Sadre and others who were about to rescue him were distracted by the sudden change. Looking at Mo Feng who was stiff and shaking, and then at Xing Moguan who was clutching his neck and bleeding, their emotions of horror and anger suddenly burst out.
"Mei Yan, you are seeking death!!" Sadre roared ferociously, his majestic body crashed to the ground, his feet stamped on the ground, leaving deep footprints, and he charged towards Mei Yan crazily.
"Cut the thread!!" Shui Yuanli and Sam Nixiu ran towards Mo Feng, trying to cut off the chaotic thread. This was the key point.
They never expected that Meiyan could control living people with silver needles! She could even launch attacks like the previous two puppets.
This hidden killing move can be said to be ruthless and poisonous!
Dozens of silver needles pierced all the major joints of the body and manipulated them wantonly. For the aloof divine guard Mo Feng, the physical and mental pain was enough to drive him into madness. And the puppet changed from a corpse to his brother or leader.
, the attacks of Xing Moguan and others are bound to be restrained at every turn. They can bombard strange corpses arbitrarily, but they cannot attack Mo Feng!
His body danced like a colorful butterfly, and his beautiful face tumbled and turned. Mo Feng, who was restrained, was forced to be torn over. He was supposed to be an enemy, but he changed his role and became a guard-like existence.
"Go to hell!!" Sadre rushed over, turning the iron rod with all his strength, and with a manic evil intention, he drew at the ultimate speed and went straight to the beautiful body.
With fierce momentum and terrifying evil intentions, the charging Sadre is like a mad ancient beast, intent on crushing everything in the world.
Beauty's eyes were condensed. She was falling and seemed unable to avoid it, but she stomped on Mo Feng's shoulder, rolled up again, narrowly avoided being hit by the iron rod and wheel, and passed by.
However, as Skynet's strongest ghost, her ability is not limited to the control of puppets. Her own strength is equally powerful. She twisted her body forcefully in mid-air, rotated her feet and kicked somersaults, and her seemingly soft toes brought out strong winds.
A violent impact like a sudden rain went straight to Sadre's chest. At the same time, Mo Feng, who was still suffering from pain, struck again with his hands flying and paddling. It was not just a simple collision. He used his hands and feet together, left and right, and attacked at the same time.
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Bang! It was difficult to dodge the impact of the beautiful face, but Mo Feng's ruthless moves hit him firmly. Even though he was thick-skinned and strong, he still couldn't dodge the bombardment.
He was knocked out hard, his steps staggered, and he almost lost his balance.
"You alone dare to talk about the baptism of death. It's ridiculous!" The beauty flipped and fell, leaping and spinning in the dense forest. The movements were large and subtle, and her hands were always being moved and pulled. She was imprisoned.
Mo Feng, who was firmly under control, followed closely and joined forces with him to attack Sadre, Shui Yuanli and Samnixiu forcefully.
The pulling of the silver needle and the rampage of the barbs caused no less pain than scratching the heart. The scarlet blood seeped out from the connecting points, getting thicker and heavier. The teeth that were clenched together were almost
It was about to burst, and the gum area was even more submerged in blood. There was no shame or anger, no struggle, or even thinking. Mo Feng's mind was almost blank. At this moment, only the word "pain" was the only feeling he felt.
The body is tense, even twisted, and even longs for pain to relieve the pain.
Fight! Intentionally or unintentionally, he hopes that the pain caused by the battle will relieve the pain inside his body!
At this moment, he was like the corpse puppet before his transformation, letting himself be manipulated and constantly attacking. Together with Meiyan, he brought powerful lethality to the three of Sadler.
Saddle was restrained everywhere and could no longer use his full strength. Instead, he suffered injuries one after another. Samniciu kept trying to cut off the thread, but the beauty and strength were beyond what he, who was at the beginning of the gold level, could resist.
"Ah" Sadre, who was extremely depressed, suddenly roared ferociously, with a cruel look on his face, and at some point he grasped a delicate needle in the palm of his left hand.
After receiving the signal from Sadre's eyes, Shui Yuanli and the two of them also inhaled together, and the injections hidden in the cuffs appeared in the palms of their hands one after another.
"You will taste the pain of Mo Feng a hundred times and a thousand times as the humanoid master beautifies the face." Sadre roared in a low voice, clenching his left hand to inject this special injection that is exclusive to the roar of the God of War.
However... before he really took action.
Two men in purple and gold masks rushed towards her, their bodies slaying like eagles taking a strange turning trajectory, bypassing the puppet Mo Feng's blockage, and suddenly appeared beside Meiyan.
