In Ding Meng's telepathic field of vision, the fluctuations emanating from No. 50's body had formed striped source flames, which were spreading in all directions. Han Feng, who was originally frightened outside, could not bear the pressure and fainted.
past.
The corner of No. 50's mouth turned up in a proud arc: "I said before, you really shouldn't be here."
Ding Meng smiled and said: "It's a pity that I'm here already."
"Yes, you have come here!" No. 50 said with emotion, "You are buried here at such a young age. I feel so sorry for you."
As she spoke, she stepped forward, this time at a very slow pace, but precisely because of her slowness, Ding Meng's expression became more solemn.
In his perception, the energy of the opponent's pair of long legs is getting stronger and stronger. This thermal rigid body and gravitational energy come together to create an extremely thick and coercive aura. The surrounding temperature is rising, and the steel plates on the ground are rising.
After melting, the force field became thick and solid, and the gravitational energy made Ding Meng's body much heavier. If he let go of his hands and feet and carried out a free-spirited attack, the Songqing would probably be destroyed in space.
Ding Meng secretly used Qingling Magic to spread out the telepathy force field. He wanted to control the scope within this laboratory and prevent the battle from spreading to other cabins.
Suddenly, No. 50 soared into the air and swept towards him with a flying kick. Green, blue and purple energy coatings were visible to the naked eye on his high boots.
There was a "pop" sound, and Ding Meng's right wrist blocked the opponent's volley.
But where the wrists and feet collided, a three-color ring of air surged up, and once it spread to the four walls of the room, it completely disappeared. This was Ding Meng's mind power dissolving these energies. If he didn't arrange a force field, the laboratory would
It will be blown through immediately.
No. 50 suddenly spun sideways in the air, and kicked out his other foot from an incredible angle. This kick was somewhat similar to the original upward kick. Ding Meng was slightly startled, and he raised his head decisively, and a source of force formed.
The strong wind almost hit the tip of my nose and blew towards the ceiling.
Next, No. 50's body twisted like a snake, but his legs "crackled" and violently bombarded Ding Meng. They were all extremely weird and extremely sharp kicks, which actually forced Ding Meng to stretch out his legs.
The palm of his hand was "slapping, snapping" to resist, and the person kept retreating.
If you watch the two fighting from the side, you will find that No. 50’s legs change so quickly that it is simply astonishing. These legs are no longer legs, as if the two sharp blades sometimes turn into nunchucks, sometimes into crosses, and sometimes into
The ring... finally became a propeller, trying to hang Dinmon inside.
Seeing that Ding Meng had retreated to the dead wall of the laboratory, No. 50's attacks never hit the opponent. She jumped out from above Ding Meng's head, pressed her palms on the steel plate and pushed, and her whole body bounced back.
He sat on Ding Meng's neck, intertwined his legs and strangled Ding Meng's throat.
This posture was a bit embarrassing. Any other man would have wished that this beauty used her long legs to let him enjoy it like this, but Ding Meng felt a huge pressure. The other man was deliberately trying to pinch him to death with his legs.
Ding Meng suddenly jumped up vertically, kicked his feet on the ceiling, and fell down quickly. Of course, this position must be on his back. If you want to crush me to death, I will crush you to death.
Just as he was about to fall to the ground, No. 50's body slid down his back like a water snake. Instead, Ding Meng hit the steel plate by himself. As he slid over, No. 50 floated up and kicked Ding in the air.
Meng's boot soles, the powerful energy directly kicked Ding Meng away.
In this situation, Ding Meng looked like an energy cannon that was fired directly, and the direction it shot towards was still the dead wall just now.
No. 50 suddenly raised his leg on the spot, and his left leg was already higher than his head. Then he kicked his right leg up to the sky, and the whole person turned in a circle in the air, and then stood firmly.
But at this moment, there was a bright light in the laboratory, and a semi-arc shaped purple mirror image flew towards Ding Meng with a swish. This was the real fatal blow, and it was also her unique skill.
This mirror image of source power, which was like a sword light, was kicked out, as if time had stopped. One second it seemed to be still at the gate, and the next second it had reached Ding Meng's chest.
It was impossible to get out of the way at this time. Ding Meng, who was flying upside down, didn't panic. He chose the most brutal response method. He kicked his legs directly towards the sword light. I don't care how strong you are. Just
I've never been afraid of anyone from the front.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the combat boots came into contact with the mirror image, the sword light split into countless small blades, like purple butterflies flying in the sky over the laboratory, but more like countless bright flower petals spreading out. This kind of martial arts is no longer simple.
It looks good, even has an artistic beauty.
Of course, the more beautiful and splendid it is, the more endless and murderous it is.
In No. 50's field of vision, Ding Meng's head hit the steel plate of the dead wall with a "thong" sound, and then the rain of flowers fell down like lightning, gathered up, and shot all into Ding Meng's body. Ding Meng was lying on the ground and seemed to have no body.
No movement.
No. 50 clapped his hands and finally showed a proud smile: "Haha, now you know how powerful you are, this is really not a place for a young boy like you to show off your strength. Since you have seen my true face, you have to pay accordingly.
The price..."
"What price?" Ding Meng on the ground made a voice.
No. 50's expression suddenly changed: "You..."
