Medical Sovereign

Song Zhong snorted coldly. Since the gun had already been drawn, how could Ding Ning escape easily?

The wrist holding the gun barrel shook slightly, and the nine gun flowers suddenly exploded and split into hundreds of fine small gun flowers. The area of ​​coverage instantly doubled, covering Ding Ning.

Ding Ning had already expected it. He calmly raised his hand and flicked his index finger, hitting the tip of the gun accurately.

?? sound!

Song Zhong felt a powerful force coming from the tip of the spear, which made his arm tingle and he couldn't help but look shocked.

There were so many strong men who died under his gun, but no one had ever dared to pick up his gun with their fingers. This made him realize that Ding Ning was definitely a powerful enemy he would never meet in his life.

Ding Ning was also secretly surprised that the gun in Song Zhong's hand was not shaken out of his hand. He was worthy of the Lengyan Soul-Chasing Gun, and he was certainly not a person with an unworthy reputation.

Even though his previous finger looked careless, it was actually his magical star-shattering finger.

Although the Broken Star Finger is limited by the Tianwu Realm and cannot exert its maximum power, with the strength and power of his physical body, it is impossible for the Tianwu Realm to take over his finger. This is enough to prove that Song Zhong does have the ability to leapfrog. With his fighting ability, it is no wonder that he can chase Wu Xiang and his three brothers until they have no way to go to the sky or to the earth.

"Sure enough, I have some ability, but if it's just this level, then let's end it."

Fighting between masters is not a battle that lasts for days and nights as people usually think. In fact, most of them can determine the outcome in just a few moves. What's more, this is a dangerous desert with thousands of ants, so Song Zhong doesn't plan to Delay it and use your strongest killing move to resolve the battle.

"Cold fire and ice flame!"

Song Zhong shouted low, shook his hands, and wielded a spear like a dragon. A layer of transparent flames filled the gun body, causing the surrounding temperature to drop dozens of degrees instantly. Even if Ding Ning was not affected by the cold and heat, he still felt like his blood was not flowing smoothly. Feel.

Ding Ning was not surprised but overjoyed. He shouted "Well done", clenched his hands into fists, and expanded his arms outward with force, like an old ape moving a mountain and tightly embracing the gun body.

"act recklessly!"

Song Zhong said coldly, with a look of boredom on his face, feeling that the battle had no suspense and was completely over.

He is the owner of the ice flame, so how could he not know the terrifying power of the ice flame? Even though the ice flame is as bright as jade, its temperature is actually extremely low.

Once in direct contact, it will instantly turn into an ice sculpture.

If that's all, this ice flame is extremely weird. In the outside world, it is ice crystals with extremely low temperatures. But after entering the human body, it will instantly heat up when the body temperature is felt, turning into a terrifying high-temperature flame to incinerate the enemy.

Therefore, when Song Zhong saw Ding Ning stupidly clenching his fists to catch his ice flame spear, he had already sentenced him to death.

Sure enough, although Ding Ning hit the body of the ice flame gun with both fists, making him unable to move forward, ice instantly condensed on his hair and eyebrows, and the extreme cold quickly spread around him. In the blink of an eye, Turn it into an ice sculpture.

Song Zhong shook his head regretfully and sighed softly: "I thought I could meet an opponent that would make me happy to fight, but I didn't expect it would be nothing more than this. It's really disappointing."

"Brother Ding!"

Wu Xiang's face turned pale, and he shouted with a cry, his tone full of sorrow and self-blame. If Pudding had quick eyes and quick hands to hug him, he would throw himself on Ding Ning desperately.

Jiang Wuhui looked at Ding Ning who turned into an ice sculpture with complicated eyes. Even though he regarded Ding Ning as his love rival in his heart, he felt very uncomfortable when he saw him end up like this. After all, he was trying to protect the three of them no matter what. Just died.

"It's boring, it's really boring. In that case, it's time to send you on your way."

Song Zhong said boredly, stretched out his hand to retract the cold flame gun, and waited to kill Wu Xiang and the others.

Click!

The ice sculpture suddenly shattered, and Ding Ning broke out of the ice. He opened his mouth and blew out a puff of thick black smoke. He said with an intoxicated face: "It's so enjoyable, but the amount is a little too small. Not bad. Continue. Come again."

"Brother Ding, you are really not dead. That's great. Woohoo, you scared me to death..."

Wu Xiang shouted in surprise, his tearful appearance was heartbreaking.

"I just said Brother Ding will be fine."

Pudding proudly straightened his chest and said, but the red eyes betrayed his previous composure.

Wu Xiang wiped away his tears and nodded happily. Jiang Wuhui also showed an excited smile on his face. This magical man was indeed his love rival.

"What? How is that possible? How can you be okay?"

Song Zhong, who was already preparing to kill Wu Xiang, had a drastic change in his expression. He looked at Ding Ning in disbelief, his eyes almost falling out.

"Come on, look at your invincible and lonely look, I will satisfy your fighting desire."

Ding Ning raised her little finger provocatively at Song Zhong, with undisguised murderous intent in her eyes.

He originally had no murderous intention towards Song Zhong, he just wanted to have a good fight with him to measure Shura's strength from the side.

But after Song Zhong determined that he was dead, he still refused to let Wu Xiang and the three people go, and wanted to kill them. This completely angered him. Didn't he know that his brother Ning was the most protective of the calf?

Although he and Wu Xiang had known each other for a short time and had no deep friendship with each other, just because Wu Xiang shed tears for him and made Pudding red-eyed, he truly regarded these two teenagers as his friends and brothers.

