Martial Arts Master Chapter 74: We come to apologize
Compared to the sixteenth, the eighteenth is smart and natural. He smiles before saying a word, and he can't tell that he belongs to one of the experimental subjects.
If we meet in another place, Lou Cheng will definitely be aware of the weirdness and specialness of No. 4, No. 6, and even No. 16, but most of them will treat No. 18 as normal.
This may be the reason why the 16th thinks she is more powerful... The elders are on the side. Although Lou Cheng is full of anger, but not good at making suggestions, he turns to think about other issues to maintain Bing Xin.
Hearing the words of the eighteenth, the clear and elegant Ji Jianzhang took a deep look at her, and then swept across Lin Que, haha smiled:
"The old man has not walked the rivers and lakes for many years. It seems that everyone in this war-torn area has forgotten the name of the "Qingtian Sword"."
"Let's make a discussion, afterwards, we will consider how to apologize and how to make up for it!"
As he talked, his smile narrowed and his tone became harsh, and when the last word was spoken, his fingers flicked at the tip of the sword.
Zheng!
The sound of the dragon's chants rushed into the sky and echoed throughout the main laboratory. The ears of the remaining scientific researchers wearing protective clothing slammed and immediately fell into a silent world.
The sword sounded in the ears, and the brilliance broke out. First, the thin rays of light rose up like a fountain, and then fell down, covering the 18th.
It has a strong suction force, making it difficult for the enemy to move, even moths fighting the fire, throwing themselves into the net.
Liangyi Magnetic Lightsaber!
The sword cuts the flesh, and the "instrument" is broken magnetically!
This is the most effective way to deal with products like "artificial weapon engineering".
However, on the 18th, her thoughts and reactions were like normal outer gangs, and she was not affected in any way. The fact that she had previously proposed to be stunned made her eyes squinted, Xinghui hides anger, and is no different from ordinary people.
Her eyes flashed brightly, and she instantly recovered her calm, without forcibly moving, her hands supported on the edge of the long experimental table, her body leaned back, and her right foot, which fell outside, followed the suction force and shaved it upwards. The knife slashed towards the core of Jianmang's "fountain".
The moment Ji Jianzhang took out the sword, even while he was speaking, Dou Ning was ready to take a step forward, squatting down, and inserting the quaint long sword that shone in the moonlight in his hand. After reaching the ground, a heavy and dark glow spread out.
The surrounding concrete cracked immediately, as if it had been weathered for a long time, and dried up to the extreme, while the remaining experimenters who were shocked by the sound of swords stuck their feet to the ground and kept shaking, and the skin on their bodies was dry inch by inch, as if blood and moisture were being Was taken away.
And Youmang may be heavy or light, causing the gravitational imbalance in this area, pulling the 18th in the opposite direction, causing her razor-like right foot to be sluggish, and it fits perfectly with Ji Jianzhang’s sword power, which shows that The tacit understanding of ten years of precipitation.
The eighth style of Doubu, "Withered and devastated. Deadly earth"!
There are three stages of this ultimate move. First, it extracts the surrounding water, including the ground, including the creatures attached to it, then simulates a certain degree of gravity, interferes with and affects the enemy, and waits for it to induce an earthquake at the locked position and release The gathered energy, these three changes can not be performed together, only one of them can be intercepted, and the sequence can also be mastered deeply, self-change, as you like.
Dangdangdang!
The light of "Razor" split many "sword rain" and accurately blocked Ji Jianzhang's weapon. However, due to being pulled, it slowed down a bit and slipped through the net with a lot of brilliance, which was continuously chopped down by them. body.
If she hadn't condensed the shield in time on the 18th to withstand the damage, she would be scarred all over her body.
Zheng! Dou Ning stood up and pulled out his saber. From left to right, he lightly cut his opponent diagonally, but the suction was obvious.
Beside her, the experimenter wearing protective clothing fell to the ground like a domino, his face full of fear, like a specially made corpse.
But Ji Jianzhang's wrist shook, his long sword half pocketed, from right to left, heavy as if he was hanging a thousand catties, but he felt like pushing others.
One inhalation, one rebuke, one pull and one push, the swordsmanship of the two complemented each other and enveloped the number 18.
The building was set up next to the metal bed and didn't rush in.
Waigang-level battles occupy an extraordinary space and range. If there is no long-term cooperative practice and forced help, it will 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 one after another. You will attack the enemy one by one, just like your own experience with Ren Li, but unfortunately the old couple have been in the rivers and lakes side by side for many years. Intervention gap.
It feels like an unnecessary crowd of onlookers... Lou Cheng's thoughts flashed, but he didn't relax at all.
The eighteenth appeared, and the seventeenth?
Is the No. 16 considered better than his No. 17?
