Compared to No. 16, No. 18 is more agile and natural. He smiles before he speaks, and there is no trace of him being 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 even 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, although Lou Cheng was full of anger, he was not good at making 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 'Qingtian Sword'."
"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 the dragon's roar 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 throw themselves 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, without any impact. The fact that her previous proposal was rejected made her narrow her eyes, Xinghui hid her anger, and was 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 right foot hanging outside, shaving upwards, turning the blazing light into a knife, and slashed
Xiang Jianmang "Fountain" core.
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 sparkling moonlight in his hand into the ground.
A heavy and dark glow spreads 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, and the skin on their bodies was shriveled inch by inch, as if their blood and moisture were being drained away.
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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 been accumulated for decades.
tacit understanding.
The Eighth Form of Doubu, "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, disturbing 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 a thorough grasp of 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 one after another.
If No. 18 hadn't formed a shield in time to resist the damage, she would have been covered in bruises.
Zheng! Dou Ning stood up straight, 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.
And 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 things hanging, but it gave a feeling of pushing people away.
Inhaling and repelling, pulling and pushing, their swordsmanship complemented each other and enveloped No. 18.
Lou set up next to the metal bed and didn't interfere rashly.
Waigang level battles occupy an extraordinary amount of space and range. Without long-term cooperative practice and forced help, it will actually 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.
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It felt like an unnecessary crowd of onlookers... Lou Cheng's thoughts flashed through his 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 and rushing over after hearing the noise, or is he lurking somewhere, waiting for a fatal blow?
With such worries at 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 relaxed and his eyelids were half-drooped, 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 could not make a sound. From the shape of the mouth, it was clearly saying:
"Thanks……"
Lou Cheng's nose felt sore when he saw it, 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. With his left palm filled with lavender flames, he patted the other person on the shoulder.
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 scientific 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 he wished he could even 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 startled, turned around and looked towards the door.
A figure moved closer with the remaining light behind it, and paused after receiving Lou Cheng's gaze.
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, and they were wrapped in flames, not hurt at all.
The seventeenth has arrived... Lou Cheng felt relieved, but he had more worries.
This laboratory is neither too small nor too big. He has to take care of his defenseless uncle, so he will definitely not 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 deal with 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 lowered 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, his right fist roared with a lavender flame, and was wrapped tightly.
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 scientific 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.
Amidst the smoke and fire, the fists of No. 17 and Lou Cheng reverberated at the same time. One of them retreated with their left shoulder, advanced with their right shoulder, bent their elbows and smashed down. The other withdrew their right fist and advanced with their left fist, still covered in 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 the elbow joint suddenly vibrated, dispersing the enemy's fist, shaking him back a few steps, and let the purple flame flow over.
At the same time, he tilted his head slightly, and most of the golden red escaped, while the remaining little did not leave any burn marks on his face, as if he was playing with his own cat.
Number 17 shook his forearm, letting the purple flames fall down gently, softening the ground and leaving a black mark.