Without any weapons, he attacked fiercely with his bare hands. The man on the left turned his hands into claws, and his fingertips were torn apart in an instant. The angle was so awkward and the attack was so fast that it almost made your blood flow. The man on the right separated his hands into palms and fists, with two upper and lower fists.
The path is divided into the beautifying throat and lower abdomen, one is hard and the other is soft, perfectly matched, and the vitality is completely locked.
The appearance of the two men instantly resolved the passive situation in the field, and also completely shattered the advantage that Meiyan had just gained. They bypassed Mo Feng, and they acted without scruples.
Faced with a terrifying attack like a dragnet, the beauty whose hands were temporarily restrained could not help but flash with solemnity and surprise. At the critical moment, she used her physical skills to the extreme and ran away for her life.
Bang Four killing moves, three moves avoided, the remaining punch was unavoidable, and it hit Meiyan's lower abdomen hard. The delicate body shook violently, and the originally white and tender cheeks were bloodless. There was a brief stagnation, and under the impact of power,
It spread out and was hit hard and flew out.
"Stand back!" the taller man on the left said in a deep voice.
Sadler looked anxious. He wanted to fight for something, but was suppressed by the sharp eyes of the other party. As for Shui Yuanli and the others, as well as the nine divine attendants who had just rushed, they had already responded respectfully,
Go back slowly.
"Don't hurt Mo Feng." Sadre was unwilling, but still slowly stepped back until he was outside the slope.
Tonight's battle originally belonged to the two people in front of me. They were the examiners of the "strength review". The God of War's roaring double kill - Shen Zuo, Shen Bless!
Under the God King, above the God Guards, there are two quasi-Amethyst powerhouses, War God Roar! They are also the direct managers of various affairs of War God Roar, Shen Zuo controls the divine guards, and Shen Bless controls the Son of God! Their status is second only to God
Wang is considered a real core member within the organization.
The two of them went out together tonight, together with the two divine guards and the three divine sons, which is enough to show that the organization attaches great importance to beauty and hopes to completely squeeze out her strength.
Shenzuo's deep and sharp eyes stared at Meiyan who was slowly getting up, and his voice was vicissitudes but still rich: "Warm-up is complete, doll master Meiyan, your opponent tonight... is us!"
"I'm offended." Shenyou's pool-like eyes gradually solidified, and the sharp aura of the sword storm burst out of the body, filling the area. It seemed messy, but it completely locked all the directions of the beauty.
Her strength should have broken through the limitations of the golden peak and truly entered the ranks of quasi-Amethyst. However, they still have to conduct an assessment to determine the strongest combat power she can unleash and compare it with the white-haired witch ranked 28th on the list.
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Meiyan licked away the blood from the corner of her mouth, spread her hands across her body, and moved her fingers smoothly like octopus tentacles, causing Mo Feng's body to shake slowly. For the first time, his eyes filled with all kinds of negative emotions became fierce and solemn, and he did not think about running away.
, it is impossible to escape from this encirclement, fight, only fight!!!
No matter the life and death battle, it is this kind of training that I long for, hoping to improve my own strength.
The three of them stared at each other, facing each other tightly, looking for each other's subtle flaws, hoping to take the initiative in the duel. Whether it was Shen Zuo, Shen Bless, or Mei Yan, they all understood the meaning of tonight's battle and its consequences.
The severity of the tragedy.
Although Shenzuo Shenyou is powerful and experienced, no one can guarantee that he will survive tonight when faced with a desperate attack by a strong man of the same level. After all... this woman is the most powerful ghost of Skynet!
The atmosphere is getting hotter and hotter, and the fighting spirit is increasing layer by layer. Both sides see madness and murderous intent in each other's eyes. The breathing frequency gradually increases, the aura of everyone continues to intensify, and the fierce battle... is about to break out!
Outside the soil slope area, thousands of meters away from the poppy field, Di Cheng, dressed as Qikas, was floating and shooting in the dark night like a ghost. A strange wooden mask obscured his appearance, and a tattered and strange robe shrouded his body.
The putrid liquid was also sprinkled on the robe. In order to become more like Qikas, Di Cheng followed Anne's introduction and imitated the slightly stiff steps and moves over and over again while running wildly.
Continuous running, constant practice, constant imitation, constant familiarity, as if a mummy from Africa really appeared on this land, flying rapidly under the night sky, causing the grim smile of death to fill the dark night of the world!!
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