Martial Arts Master

Compared to No. 16, No. 18 was more agile and natural. He smiled before he spoke, and there was no way he could tell that he was one of the experimental subjects.

If they met in another place, Lou Cheng would definitely be aware of the weirdness and specialness of No. 4, No. 6, and No. 16, but he would probably treat No. 18 as a normal Wai Gang.

This may be the reason why No. 16 thinks she is more powerful... With his elders at his side, Lou Cheng, although full of anger, did not make any decisions and turned to other issues to maintain Bing Xin.

Hearing what No. 18 said, the elegant and elegant Ji Jianzhang looked at her deeply, glanced at Lin Que from the corner of his eye, and laughed:

"I haven't traveled around the world for many years. It seems that everyone in this war-torn area has forgotten the name of the 'Sword of Heaven'."

"Let's discuss it, and we'll decide how to apologize and make amends afterwards!"

As he spoke, his smile faded and his tone became serious. When the last word came out, he flicked the tip of his sword with his finger.

Zheng!

The sound of dragon roars rose into the sky and echoed throughout the main laboratory, causing the ears of the remaining scientific researchers wearing protective clothing to ring suddenly, and they immediately fell into a world of silence.

The sound of the sword reached my ears, and the radiance exploded. Thin rays of light first rose up like a fountain, and then fell down, covering No. 18.

With its strong suction, it makes it difficult for the enemy to move, and even makes them fly into the flames and fall into a trap.

Liangyi Magnetic Light Sword!

The sword cuts the physical body, and the magnet breaks the "instrument"!

This is the most effective way to deal with products similar to "man-made weapons engineering".

However, No. 18's thoughts and reactions were like normal Wai Gang and were not affected at all. The fact that her previous proposal was rejected made her narrow her eyes. Xinghui hid her anger, no different from ordinary people.

A flash of light flashed in her eyes, and she regained her composure in an instant. She did not move forcibly. She put her hands on the edge of the experimental table, leaned back, and followed the suction force with her hanging right foot, shaving it upwards, turning the blazing light into a knife, and slashed Towards the core of Jianmang's "fountain".

But the moment Ji Jianzhang drew his sword, and even as he spoke, Dou Ning was ready. He took a step forward without missing a beat, half-crouched down, and inserted the ancient sword with the moonlight in his hand into the ground. A heavy and dark glow spread out.

The surrounding concrete cracked immediately, as if it had been weathered for a long time and dried up to the extreme. The feet of the remaining experimenters who were frightened by the sound of the sword were stuck to the ground, shaking constantly. The skin on their bodies was shriveled inch by inch, as if their blood and moisture were being drained away. .

The ethereal light, whether heavy or light, unbalanced the gravity of this area, pulling No. 18's movements in the opposite direction, causing her razor-like right foot to slow down. It matched perfectly with Ji Jianzhang's sword movement, which shows that it has accumulated over decades. tacit understanding.

The eighth posture of Dou Bu, "Dry and devastated. Dead and silent earth"!

This ultimate move has three stages. First, it extracts the surrounding water, including the ground, including the creatures attached to it. Then it simulates gravity to a certain extent, interfering and affecting the enemy. Finally, it triggers an earthquake at the locked position and releases the accumulated energy. , these three changes can not be performed together, but only one of them can be intercepted. After mastering the sequence, the sequence can be changed by oneself as one wishes.

Dang Dang Dang!

The "razor" light split many "sword rains" and accurately blocked Ji Jianzhang's weapon. However, due to the pull, it was a little slower, and a lot of rays of light escaped the net, and they were chopped down by them continuously.

If No. 18 hadn't formed a shield in time to resist the damage, she would have been covered in bruises.

Zheng! Dou Ning straightened his back and stood up. He drew out his sword and slashed his opponent diagonally from left to right, but the suction force was obvious.

Beside her, the experimenters wearing protective clothing fell to the ground like dominoes, their faces full of fear, like specially made mummies.

Ji Jianzhang's wrist shook, and the long sword was half-full, moving from right to left. It was as heavy as a thousand kilograms of weight, but it felt like it was pushing people away.

Inhaling and repelling, pulling and pushing, their swordsmanship complemented each other, enveloping No. 18.

Lou Xi stood beside the metal bed and did not intervene rashly.

Waigang-level battles occupy an unusual amount of space and range. Without long-term cooperative practice and forced help, it will affect the footwork and moves of the two elders. One plus two may be less than two.

In this case, the way to join forces is to attack the enemy one after another, one move after another, just like the experience between myself and Ren Li. Unfortunately, the old couple have been traveling side by side for many years, and they have a tacit understanding, leaving no room for others to intervene. .

It felt like an unnecessary crowd of onlookers... Thoughts flashed across Lou Cheng's mind, but he didn't relax at all.

The 18th has appeared, but where is the 17th?

