Compared to No. 16, this No. 18 is more agile and natural, laughs before saying anything, and doesn't even look like he belongs to one of the experimental subjects.
If they met in another place, Lou Cheng would definitely be able to sense the weirdness and specialness of No. 4, No. 6, and even No. 16, but he would probably treat No. 18 as a normal outsider.
This may be the reason why Number Sixteen thinks she is stronger... With the elders by his side, although Lou Cheng was full of anger, he didn't take the liberty to make a stand, instead thinking about other issues to maintain Bing Xin.
Hearing No. 18's words, the elegant and refined Ji Jianzhang took a deep look at her, glanced at Lin Que from the corner of his eye, and said with a laugh:
"This old man hasn't been in the rivers and lakes for many years. It seems that everyone in this war-torn area has forgotten the name 'Qingtian Sword'."
"Let's have a discussion. Afterwards, we will consider how to apologize and how to make up for it!"
As he spoke, his smile softened, his tone became serious, and when the last word came out, he flicked on the tip of the sword with his fingers.
Zheng!
The sound of the dragon chant soared into the sky and echoed throughout the main laboratory, causing the ears of the remaining scientific researchers in protective clothing to buzz suddenly, before falling into a world of silence.
The sound of the sword entered the ears, and the brilliance burst out. The thin lights first rose up like a fountain, and then fell down, covering No. 18.
It has a strong suction force, which makes it difficult for the enemy to move, and even moths to the flame, and throw themselves into the net.
Liangyi magnetic lightsaber!
The sword cuts the flesh, and the magnet breaks the "instrument"!
This is the most effective way to deal with products like "artificial weapon engineering".
However, No. 18's thoughts and reactions were normal, and she was not affected. The fact that she was pushed back by the previous proposal made her eyes narrow, Xinghui hid her anger, and she was no different from ordinary people.
There was a sparkle in her eyes, and she regained her composure in an instant. She did not forcefully move her hands. She propped her hands on the edge of the long experimental table, leaned back, and followed the suction force with her right foot, which was hanging outside, and shaved it upwards. To the core of Jianmang's "Fountain".
But the moment Ji Jianzhang drew his sword, even while he was speaking, Dou Ning made preparations, took a step forward, squatted down, and inserted the simple long sword in his hand into the ground, A heavy and gloomy glow spread out.
The surrounding concrete immediately cracked, as if it had been weathered for a long time, and it was extremely dry. However, the remaining experimenters who were shocked by the sword sound stuck their feet to the ground and kept shaking. .
And Youmang is heavy or light, making the gravitational force in this area unbalanced, pulling No. 18 in the opposite direction, making her razor-like right foot slow down, and it perfectly matches with Ji Jianzhang's sword posture, which shows that decades of precipitation tacit understanding.
Doubu's eighth style, "Dry and scarred. 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 a certain degree of gravity, disturbing and affecting the enemy. At the end, it triggers an earthquake at the locked position and releases the accumulated energy. , these three changes can not be performed together, only one of them can be intercepted, and the sequence can also be mastered in depth, and you can change yourself and do whatever you want.
Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang!
The "razor" light split many "sword rain", accurately blocking Ji Jianzhang's weapon, but due to being pulled, he was a little slower, and a lot of radiance slipped through the net, and they chopped down on him continuously.
If No. 18 hadn't condensed the shield in time to resist the damage, she might be bruised all over.
Zheng! Dou Ning stood up straight, drew out his saber, and slashed his opponent lightly from left to right, but the suction was obvious.
Beside her, the experimenters in protective clothing fell to the ground like dominoes, their faces full of fear, like specially made mummy.
But Ji Jianzhang's wrist trembled, and the long sword was half in his pocket, from right to left, as heavy as if he was hanging a heavy object, but he felt like pushing someone.
Sucking and repelling, pulling and pushing, the swordsmanship of the two complemented each other, enveloping No. 18 inside.
Lou set up beside the metal bed and didn't intervene rashly.
The battle at the Waigang level occupies an extraordinary amount of 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 attack the enemy one after another, just like the experience I had with Ren Li back then, but unfortunately the old couple have traveled side by side for many years and cooperated tacitly, leaving no room for others to intervene .
It felt like an unnecessary crowd of onlookers... Thoughts flashed through Lou Cheng, but he didn't relax at all.
