One Man’s Power

On the north side of the island, on the beach, the sunlight on May 1st was particularly strong, and Li Xuekong's voice was weak, which shocked Tang Hong.

"I feel like I won't make it through today."

Li Xuekong repeated it again, bent over and began to cough violently, his back was bent and old.

"What?"

Tang Hong almost lost his grip on the phone.

facing the sun,

Facing the sea and sky, the Atlantic Ocean,

Tang Hong's pupils jumped wildly, and the lightning blasted the air, and he looked at the WeChat video interface.

On the screen, Li Xuekong's face was exhausted. His lifespan was exhausted, his oil was exhausted, his body and mind were exhausted, and Tang Hong's heart was aroused by the look of his spirit.

He is really old.

Life is over.

At this moment, Li Xuekong was standing at the end of this extraordinary road, at the end, he was only one foot away.

But he was really reluctant.

"What should I do?"

"well."

Li Xuekong's face lacked any color, and even had more wrinkles, age spots, and dull eyes. These characteristics are normal for an elderly person, but they are absolutely unimaginable for a person who has become a saint.

The saint breaks the limit of the human body for the fourth time!

The skin on the body surface is like jade, like glass, but it doesn't shine.

but……

The corners of his mouth were crooked, his skin twitched, and his appearance became very ugly.

His hair is thin, and the thick black hair mixed with a lot of white hair represents the traces of time spent in these years.

"no."

"Not yet." Li Xuekong gritted his teeth and let out a low growl from the depths of his throat.

The will to become a saint forcibly stimulates the desire to survive.

But the crumbling old body seemed to fall down the next moment and could never stand up again, which made Tang Hong's heart tremble.

"Li Shengzhe, wait, I'll help you contact the Central Research Institute immediately." Tang Hong quickly grabbed another spare mobile phone and immediately dialed Fang Nanxun's private number.

Fang Nanxun cooperated with the Central Research Institute's experiment, and is the object of the artificial god plan, and now he has a strong strength close to Li Xuekong's peak period.

to be honest.

Fang Nanxun has more weight.

"Old Fang!"

Tang Hong dialed Fang Nanxun's private number, and made a quick request: "This matter is brought up by you, and those people will pay more attention to it if you come forward to urge it."

The other side of real-time communication.

Fang Nanxun fell silent.

In fact, Fang Nanxun was already mentally prepared.

The moon is cloudy and sunny, and people have joys and sorrows. No one can escape the fate of life and death.

Fang Nanxun understood...

Li Xuekong won't last until June 1st...

Children's Day on June 1st of the international Gregorian calendar is the midsummer of this year.

"Are you there?? Old Fang??"

Hearing Tang Hong's urgent urging again, Fang Nanxun had no choice but to respond: "Tang Hong, don't worry, I'll ask."

Tang Hong was really anxious: "Hurry up, hurry up."

Tang Hong's voice revealed the color of pleading, he, Fang Nanxun, and even the world's extraordinary saints, no one can help Li Xuekong.

It's all about Central Research Institute.

Or whether research institutions in other countries have made any breakthroughs.

Life limit is not an injury!

This is especially the case for peak saints like Li Xuekong, who have gone through countless life-and-death battles, and their human potential has been exhausted. Injecting drugs doesn't work, and they must borrow the mysterious power of gods or natural immortals to continue their lives.

"Hold on."

Fang Nanxun dialed Dr. Sang's private number, and then dialed the private number of the person in charge of the Western European research institute, and asked all major research institutes around the world.

In fact, it is superfluous. No one wants Li Xuekong to fall down. All parties are paying close attention to this matter. There are more than ten life extension plans, all of which can be implemented. , at all costs, is no less important than the disclosure of the extraordinary world.

The Huaguo Central Council issued a death order...

The same goes for Western European countries...

The plan to capture the [immortal] and the plan to imitate the [divine body] have made no progress, and the top leaders of various countries are more anxious than Tang Hong.

It is conceivable that before midsummer, the first saint in history dies, it will be a head-on critical blow, and the will of the saint will be shaken by it.

Furthermore.

Without Li Xuekong, without the powerful combat power of this peak saint, what do humans have to resist this year's midsummer catastrophe.

