Weird Tips: I'm Crazy, Weird Is Crazier.

Chapter 210 That Move, Killing a Life
After coming and going, Zhang Xingxing finally managed to escape and disappeared around a corner with Xiang Xin.

She Sheng also clearly understood at this time that this chasing game cannot begin without Duan Ming being dealt with first.

This time, he didn't make such a big commotion like just now, and slowly walked out from the shattered wall with a gloomy face.

"I really didn't expect you to be able to comprehend one of the original rules of destruction, so I can't keep you."

"Xiang Xin, I will ask for it"

"You must die too!"

"you may try it."

Duan Ming smiled slightly, took out a rotten wooden stick from his crotch and held it tightly in his hand.

It looks relaxed on the surface, but in fact it is like facing an enemy.

This one is the most powerful opponent he has encountered so far, even if the opponent's current strength is not even a single one, he must not be taken lightly.

Desperate level, if you go up one step further, you will reach the unspeakable full level of the paradox, how can it be so simple.

Similarly, She Sheng is now extremely cautious.

Duan Ming's rules of destruction made him fearful.

The original rules only exist in legends. He knows that there are, but he has never seen them with his own eyes. He just heard about some characteristics and powers. He has no way to understand the real and specific ones.

Just now, he has completely experienced the dominance of this ability, and he secretly felt the ghost energy left in his lower body. He is afraid that even if he uses the ability of rules, it will not help, and it will eventually be scattered under the rules of destruction. Besides, advanced rule abilities He also did not use blue.

He touched his cheek, the previous Lan Yan fist left a horrific scar on his face, and even melted the flesh and blood on the side of his face, revealing the dense white bones and teeth inside, and a faint ghostly aura lingered on the edge of the wound Automatically heals.

Presumably the opponent's understanding of the rules of destruction is not deep, this kind of damage is acceptable.

Even if I don't use the expensive ghost skills, I will crush you with my body!
With a decision in his heart, She Sheng immediately sprinted, his figure was like a ghost, carrying a touch of extreme darkness from left to right.

This is the most superficial application of the rules of darkness.

Disrupt the enemy's line of sight and lock.

"Uh"

Duan Ming was taken aback and scratched his butt.

Then he took out the gossip plate from his crotch and threw it over.

Boom!
"oops!"

The imposing figure just now bared his teeth again, and squatted on the ground with his head in his hands.

It really hurts!

What the hell is this!
I'm shaking like that, can you still lock my position?

The rule ability of this gossip plate is really not covered, it hurts if it hurts, it hurts so much that even if it is stronger than She Sheng, he can't help being a little dizzy under this blow.

When the dizziness subsided a little, the chilling feeling of crisis came from behind again.

Hmph, do you think I'll still be fooled?

His eyes were fixed, and instead of rushing forward, he kicked his legs and rushed backwards.

Boom! ! !
"what!!!"

"Why are you behind me!"

This time it was the back of the head that got hit.

It's still the stick, full of lethality.

Duan Ming: "I've been right behind you, are you an idiot?"

As he said that, he raised the "sword that cannot be drawn out of its sheath" as if to smash it.

She Sheng has learned a lesson this time, although he doesn't know why the ordinary things that this kid took out can always cause such effective damage to his level, so he has to guard against it.

Even if his mind is still buzzing, he still rolls to the side with a lazy donkey.

A stick hit the concrete floor, making a crack.

By the way stuck.

In the next second, Duan Ming dropped his stick and retreated in an emergency.

She Sheng adjusted his posture and came over, the target was his wrist.

Even though the current Sacrifice suffered great physical injuries in the virtual and real space of the virtual and real eyes, it was enough to suppress Duan Ming's current state.

It was so dangerous that it was almost kicked off.

Forget it, just empty-handed.

Besides, the opponent didn't intend to give me a chance to pull back the stick, and kicked it out with one leg, and my feet were full of black air, just like athlete's foot that hadn't been washed for more than 80 days.

Of course, this is not just for aesthetics, but a real killer move.

Just like in Fengxian High School, this phantom could condense the darkness into a sharp sword, and it is the same now, after the opponent's feet broke the threat of the wooden stick, they swept over with a different move, and the darkness that was originally like gas instantly turned into a sword. For a solid blade.

Duan Ming's pupils shrank.

So fast!

Urgently protect the vital points, and at the same time defend the position, the blue flame rises.

The black blade could only be partially dissolved, and the remaining half still cut through Duan Ming's forearm, leaving a deep bone wound.

But the most terrible thing is not this, the power of this leg should not be underestimated.

Just like She Sheng who was blown away earlier, Duan Ming quickly retreated like a cannonball and crashed into a wall.

Give up your life and smile evilly, like a shadow.

In the following time, Duan Ming was almost seen being beaten up by this seriously injured Despair-level senior, like a human sandbag.

But gradually, she felt something was wrong with giving up her life.

Why does the opponent always have to take advantage of himself every time he is knocked into the air?Either touch your leg or rub your chest.

Also, why does it seem that the more injured the other party is, the more difficult it is to deal with?

