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Chapter 632 Death Scythe

Wu Meng's second punch was much faster. It was a standard uppercut, but the air seemed to be pulled out with a crack.

Ding Meng still retreated far away like the plague. Lin Danying and Ye Mei couldn't help but look at each other. This Ding Meng was so aggressive just now. Why is he so timid now?

In fact, they didn’t know that Wu Meng praised Ding Meng as an expert, so why didn’t Ding Meng think that Wu Meng was also an expert?

It looks like an ordinary punch, but it is actually a master of the battle saint level. Ding Meng did not underestimate him. The key is that Desheng and Zheng Lang in the distance are only stronger than this Wu Meng, and they have not taken action yet.

, Ding Meng didn’t dare to fight casually. It was best not to make random moves before he found out the details of this group of people. Only by being careful can you sail the ten-thousand-year ship.

Unexpectedly, this secret base was actually staffed by three warrior saint-level experts. This gave Ding Meng a new understanding of Ling Xingqi. Ling Xingqi herself was definitely no worse than these people.

At this time, Wu Meng used a standard set of "Seven Star Fist of Shenghui" to chase Ding Meng and beat him wildly. Of course, the momentum was quite fierce, but in fact, Ding Meng's clothes were not even touched.

He just kept dodging around the teleporting ball.

Zheng Lang and Desheng frowned as they saw this. Ding Mengduan was so cunning. He only ran away but did not attack, and did not even defend. Wu Meng's energy was wasted in vain. Of course, for a person of the War Saint level, this is not called consumption, let alone

To be precise, Wu Meng's movement speed has not yet reached a level that can force Ding Meng to take action.

Zheng Lang glanced at Desheng, and Desheng understood. He flew up like a rocket, slapped six palms in the air, and six huge walls of holy glory appeared out of thin air, locking Ding Meng and Wu Meng in a golden

In the cage of source power.

"You really surprised me." Ding Meng now had to parry Wu Meng's fist.

Wu Meng's Seven Star Fist was just a test just now. At this moment, Ding Meng's dodge space was reduced. He decisively activated his source energy and formed a fist with both hands to hit Ding Meng's chest.

"Pah——"

Ding Meng took the punch with one palm, and he felt that Wu Meng's strength was more than twice as strong.

There was a loud "boom", and many alloy steel plates on the ground were blown away. The shock caused by the source energy actually exploded in eight directions around Ding Meng.

This time, it was not Ding Meng who was surprised, but Wu Meng. He couldn't believe that the Shenghui Diamond Cannon Fist that he was most proud of could not hurt Ding Meng at all. In fact, this was not a difficult matter. Ding Meng had already seen it.

There was something strange about his fists, and he directly used his mind power to divert his cannon and vibrating energy.

At this moment, a golden war hammer roared in the air. Ding Meng suddenly stepped back, spread his palms and caught the big hammer with a "whoosh". His body shrank again, and the war hammer actually sank into his body.

But it was more like being absorbed by him.

The expressions of Wu Meng, Desheng, and Zheng Lang all changed. This warhammer was made by Desheng using the source energy of the Gang System. Two war saints and two war lords could not restrain Ding Meng with their combined efforts.

, is this kid really a monster?

"Give it back to you!" Ding Meng struck out with a backhand palm from the air.

The warhammer came out of his hand again and roared back.

Desheng did not dare to pick it up. With his sharp eyes, he discovered that the war hammer, which was originally golden, now had a faint cyan luster on its surface. It was obvious that Ding Meng had secretly tampered with it and attached a more powerful source power coating.

But the war hammer came too steeply. The hammer itself was rotating, and the whole thing was still whizzing in a circle. It was difficult to distinguish the direction from which it came, and it was impossible to judge whether there was any follow-up. It was just a wave that spread out during the rotation.

It forced him to unable to open his eyes, and Desheng quickly volleyed back and managed to avoid it.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

After several explosions, the golden cage built by the Wall of Holy Glory collapsed on the spot and was smashed into countless stars by this hammer.

"Old Zheng, stop looking and come together." Desheng shouted, his voice very anxious. He had realized that Ding Meng was definitely more than a junior warrior saint.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Lang was very cunning. He suddenly turned his head and looked far away.

Lin Danying and Ye Mei understood that they could not get involved in the current battle, so they quickly went upstairs to control the five refugees and make Ding Meng surrender.

Seeing Lin Danying and Ye Mei blowing towards the first floor hall like a whirlwind, Ding Meng seemed to know what they were thinking, and finally spread out and swept towards their backs.

"Crash!" There was a thick sound, and an ice wall measuring at least a thousand square meters lay in front of Ding Meng. The color of this ice wall was lavender, and the thickness was no less than five meters, which shows that Zheng Lang is an ice warrior saint.

The dark ice power has a deep foundation.

Ding Meng's face darkened: "You can't deal with me, so you try to use their lives to threaten me?"

A sneer appeared on Zheng Lang's lips: "They are prisoners controlled by our Xinghong Group, so we naturally have the right to deal with them."

Ding Meng immediately became expressionless: "Prisoner? I originally only wanted to take people away, but I have tolerated you enough. It seems that you are seeking death again and again!"

When he said this, he put his hand on his belt, and after a sharp "click, click" sound, he transformed, and a powerful and domineering diamond-shaped sword appeared in his hand.

The stern blue sword light flashed, and Zheng Lang suddenly felt his eyes stinging like needles. The three of them are all warrior saint-level masters. Do you know what this means?