What about No. 17, whom No. 16 considers to be stronger than him?

Is he also in the base, rushing over after hearing the noise, or lurking somewhere, waiting for a fatal blow?

With such worries hanging in the back of his mind, Lou Cheng completely gave up the idea of ​​besieging No. 18.

While blocking the aftermath of the Waigang-level battle and preventing Lin Que, who was unable to move, from being accidentally injured, he used Bing Xin to reflect the surroundings and examine his uncle's condition.

Lin Que's pain eased, and Lou Cheng's figure was reflected in his slightly cloudy pupils.

He was stunned for two seconds before he remembered who it was. His tense muscles suddenly relaxed and his eyelids were half-draped, covering up the flash of vulnerability.

When he opened his eyes again, his emotions had returned to a deep state, and two sparks of light appeared at the bottom of the pool.

The chapped lips moved with difficulty, and the throat rose and fell a few times, but they were unable to make a sound. From the shape of the mouth, it was clearly saying:

"Thanks……"

Lou Cheng's nose felt sore, and he was busy looking for ways to disable various devices. He was not proficient in such things, so he didn't dare to do it for fear of ripping off some important equipment and causing his uncle's condition to deteriorate rapidly.

He glanced at the area away from the battlefield, at some of the scientific researchers who had turned into ice sculptures, and with a press of his right hand, an ice wall that would last forever was formed beside the metal bed to withstand the aftermath of the Waigang battle.

With a vertical movement, Lou Cheng rushed to the side of a scientific researcher who looked like a leader, and patted the other person's shoulder with his left palm filled with lavender flames.

Tick ​​tick tick, the ice melted, and the scientific researcher shivered with a blue face. Unfortunately, what awaited him was not warm words, but a simplified formula for the word "bing".

The researcher collapsed in an instant and was forcibly dragged to the metal bed by Lou Cheng for "consultation". He told everything he really knew and wanted to tell him how many one-night stands he had had.

Either pressing or pulling, Lou Cheng quickly disarmed the device on Lin Que's body.

As soon as he finished this, he was frightened, turned around, and looked towards the door.

A figure dragged the remaining light closer, and paused when Lou Cheng looked at it.

His blond hair was parted in the middle, and his pupils were red as if they were on fire. He was wearing a white T-shirt with the number "17" on it and a black jacket. His hands were placed in front of him, surrounded by flames, without any damage.

The seventeenth was here... Lou Cheng felt relieved, but he had more worries.

This master's laboratory is neither too small nor too big. He has to take care of his defenseless uncle, so he definitely won't be able to use his fists and kicks as much as he can. Judging from the appearance of No. 17, he is not an easy enemy to deal with...

While his thoughts were swirling, Lou Cheng quickly made a decision, suddenly leaned back, stretched out his palm and pressed, sealing Lin Que in the layers of crystal, leaving some holes for breathing.

In this way, as long as Grandpa Keke and grandma get rid of No. 18 as soon as possible, the impact on my uncle will be within control.

The lesser of two evils!

When Lou Cheng moved like this, No. 17 also moved. He bent down on his back, like a leopard hunting, and rushed over. His fists were clenched and placed at his side, covered with golden and red fire.

With one press, Lou Cheng also rushed forward, and his right fist burst out with a lavender flame, which was tightly wrapped.

The anger in his heart was controlled by the "god above him" and leaked out little by little, adding fuel to the "Emperor Purple Flame"!

Boom!

Fists collided, explosions occurred, and the researchers who were paralyzed as mud were directly thrown away and hit hard against the wall. Their bones were broken, blood spurted from their mouths, and they were unable to survive.

Lou Cheng had no sympathy at all for those who experimented on innocent and unwilling people, and even hoped to burn them all!

Light purple and gold-red splashes ignited some devices, activating smoke alarms and spilling the latest fire-extinguishing materials.

In the midst of the fireworks, the fists of No. 17 and Lou Cheng reverberated at the same time. One of them retreated with the left shoulder, advanced with the right shoulder, bent his elbow and smashed down. The other withdrew his right fist and advanced with the left fist, still covered with purple flames.

In an instant, Lou Cheng opened his fist, stretched out his five fingers, and firmly supported No. 17's elbow joint with his palm.

No. 17's elbow suddenly sank, and he flicked his forearm, using the force to make a fist, and the golden-red flames spun and erupted.

As soon as he made a move, Lou Cheng's palm pressing on his elbow suddenly vibrated, dispersing the enemy's fist, shaking him back a few steps, and let the purple flame flow through.

At the same time, he tilted his head slightly, and most of the golden red flashed away, but the remaining little did not leave any burn marks on his face, as if he was playing with his own cat.

No. 17 shook his forearm, letting the purple flame fall down gently, softening the ground and leaving a black mark.

Both sides are masters of fire control!

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