Is he also in the base, is coming quickly after hearing the movement, or is lurking somewhere, waiting for the chance of a fatal blow?
With such concerns hanging in his head, Lou Cheng completely gave up the idea of besieging the 18th.
While blocking the aftermath of the Waigang-class battle, preventing Lin Que, who is incapable of action, from being accidentally injured, he used Bingxin to reflect around him and examine the situation of his brother.
Lin Que's pain eased, and his slightly muddy pupils reflected Lou Cheng's figure.
He froze for two seconds. Fang remembered who it was, and his tight muscles relaxed, his eyelids half drooping, covering the fragility that passed by.
When he opened his eyes again, his emotions were deepened, and two sparks of sparkle appeared at the bottom of the secluded pool.
The chapped lips moved with difficulty, and the throat fluctuated up and down a few times, but they couldn't spit out a sound. From the shape of the mouth, they clearly said:
"Thanks, thanks..."
Lou Cheng saw a sore nose, and was busy looking for ways to disarm various devices. He was not proficient in such things and was afraid to start for a while, for fear that some important equipment would be ripped off and the situation of the elder brother would take a sharp turn.
He glanced at the area away from the battlefield and at some of the scientific researchers who had turned into ice sculptures. With a press of his right hand, he condensed an indefinite ice wall beside the metal bed to withstand the aftermath of the battle in the outer gangway.
Looking up, Lou Cheng rushed to the scientific researcher who looked like the boss, with a lavender flame in his left palm, and patted him on the shoulder.
Tick and tick, the ice layer melted, and the scientific researcher's face was blue and trembling, but it was a pity that what was waiting for him was not warm words, but simplified "soldier" tactics.
The scientific researcher collapsed in an instant, and Lou Cheng was forcibly dragged to the metal bedside to "consult". I knew everything I knew, and I couldn't say enough. I couldn't wait to explain it to myself after several one-night stands.
Or press, or pull, Lou Cheng quickly disarmed Lin Que's device.
Just finished this, he was shocked, turned his body, and looked at the door.
A figure dragged the afterglow closer, and was stopped by Lou Cheng's gaze.
His blonde hair is combed into the middle, his pupils are like flames, and are red. He is wearing a white T-shirt with the number "17" on his body, a black jacket, and his hands in front of him. It hurts nothing.
It’s the seventeenth... Lou Cheng put down a boulder in his heart, but he has more worries.
This main laboratory says that it’s not small, and it’s not big. It must take care of the defensive elder brother. It must not be able to use its fists as much as possible. Looking at the appearance of the seventeenth, it is not an easy enemy to deal with... …
With many thoughts, Lou Cheng quickly made a decision. He suddenly leaned back, stretched out his palm and pressed it, and sealed Lin Que in the crystal clear layers, leaving a few holes for breathing.
In this way, as long as Grandpa Koko and grandma get rid of the 18th as soon as possible, the impact on the eldest brother will be within control~IndoMTL.com~ The two evils are the lesser of power!
Lou Cheng moved like this, and the seventeenth also moved. He lowered his back, like a hunting leopard, and leaped over, clenched his fists, placed his side, covered with golden red fire.
As soon as he pressed it, Lou Cheng also rushed forward, his right fist burst into lavender flames, and he was tightly wrapped.
The anger in his heart was leaked out a little bit under the control of "the gods above his head" to cheer for "Emperor Ziyan"!
Boom!
Fists collided and exploded. The paralyzed scientific researcher was directly lifted off and hit the wall severely. The bones were broken, the mouth was sprayed with blood, and the eyes were dead.
For such guys who experiment with innocent and involuntary people, Lou Cheng has no sympathy, and even hopes to burn them out!
The splash of lavender and golden red ignited some of the devices, activated the smoke alarm, and sprinkled the latest fire extinguishing materials.
Amid the fireworks, the fists of No.17 and Lou Cheng reverberated at the same time. One of them retreated with their left shoulder, moved in with their right shoulder, smashed their elbows down, with a right fist closed, and their left fist moved in, still covering the purple inflammation.
In an instant, Lou Cheng opened his fist, stretched out his five fingers, and firmly supported No.17's elbow with his palm.
The elbow of No.17 suddenly sank, and with a flick of his forearm, he slapped his fist with the force, and the golden flames spun and erupted.
As soon as he moved, Lou Cheng's elbow-jointed palm shook suddenly, scattered the enemy's fist, shaking him back a few steps, and flowing Ziyan over.
At the same time, he tilted his head slightly, flashing most of the golden red, and the remaining few did not leave any scorch marks on his face, as if he was fighting with his cat.
On the seventeenth, he shook his forearm, letting Zi Yan fall softly, softening the ground and leaving black marks.
Both parties are masters of fire control!
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