Ding Meng's sword must have killed many strong men, otherwise it would not have such a fierce murderous aura. Sometimes the weapon may not be in a "dead" state. Now they can see that the big sword's sword

The body is constantly changing colors. This is obviously Ding Meng injecting his own power into the sword body. This sword must be a sharp weapon.

Zheng Lang and the others have secretly pushed their source energy to the limit, and are always on guard against him making an outburst.

Suddenly, Ding Meng swung his sword fiercely with his backhand, and a scimitar-shaped sword light came out of the sword and flew towards the ice wall with a "swish".

The color of this Source Force sword light turned out to be purple with black in it. Zheng Lang knew the difference and knew that this was because the opponent's cultivation level had reached a very terrifying level. You must know that the standard purple color of the energy released from the Source Force force was extremely

It was terrifying, but Ding Meng could still produce sword light of this color when using his weapon. Zheng Lang immediately turned his head and shouted wildly: "Get out of the way! Get out of the way quickly!"

As soon as the sword light of the scimitar touched the ice wall, the ice wall melted and collapsed quickly like snow. However, the sword light was not hindered at all, and under the control of telepathy, it flew into the first floor gate as if it had eyes.

At this time, Lin Danying and Ye Mei had just stepped into the main passage on the third floor. They also felt an extremely fierce and fierce energy coming from behind. When they turned around to look, the black sword light was like a scimitar in the hand of the god of death. In an instant,

arrived in front of them.

There were two soft sounds of "swish", and the sword light passed directly through the people's bodies, but the bodies of the two people were not cut off, but their bodies gradually dimmed and disappeared.

It turned out that these were two clones. Lin Danying and Ye Mei's reaction was not slow, and they knew that the other's killing force could not be met forcefully.

However, when their true bodies flashed back to the gate, Zheng Lang's exclamation sounded again: "Get out of the way!"

Unfortunately, it was too late. After the scimitar flew into the main passage, it drew an arc with a "swish, swish" under the control of telekinesis, and actually turned around and came back. Neither Lin Danying nor Lin Danying expected that someone was practicing swordsmanship and martial arts. To such an appalling level.

There were two more "swish" sounds, and the sword light passed through the body again, and finally hit the alloy door. The ten-story shuttle ladder rumbled and exploded violently, and then collapsed with a "crash", and the entire base was destroyed. Trembling.

Lin Danying and Ye Mei both stood still, keeping their heads turned and looking back. There was no expression on their faces because they had no time to be surprised.

Two seconds later, a slight cut appeared on the necks of the two people, and the blood line quickly spread around the necks. At this time, the heads of the two people fell to the ground with a "clunking" sound.

"Yingying————" Wu Meng was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder split. He and Lin Danying had worked together in Xinghong Group for many years and had a very deep relationship. Unexpectedly, Ding Meng cut off his head with a sword.

At this moment, anger completely defeated reason, and Wu Meng shouted: "Ding, labor and management want you to die!"

The other person has jumped into the air, his whole body ignited with golden flames, and his whole body seems to be trapped by the mirror image of a giant dragon. He is just like a golden dragon, his claws have been shot out, and the entire open space is controlled by the force field of these two palms. Down.

Ding Meng didn't know what kind of martial arts this was. It looked like it was a secret skill, but to him, all the tricks were just fancy tricks. Seeing Wu Meng pounce on him like an eagle or a rabbit, Ding Meng Meng twisted his wrist and raised the sword backhand from bottom to top. It felt like Wu Meng had jumped directly over his head.

But when Wu Meng landed, the golden dragon turned into a dead fish. Wu Meng fell heavily onto the steel plate, and half of his legs were lost.

"Ah-ah-ah-"

Wu Meng screamed quite regularly, crawling on the ground and crawling forward desperately, dragging out a long bloody trace. After being hit by this sword, he basically had no fighting ability.

Ding Meng did not pursue him. War Saint-level people were not something that Jing Hua Shui Yue could completely kill. Even if they died temporarily, they could still be saved as long as their spirit bodies were not destroyed.

Once Wu Meng is dealt with, how can Zheng Lang and Desheng still have a stable mentality?

Zheng Lang had already finished exercising his energy, and his open palms slowly joined together in the air. The scene felt as if all the materials in the entire first layer of space were frozen, and the soldiers who fell to the ground turned into ice cubes in an instant, and even The photoelectric guns and energy cannons all over the ground turned into lumps of ice.

A thin layer of fog first appeared all over Ding Meng's body. The fog quickly turned into hoarfrost. The frost turned into purple ice within a few seconds, and Ding Meng completely turned into an ice sculpture.

But Zheng Lang's palms still couldn't close together. He was still squeezing desperately, and the expression on his face was quite painful: "The source energy of Ding is too strong. It can't trap him for too long. Come on."

Only then did Desheng wake up from his fright, and rushed out without saying a word. Halfway through the rush, he flew up and transformed into a golden war hammer in mid-air. Others were the hammer, and the hammer was the person. This was his unique skill "Chaos".

"Eighteen Hammers of the Cloak", this name doesn't sound very nice, but its power is amazing.

And this is not only a martial art, but also a five-star skill that can be applied in many fields. The so-called eighteen hammers can indeed evolve into a variety of moves. Unfortunately, when you encounter a monster like Ding Meng,

Desheng showed his ultimate move without hesitation.

The combination of man and hammer is indestructible. Ding Meng really has to die!


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