The eighteenth has appeared, but what about the seventeenth
What about No. 17 who was considered stronger by No. 16
Is he also in the base, coming quickly after hearing the movement, or is he lurking somewhere, waiting for a fatal blow
With such worries hanging in the back of his mind, Lou Cheng completely gave up the idea of besieging No. 18.
While blocking the aftermath of the battle at the Outer Gang level to prevent the immobile Lin Que from being accidentally injured, he used Bing Xin to illuminate the surroundings to examine the situation of his uncle.
Lin Que's pain eased, Lou Cheng's figure was reflected in his slightly muddy pupils.
He was stunned for two seconds before he remembered who it was, his tense muscles relaxed, and his eyelids half drooped to cover up the flash of fragility.
When he opened his eyes again, his emotions were already deep, and two sparks of light emerged from the bottom of the pool.
The chapped lips moved with difficulty, and the throat rose and fell a few times, but he couldn't make a sound, and from the shape of his mouth, he was clearly saying:
"thanks… "
Lou Cheng's nose was sore when he saw it, and he hurriedly searched for ways to remove the various devices. He was not proficient in such things, so he didn't dare to do it for a while, fearing that some important equipment would be ripped off, and the uncle's situation would 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 touch of his right hand, a wall of ice that would not melt for thousands of years formed beside the metal bed to resist the aftermath of the battle outside the gang.
With a vertical posture, Lou Cheng jumped to the side of a scientific researcher who looked like a leader, and with a lavender flame in his left palm, he patted the opponent's shoulder.
Tick-tick, the ice melted, and the scientific researcher turned blue and shivered. Unfortunately, what awaited him was not warm words, but simplified "soldier" formulas.
The researchers collapsed instantly, and were forcibly dragged by Lou Cheng to the side of the metal bed for "consultation".
Either pressing or pulling, Lou Cheng quickly released the device on Lin Que.
As soon as he finished this, he was startled, turned around, and looked towards the door.
A figure approached with the afterglow, and it paused under Lou Cheng's gaze.
His blond hair was parted in the middle, and his pupils were red as if they were burning with flames. He was wearing a white T-shirt with the number "17" on it, and a black jacket. His hands in front of him were surrounded by flaming snakes, without any injury.
The 17th is here... Lou Cheng let go of a big rock in his heart, but he has more worries.
The main laboratory is neither small nor big, and I have to take care of my defenseless uncle, so I definitely can't use my fists to my fullest. Judging by the appearance of No. 17, he is not an easy enemy to deal with...
Amidst his thoughts, Lou Cheng quickly made a decision, leaned back suddenly, stretched out his palm and pressed Lin Que in ice, leaving some holes for breathing.
In this way, as long as Keke's grandfather and grandmother get rid of No. 18 as soon as possible, the impact on the uncle will be within the controllable range.
The lesser of two evils!
When Lou Cheng moved like this, Number Seventeen also moved. He bent his back, like a leopard hunting, and rushed over, clenched his fists, and placed them by his side, covered by golden-red fire.
With one press, Lou Cheng also rushed forward, his right fist burst into a lavender flame and was tightly wrapped.
Under the control of the "god above his head", the anger in his heart leaked out little by little, fueling the "Emperor Ziyan"!
Boom!
Fists collided, explosions erupted everywhere, and the paralyzed scientific research personnel were directly thrown into the air, and hit the wall hard, their bones were broken, and blood was sprayed from the mouth.
Lou Cheng has no sympathy for this kind of guy who uses innocent people for experiments, and even hopes to burn them clean!
Lavender and golden red splashed, igniting some devices, activating the smoke alarms, and spilling the latest fire extinguishing materials.
In the midst of the fireworks, No. 17 and Lou Cheng's fists reverberated at the same time, one of them retreated with their left shoulder, advanced with their right shoulder, bent their elbows and smashed down, retracted their right fist, and advanced with their left fist, still covering Ziyan.
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 with a flick of his forearm, he used his force to punch out a fist, and the golden-red flames spun and erupted.
As soon as he made a move, Lou Cheng's palm that was holding the elbow joint suddenly shook, dispelling the enemy's fist force, shaking him back a few steps, and letting Zi Yan flow over.
At the same time, he tilted his head slightly, and flashed most of the golden red, while the remaining little did not leave any scorching marks on his face, as if he was playing with his own cat.
On the 17th, shaking his forearm, Ziyan fell docilely, softening the ground and leaving black marks.
Both sides are masters of fire control!
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