It doesn't mean that it won't work if there is one less.

It's just that there are not many saints, and if there is one less, it will make the situation worse.

Therefore, it has been included in the midsummer plan for all human beings in the world to do their best to help Li Xuekong survive!

...

after awhile.

Fang Nanxun called Tang Hong back.

"kindness."

"Be mentally prepared." Fang Nanxun thought carefully about his words.

Tang Hong felt cold all over: "What do you mean?"

Fang Nanxun: "I asked around, and no one can help Saint Li Xuekong at present. Before midsummer, life and death can only be determined by himself."

Tang Hong: "Yes, but the sage Li Xuekong said that he can't survive today."

"Today? Today is only May 1st." Fang Nanxun smiled suddenly: "You underestimate Li Xuekong's will."

Tang Hong was speechless for a while.

"alright."

"Don't make a fuss." Fang Nanxun's relaxed voice came from the other side of the communication: "Today is Labor Day, May 1st. It's early, and there is still one month before this year's midsummer... After such a long time, maybe there will be a solution."

Tang Hong took a deep breath: "You mean the sage Li Xuekong misjudged himself? Is it possible?"

A majestic saint!

Absolutely impossible to go wrong!

Reason and sobriety are the core cornerstones. Moreover, the control of the body is meticulous and insightful. It can be said that it is God's perspective. No one has the right to oppose the life and death judgment made by an extraordinary person based on his own situation.

Fang Nanxun also agreed very much: "Tang Hong, you are right."

He added: "But he's old."

"this."

Tang Hongru was struck by lightning and froze in place, speechless for a long time.

After hanging up the phone and stabilizing his mood, Tang Hong quickly looked at the other phone screen. Li Xuekong looked old and dying and said in a low voice, "I'm leaving, what can you do?"

Tang Hong's heart was filled with panic: "No, there must be a way."

Li Xuekong didn't have the strength to open his eyes, and leaned against the small tree next to him exhaustedly: "Stop talking, I'm so tired, take a break."

"well."

Tang Hong said repeatedly, without hanging up the communication, just listening quietly.

'Fortunately, Saint Li Xuekong didn't hang up. '

'I can hear his breathing, the slight sound of his heartbeat and blood flow, it will be all right. '

Tang Hong didn't know how to speak, and his indescribable mood was quite complicated, like a thousand words turned into a silent prayer.

along the way.

Extraordinary fate is poured before the gods.

This time will be no exception.

Tang Hong thought for a while, then sat cross-legged on the beach, pressed the phone tightly to his right ear, closed his eyes and sat quietly, making slight movements throughout the process.

...

May 1st is International Labor Day, a holiday shared by working people all over the world, and it is a legal holiday.

China will have three consecutive days off.

But no matter which country or region, any holiday does not include supernatural beings.

'The holy one sits on the altar. '

‘From morning till night, throughout the year, there is no time off. '

Tang Hong wiped the corners of his eyes, lowered his head, and continued to listen to the movement on the other side of the communication.

He was a little nervous, afraid that if someone didn't pay attention, there would be no more voices over there. Then what should I do, I will probably still welcome the midsummer with a smile.

'But in our fifties, we are only middle-aged, and for us Chaofan, the road has come to an end. '

'unfair. '

'At any rate, hold on to the day after midsummer, when the extraordinary world is fully revealed. ’ Tang Hong was confused, and sat on the beach with wild thoughts. I originally hoped that the midsummer node would arrive soon, but now it has changed. I wish time would pass slowly.

Wait for Li Xuekong.

Wait for this old man.

This holy person has devoted all his time and effort to the blocking war, even though the gods above him don't care, and even though human beings are just wishful thinking.

...

He heard the tranquility of the blue sea and blue sky, waves crashing against the rocks on the shore, crashing tides ebb and flow, there are always waves pushing forward waves behind, and he also heard Li Xuekong's faint panting.

He heard the vitality of the dense forest, the singing of birds and insects, and the flying of seagulls.

He heard someone whispering in the distance, there were warships cruising in the sea, and the sky was getting dark.

He heard a few crabs crawling around, and the moon rose to shine on the beach. The night was too long.

