nearby, with a few heavy weapons hanging on it. It had been activated and could fly away at any moment.
Mr. Xia sat leaning against the tree, his eyes open.
The head of the Mo clan walked to the bottom of the flying device, the light armor on his body emitting a faint glow.
A clear and steady energy could be sensed from the flying device; it was unclear who it belonged to.
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It was the elite troop of the private army of the Mo clan that carried out the mission of the praying hall that day.
The Mo clan was responsible for most of the interplanetary transportation on the Stargate Base. To make money in the vast and dangerous space, they had to maintain a formidable armed force.
The weakest of these elite soldiers was a swordsman in the Golden State, and the firearms and equipment they used were of the highest quality.
The soldier responsible for the observation found that Jing Jiu had broken through the blockade of the super-particle material. He was shocked and hesitated for a few tenths of a second before Jing Jiu walked down the steps.
According to the instruction of the head of the Mo clan, these elite soldiers started firing without waiting for any order.
Thirty-five soldiers pulled the triggers almost at the same time, turning the night sky in front of the praying hall into a sea of fire.
Those elite soldiers had disguised themselves perfectly. Most of them were hiding in the sand dunes; the rest of them were hiding in the sparse shrubs and the flying device that hadn't left the ground yet. It was believed that even the special forces of the military couldn't locate them in a short time.
A sizzling sound was suddenly heard in addition to the clanking sounds in the night sky, as if a snake was slithering on the sand dunes.
A mark had indeed appeared on the sand dunes.
The mark extended from the east to the west, passing through the sand dunes and the bodies of those elite soldiers at an unimaginable speed. Then, it came out of the sand dunes, heading toward the shrubs and those flying devices.
The gunshots became sparse in a short time.
More than twenty elite soldiers of the Mo clan had died in the sand dunes in an instant.
If there was no follow-up investigation the next day, this patch of sand dunes would be their graves.
A few soldiers hiding in the shrubs felt something was out of place. Then, they felt a chill in their heads and saw nothing but darkness in front of their eyes. They fell to the ground and turned into corpses.
There was a delicate bloody hole in their temples, from which a little blood was flowing out slowly.
The few soldiers hiding under the flying device also fell to the ground soundlessly, turning into corpses with the same bloody holes in the same places.
The size and location of those bloody holes were very precise, as if they were made by the best surgeons with the best surgical instruments.
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The gunshots had stopped soon after.
The booming sounds caused by the bullets had stopped as well.
The sea of fire in front of the praying hall had vanished without a trace.
The magnificent building regained its solemnity under the starlight.
In the deep end of the prairie, the head of the Mo clan looked in the direction of the praying hall and asked in a trembling voice, "What is going on?"
This question was not directed to Mr. Xia, but to another person, who was the clear and steady energy that Jing Jiu had sensed in the flying device.
"I'll go and have a look."
A calm and confident voice came out from the communication device of the head of the Mo clan's light armor, followed by the sound of the cabin door opening.
That person was the personal bodyguard and driver of the head of the Mo clan, a highly achieved swordsman in the initial state of the Star State. He was invited by the Mo clan after he retired from the special forces of the military.
Hearing this, the head of the Mo clan felt a bit relieved, saying, "The target is a bit strange. You should be careful."
The retired swordsman didn't respond to him, nor did he come down.
Pah!!!
A round hole appeared on the sturdy cabin door of the flying device.
It looked like the round holes on the heads of those soldiers of the Mo clan who had turned into corpses.
The retired swordsman fell on the ground of the flying device, with a hole on his head, the fresh blood flowing out slowly.
The head of the Mo clan couldn't see the scene in the flying device, so he didn't know what had happened. He didn't get an answer even though he asked.
He suddenly felt cold, not because of the feeling of the light armor, but because of the smell of death in the night wind.
In order to dispel this fear, he left the flying device reflexively and ran toward a large tree not far away.
Mr. Xia had already opened his eyes when the attack began. Seeing the sorry state of the head of the Mo clan, a mocking expression showed in his eyes.
The head of the Mo clan ran to the front of him and said hoarsely, "What are you laughing at? You will be killed as well! "
"God is fair," said Mr. Xia. "I haven't done anything; why would I die?"
The head of the Mo clan was taken aback, as he exclaimed, "What the hell are you talking about … God …"
His voice stopped abruptly.
A small round hole appeared on the helmet of the light armor.
The blood spurted out, dyeing the helmet red.
Looking at Mr. Xia, the head of the Mo clan reached out his arms like a drowning child asking for help. In the end, he knelt down slowly without uttering any sound.
He looked at the wild grass under the tree.
The wild grass illuminated by the starlight didn't look green, but black.
It seemed that he had seen the darkest night, his eyes full of fear. Then, he gradually calmed down, as if he had found relief.
With a thud, his body leaned forward and fell heavily on the ground.
Mr. Xia had been calm and composed the entire time, but the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch a bit when he heard this sound.
He stood up with difficulty while leaning against the tree. Looking in the direction of the praying hall, he thought that God was indeed fair, but also merciless.
What would be the fate that awaited him next?
Suddenly, the pupils in his eyes shrank, a shocked and incredulous expression showing on his face.
The distant night sky was suddenly illuminated by dozens of light beams.
The place where the light beams landed was the praying hall.
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