Until he swung his dark fist this time, Duan Ming firmly caught it with one hand.

Duan Ming slowly raised his scarred face, but his eyes were shining brightly.

The corners of his mouth slowly grinned.

"Is it enough?"

"It's almost the same, is it my turn?"

She Sheng's heart skipped a beat, and his pupils shrank instantly as he secretly sensed it.

In the next moment, a palpitation arose from the bottom of my heart.

In the close sight, Duan Ming's eyes have turned scarlet, and he wears an exaggerated smile, looking extremely crazy.

What's more terrible is that an inexplicable suction force was generated in vain in his tightly clenched fist, and the ghost energy in his body that was about to be exhausted crazily surged towards the fist.

and many more!

Is the ghost energy about to run out?

It was obvious that there were not so few of them just now!I haven't used the expensive ghost skills much!

"You sucked my ghost energy?!" He roared with wide eyes.

Duan Ming raised the corner of his mouth even more exaggeratedly: "Did you find it? I thought you wouldn't notice it when you were high. You thought I liked to touch you, a dead ghost."

"Want to slowly restore ghost energy and heal physical injuries? It's a good idea."

"Impossible! How can it be possible to forcibly absorb other people's ghost energy!" Shesheng roared excitedly, trying to break free, but the hand seemed to be chained and could not move.

At this time, he paused: "No, could it be that."

"Hey, guessed it?"

Duan Ming raised a finger pinching the opponent's hand, revealing a corner of his bright red seventh gluttonous eye.

And...one of the nine eyes? !
At this moment, She Sheng's heart was trembling, and he really felt the threat of death.

Now the other party's physical strength has greatly increased due to unknown reasons, and he has been secretly absorbed by ghost energy, making him even weaker.

He channeled the remaining ghost energy, and the dark sphere that had disappeared behind him reappeared, but now it was only the size of a fist.

The same move, but only a ghost claw protruding from it, this time it's a little different, it's not for containment, it's just for attack.

The five fingers of the ghost claw were sharp, and the target pointed directly at Duan Ming's open chest.

"You thought you were the only one with three hands?"

The "third hand" prop that had been dusted for a long time showed its power again. A lifelike left hand protruded from Duan Ming's chest. In its palm, it also propped up a big blood-red eye, pressing down hard on Duan Ming's body .

The third hand's ability to copy the gluttonous eye is only half, and the ghost energy sucked in cannot be absorbed by Duan Ming, and can only consume the opponent.

That's enough.

The unintentionally increased suction made She Sheng's movements stagnate, and the more obvious manifestation was that the ghost claw became more and more illusory.

But it can't stop its offensive.

The support of the ghost qi became less, and its speed was also greatly slowed down. Duan Ming quickly moved his body, and the attack part of the ghost claw changed from the deadly heart to the shoulder, passing through the body.

Duan Ming didn't even blink his brows, the black pupils under the red eyes were almost shrunk to a dot, his expression was distorted, like a lunatic.

At the moment of Ghost Claw's defeat, She Sheng already understood that the current state had no chance of winning against this one.

He is decisive.

Also very ruthless.

Raising his other hand, he cut off his right hand held by Duan Ming at the shoulder without hesitation, turned around and started running wildly.

Duan Ming looked at the severed arm in his hand, casually threw it aside, and did not catch up immediately.

He closed his eyes and twisted his shoulders. This ghostly feeling made him very happy.

Opening his eyes again, the figure with the broken arm had already run a very long distance.

Maybe give that a try.

As soon as the footsteps moved, the figure disappeared instantly, leaving only the dust raised in place.

Appeared again, not far from She Sheng.

At this moment, his momentum was like a rainbow, and it couldn't be easier to chase someone who lost his arm and couldn't maintain his balance.

Hearing the movement behind him, She Sheng was almost frightened out of his soul, and the quick glance back made his liver and gallbladder split.

Duan Ming had already turned into the little blue fire man, mixed with surging black air.

Raging surge, the first level of the rule of strength, the state is fully open, and the sense of oppression is full.

One punch.

Just one punch.

She Sheng's figure was blown away like a phantom.

But he was a little lucky instead.

Although this punch knocked out almost half of his blood, it wasn't enough to kill him. With the force of the blow, he still had a chance to escape.

But in the next second, he almost stopped breathing.

I saw that Duan Ming was still maintaining the posture of punching, but an identical figure sprang out from that body again, catching up with She Sheng at a faster speed than before.

With one leg, it was stopped from the air, and it fell to the ground hard, smashing a huge pit with a diameter of two or three meters on the concrete floor.

She Sheng was lying in the very center, already dying.

It wasn't over yet, but Duan Ming in the air kept his movements unchanged, and a third figure emerged from it.

The blue figure fell from the sky at such a high speed that he didn't see the process of falling at all.

boom!
Deafening.

The giant pit has been enlarged several times.

When the smoke cleared, only Duan Ming stood proudly in the pit, and at his feet, a headless corpse drooped his left hand weakly.

(End of this chapter)