Every minute, every second, is as long as a world.

Tang Hong couldn't help recalling the lightning raid that took place in Huaguo in November last year, which caused heavy casualties, so he persisted.

"Ha ha!"

"I underestimated me! Not dead, not dead."

On May 2nd, in the early morning, Li Xuekong's joyous cry sounded like an old child on the other side of the communication.

Tang Hong didn't open his eyes all day.

At this moment, he opened his eyes and saw the blue Atlantic Ocean. Tang Hong touched the corners of his eyes: "Very good, congratulations, Uncle Li."

"Tang Hong." Li Xuekong's voice suddenly became heavy and serious: "We are about the same age, it is more appropriate to call me Brother Li, what do you think?"

Tang Hong said softly: "Of course."

He feels no relief, no amusement, no joy.

There is only endless respect in his heart.

Fang Nanxun was right, Li Xuekong's lifespan was indeed at the end of his powerlessness, but his will and faith were as towering as a mountain, surpassing the theoretical limit!

Relying on himself alone, without knowing the source of his persistence, Li Xuekong forcibly survived this day.

It's a miracle!

The miracle of tiny life!

Break common sense, break cognition, break the shackles of life span!

further back.

People thought that tomorrow morning would be Li Xuekong's upper limit.

But tomorrow after tomorrow, this old man's fighting spirit has no limit, racing against time, and tug-of-war with death, he is bound to bloom a light and heat in midsummer.

soon.

Into the middle of May.

"Let's watch a movie."

Li Xuekong surfed the Internet clumsily, bought a three-year VIP membership, played the movie "Overlord", chose a Blu-ray version, and clicked on the Dolby sound effect that didn't know what to do.

Li Xuekong has a small dream.

When I was alive, I watched a movie and saw a reminder popping up on the screen that the VIP membership was about to expire.

"It's a good movie, but it's too loud."

Li Xuekong is holding the phone and wearing reading glasses, his eyes have been a little blurry in the past few days.

His face was heavily lined.

He couldn't stand up, so he had to sit and watch a movie, preparing to use all his strength in the midsummer catastrophe.

...

"Overlord" was released in theaters in early April.

"Overlord" began to be played for free on the Internet in mid-May.

Facts have proved that legitimate users who are willing to spend real money to watch movies provide far more power of faith than free users, pirated users, keyboard warriors, and fools who listen to rumors. Most of them are in the latter two groups, and online speeches will be even more severely affected. Class restrictions.

The list of genuine movie viewers will become the selection list of golden red.

The requirement of willpower is too high, this is only the first level of screening, and the subsequent screening depends on the share of divine resources.

...

The other side.

Tang Hong held a mobile phone video chat with Jiang Lulu and Guo Bojun.

Atlantic Theater, 2005-2-xc-dxy The island has a full network signal LAN that can connect to the Internet. After the encryption processing of the world's most advanced network technology, there is no risk in using the network.

There have been hacks before.

Then it was gone.

Because this is a black file, which involves a lot of secrets of God Wars. Once it is exposed, hundreds of extraordinary people will be in danger. For hackers of all ages who dare to invade, countries around the world follow the principle of "rather killing a thousand mistakes than never Let go of a 'draconian' policy.

That's right!

Human rights principles don't work!

God knows what those hackers are thinking, and what extraordinary behavior they will do if they find out about the God of War information. If the personal information of the superhuman is leaked and posted on the Internet, it will inevitably arouse the attention of countless people. Even the pioneer transcendent can't bear such terrifying attention. There is no life without ten deaths, and there is no salvation, and this also declares the superhuman withered , the war of gods failed completely, and the world entered the countdown to the final moment.

It is a matter of the life and death of all human beings, and the level of threat belongs to the black level. It is no longer a memory cleansing, and it will not be sent to prison. The extraordinary world, which is desperately fighting for time, cannot tolerate such a sad demise.

Those who invaded the network were regarded as believers and all were killed.

In some areas, the regulations are more stringent, killing the family members of the wanted criminals in black threats, and using tyranny in special times.

time flies.

late may.

Countries around the world are ringing the countdown to midsummer: ten days!