"Okay, I don't know how you were lucky enough to escape this disaster, but you won't be so lucky next time. Go to hell."

Song Zhong was irritated by his actions and did not care to examine why he was not dead. He shouted angrily: "Long Yunxia!"

boom!

The wild sand is dancing wildly, the murderous intention is as shocking as a flying dragon, and as graceful as a swimming dragon.

The silver gun carried the terrifying power of heaven and earth, stirring up the wild sand in the sky. The extreme cold of the ice flames actually froze a huge salon, and it rushed towards Ding Ning with its teeth and claws.

Before Ding Ning could respond, Song Zhong shook the gun and fired the second shot, shouting: "The wind and sand are howling in the cold!"

"Blood rain and frost!"

"Dream of returning home!"

"The soul is broken to the end of the world!"

"Buried in heaven and buried in earth!"

…

A series of shouts were accompanied by Song Zhong stabbing out nine spears one after another. The power of the nine spears began to stack up. The terrifying momentum was earth-shattering. It was far beyond the Tianwu Realm, no, even beyond the scope of the True Martial Realm. .

Jiang Wuhui's face turned pale, and he murmured in a low voice in despair: "It's over, it's over now, Song Zhong actually used his ultimate trump card, the Nine-Link Soul Chasing Gun."

Pudding and Wuxiang didn't speak, but they clenched their fists tightly and stared at Ding Ning who was shrouded in the illusion of nine guns without blinking. They kept cheering themselves up in their hearts, "Brother Ding will definitely be able to hold it. I can handle it.”

"It's interesting. The spear technique that combines wind, sand, ice, fire, and mental power to continuously add power is somewhat similar to the tidal force I have learned. Let's see whose one is stronger."

Ding Ning's clear voice suddenly came, making Pudding and Wu Xiang almost cry with joy. They waved their fists vigorously. They knew that Brother Ding was a man who kept creating miracles and would never be easily defeated. Jiang Wuhui's face Shang also showed a relaxed look. Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to say that even as a love rival, he was impressed by Ding Ning.

Wow!

Wow!

Wow!

The next moment, everyone's faces showed shock, because they actually heard the sound of waves hitting the rocks.

The sound is getting closer and louder, and even the dry air seems to become moist, making people feel as if they are really on the beach, admiring the magnificence and beauty of the vast sea.

Song Zhong's face showed an unprecedented solemn look. Being in the center of the tidal attack, his feelings were completely different from those of Wu Xiang and others.

What he heard was not the sound of waves hitting the rocks, nor standing on the beach watching the majestic waves of the sea, but as if he was transformed into a lone boat in the stormy waves, constantly soaring, falling, jumping, and falling... He could be hit by the terrifying huge waves at any time. Shot to pieces.

One huge wave after another, one after another, never ending, starting from a small wave of three or four meters and growing in size. Now the wave has grown to as high as a seven or eight-story building, and there is no sign of stopping.

This is not a tide, it is clearly a tsunami. The terrifying power from nature made Song Zhong tremble from the bottom of his soul. Even though he knew in his heart that this was an illusion caused by the force, it was still like riding a roller coaster. A heart clenched in the throat unable to settle down.

The nine-company soul-chasing gun that he was proud of had completely dissipated into nothingness before this terrifying huge wave. In this round of confrontation, he undoubtedly had no power to fight back.

With his arrogant heart, how could he take the initiative to admit defeat? He gritted his teeth and kept cheering himself up: "Although this tsunami is terrifying, it is not enough to kill me. As long as I persist for a while, everything will be over." It will all be over.”

"My move is called Thousand Waves. As the name suggests, you have to experience the impact of a thousand huge waves. Song Zhong, you are really strong. You can survive until now. Even I have to admire you."

Ding Ning's voice came slowly, seeming to praise and mock.

Song Zhong really wanted to open his mouth and ask how many waves he had passed now and when it would end, but the dizziness caused by seasickness made his stomach churn and he couldn't even open his mouth to speak.

"You have persisted until the 192nd wave. Come on, I am optimistic about you."

Ding Ning's words of encouragement came, making Song Zhong almost vomit out a mouthful of old blood. The thousand waves are only the 192nd now? When did this shit end?

The most important thing is that the huge wave has now surged to a height of 100 meters. The terrifying slap force has given him a strong fear of death, making him frightened and feeling that he might be smashed to pieces in the next second. ,

"One hundred and ninety-five waves."

"One hundred and ninety-six waves."

…

"It's a hundred and ninety-nine waves. Come on, hold on, we're about to break two hundred."

"Beautiful, congratulations. You have become the first lucky guest of our company to break through the 200th wave in the Thousand Waves. If you can completely experience the Thousand Waves, our company will have a mysterious prize. Come on!"

…

Ding Ning kept chattering and cheering for Song Zhong. Those who didn't know it thought he was participating in some kind of game show contestant group with high prize money.

Song Zhong cried. Damn, this kid is so bad. People are already scared. This bastard keeps babbling, adding to his psychological pressure.

It feels like a death row prisoner is about to be shot, but someone next to him keeps reminding him that there are still eight hours...seven hours...six hours...three hours...before you are shot. …

No matter how good your mental quality is, you can't stand this. So, when Ding Ning reminded him with a smile that he was lucky enough to pass a small level and had successfully passed the two hundred and tenth wave, and encouraged him to keep working hard, Song Zhong completely collapsed and cried: "Brother, I was wrong. Why don't I just admit defeat? Let me go!"

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