"Do you think I should hang up?" Ding Meng slowly stood up.
No. 50 couldn't believe his eyes. This kid had eaten so much energy essence and could still stand up. Except for his clothes being more damaged, he seemed to be fine.
However, Ding Meng's image is indeed one step closer to a refugee. His clothes are no longer complete, with holes and tears everywhere, like a ragged little beggar.
Ding Meng felt a little distressed. Although this outfit was not expensive, it was washed and mended by Ah Qiao for him when he first set off from the V12 star.
"Do you think your fancy tricks are useful?" Ding Meng stared at the opponent eagerly.
No. 50's face darkened: "You're at the end of your strength, do you still dare to show off your strength?"
Ding Meng took a deep breath: "You are pretty good, but as I said, you have no chance in front of me."
At this time, No. 50 suddenly felt an indescribable terrifying pressure coming from the front. A powerful aura beyond her cognitive range erupted from Ding Meng's body. She also felt a needle-like sharpness all over her face.
Pain, this pain even affected her retinal nerves, because the surrounding scenery was blurred and distorted.
Ding Meng said: "You've beaten enough, now it's my turn, right?"
not good!
No. 50 instinctively sensed that a huge danger was coming!
But so what? She couldn't see Ding Meng's movements at all, the only thing she saw was a pure white bright light.
There was a flash of bright light, and she immediately screamed and fell down.
What Ding Meng used was still his Ding-style hand knife, but this time it was different. He flew close to the ground, and his arm turned into a bright white beam. This was not a divine light weapon, but a standard source of force.
It was just that his speed was too fast and his energy was too strong, so No. 50 did not respond.
In the final analysis, if you show some seriousness, she and Ding Meng are not opponents on the same level at all.
Intermediate war saints who have mastered all three systems are considered masters in the empire, but compared with Ding Meng, whose source energy index exceeds 100 billion, you are just a kindergarten kid playing in the mud in the Northeast.
The knife did not cut anywhere else, but cut directly on her knee. The knee was completely shattered, and the right leg had been twisted 90 degrees in the opposite direction.
No. 50 was crouched on the ground, she was so painful that tears fell out, and she said in a trembling voice: "You...you hit me?"
Listening to her tone, she seemed unable to believe that she, a beautiful woman like a flower, would dare to do such a cruel thing.
However, the common problem of super beauties has always been like this. Men have always doted on her, loved her and taken care of her. Even her opponents would show mercy and be merciful. But she was unlucky and met the Alloy Demon King this time.
Ding Meng looked at her condescendingly: "Yes, I will beat you because you asked for a beating, so I will beat you!"
No. 50 was immediately confused. What kind of logic is this!
But then huge panic swept through her body. One can imagine the tragic end for a woman like herself if she fell into the hands of the enemy.
Ding Meng squatted down, held her chin with one hand, and forced her head up: "You should tell the truth this time, right? Let me ask you, what is your name?"
No. 50 did not answer, but stared at him with angry eyes: "Kill me and give me pleasure."
Ding Meng said calmly: "You are still useful!"
No. 50 seemed to realize something and huddled up like a shrimp.
Ding Meng seemed to know what she was thinking, and said disdainfully: "You are overthinking. I have no interest in you. There are only two kinds of people in my eyes, one is the dead, and the other is the person seeking death. I have given
I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it. This is the last time, I ask you, what is your name?"
No. 50 spat a mouthful of blood on Ding Meng's face: "Go to hell!"
With a "click" sound, Ding Meng raised and lowered the knife mercilessly, and her other knee was also shattered.
No. 50 let out another shocking cry. The previous knife struck too fast and the pain was not that strong, but this time it was painful enough to make her want to commit suicide.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" No. 50 curled up on the ground and cried bitterly, looking really pitiful.
But Ding Meng would not feel pity. He said expressionlessly: "Okay, since you want to die, then I will help you. But if you want to die directly, it is impossible. I will let you experience those who have been transformed in this way."
people’s pain…”
As he spoke, he raised an index finger, and the cross star on his fingertip rotated. The magic point of divine light was brought out. Ding Meng's golden finger gently pulled No. 50's thigh. The jeans were immediately scratched, and the inside was white.
A cut was made in his skin, and purple blood immediately poured out.
He is most familiar with the various structures of the human body. This time he cut the veins in the thigh. The bleeding speed of the veins is far less violent than that of the arteries. In addition, with the miraculous effect of the divine light energy, even if you secretly transport the source energy, it will not help. The blood and energy in the body
It will be continuously excreted from the body.
Ding Meng looked at her calmly: "For a warrior saint-level master like you, once the blood flows out, all the source molecules will disappear. At that time, the origin cannot operate and will automatically extinguish. I will inject some source body into you."
, the more you run around the origin, the slower you will die, in the last few dozen minutes
Come on, cherish your life. When you die, I will take your spirit body to be buried with that doctor. It is also a good choice to train it into a frog monster. Don’t you Yin Feng like to transform people so much? Haha, this
This time you can taste the feeling of being transformed, it’s wonderful..."
Hearing this, No. 50's heart felt really cold. She has never seen anyone more ruthless than the other person. Not only does Ding Meng want to kill you, but he also wants to cripple you before killing you, and finally leave you in the cold.
I will die in despair, and I will not let you go even after death.
