StarCraft In the Palm of Your Hand

The room in the air-raid shelter has been locked, and only Yang Ying and No. 10 can get out of this room, but in fact, only Yang Ying can get out of the room, because he has already ordered the people in the air-raid shelter that if he Defeated, the whole catty was detonated with excessive explosives, and the room was detonated, destroying Dao Feng's body and No. 10 together.

But Cha No. 10 is still thinking about taking Dao Feng alive as a hostage in order to get out of this room. But Yang Ying had already made up his mind that he would never let him leave this place after seeing the real body of the Emperor Blade.

Now Yang Ying is more prepared. Once the blade dies, he can move into a new body at any time, because in this half month, more than one useful body has been prepared on the floating continent.

However, although there is a surefire way out, if he can win, Yang Ying will do everything possible to win!

When No. 10's finger pierced his chest, Yang Ying felt a sharp pain, but it was just a pain. Because of the sharp pain, he felt more power pouring out of his body!

When No. 10 pulled out his fingers and laughed, Yang Ying suddenly raised his left hand and grabbed No. 10's wrist. Number ten's reaction speed was even before Yang Ying's action. Instantly withdrew his hand back.

But he still underestimated Yang Ying's explosive power. Yang Ying grabbed his finger, pulled it hard, pulled No. 10 back, and slashed at his head with a backhand sword.

Although No. 10 was shocked, he reacted in an instant, as if he had rehearsed countless times, he turned around 180 degrees, and kicked Yang Ying away with just the right kick.

However, Yang Ying still held on to his fingers. Instead, he pulled and twisted harder, and there was a click, and No. 10 let out a scream, and the **** that had pierced Yang Ying's chest were torn off alive!

"Why are you okay?" Number Ten roared out from deep in his throat.

"There's no need to explain to you that Yang Ying knows that this is due to the Zerg's high-strength, high-hardness, high-recovery, and low-consumption physique.

Although that thorn looks full of momentum. Both fingers pierced his chest, but the real damage was limited, because at least half of the impact force was blocked by the biological armor on the body surface, and the rest was partially blocked by the muscles. Only a small part of the force actually hurts the chest cavity.

Penetrating damage from finger force is removed. The trauma caused by the finger itself is trivial. With the recovery ability of the Zerg, it can only be regarded as a minor injury.

At this time, the wound had grown granulation, and it took less than ten seconds to close up. Then the biological armor was covered again. Only half a minute passed, and the wound disappeared without a trace.

Of course, No. 10 would not stand in the distance and watch Yang Ying recover from his injury within half a minute. When he just saw the granulation, he knew that this monster-like guy in front of him had the recovery ability that matched the name of a monster. He immediately swung his sword up to inflict more wounds while Yang Ying was still alive?

No. 10's palm was no longer bleeding. With his strength, he could completely control every muscle in his body. It would be a piece of cake to contract the muscles around the wound and suppress the blood vessels.

Seeing No. 10 rushing towards him, Yang Ying immediately soared into the air, and threw back No. 10's **** as hidden weapons in the air.

Two fingers scraped two straight lines in the air like bullets, piercing No. 10's eyes.

"Bastard, how dare you attack me with my fingers!" Number Ten was furious, but he still wanted to recover his fingers for the replantation of severed limbs. He doesn't want to use two mechanical fingers to replace the index and middle fingers of his left hand for the rest of his life?

After Yang Ying threw out two fingers, he rushed towards No. 10's position. The sword pointed directly at No. 10's forehead, and the murderous stabbing made No. 10's forehead tremble.

No. 10 used powerful thoughts to remove the brute force attached to the two fingers, then caught the **** with his left hand, and met Yang Ying's sword with his right hand, and only heard a sound, and the **** met again. Together.

Yang Ying used the momentum to push No. 10 back three steps.

"what!"

When No. 10 stood on his heels, his face was congested and his eyes were blood red. He roared, his feet cracked the ground, and pushed Yang Ying back with a strong force.

Then, he put **** into the inner pocket of the robe, and pressed towards Yang Ying again. In a flash, he came to Yang Ying, spit out a ball of fire, and turned into nine fire snakes towards Yang Ying.

"Did it turn into a magic attack? Yang Ying knew that the strength of the opponent's thought power was higher than his own, so he adopted the tactic of exploiting strengths and avoiding weaknesses. Under normal circumstances, the strength of magic power and the strength of thought power are directly proportional.

Yang Ying split the lightsaber and hit two fire snakes. The pure energy blade restored the energy in the fire snake into pure energy and absorbed it.

However, the other seven fire snakes still rolled towards him unwaveringly.

Under the cover of the fiery snake, No. 10's sword also seemed to be a poisonous snake, and the tip of the sword wobbled unsteadily. As if a fatal blow could be delivered at any time.

"As for spells, I will accompany you. Although my understanding of spells is not comprehensive enough, let alone profound, I still have a few tricks of killer steel." Yang Ying dodged abruptly and took a few steps back. Two bright white lights flashed from his eyes.

That is another unique skill of the protoss templar besides illusion.

Psychic storm!

The flashing electric light lit up instantly, and at the same time it made a crackling sound. The lightning turned into electric snakes, filling the space within a radius of ten meters. Yang Ying deliberately controlled the power within this range.

Humans have worshiped thunder since ancient times. The ancients believed that thunder symbolizes the power of the gods like prison, and the will of heaven and earth, which is invincible and irresistible to all things.

Although Yang Ying's spiritual storm cannot compare with the strength of natural thunder and lightning, it has an extremely powerful threat in that small space.

The seven fire snakes were instantly engulfed by the arm-thick electric snake, and exploded into clusters of sparks. The electric snake wandered back and forth and climbed onto No. 10's body. Almost instantly, No. 10's body was covered by the electric snake. His clothes were on fire, he let out a sharp scream again, and his figure flashed. Flee away from the range of the psychic storm.

When he got outside, he still didn't dare to stop. He was afraid that the lightning would extend over him. After fleeing for more than ten meters, he stopped. Using his thoughts, he gathered the moisture in the air and turned it into a water ball, extinguishing the flames all over his body.

After the psychic storm disappeared, there was a smell of burning and ozone in the air. The smell of ammonia was produced by lightning ionizing oxygen. As for the smell of burning, it was when Number Ten was entangled by electric snakes. The smell of burnt flesh.

No. 10 who escaped was extremely miserable. His clothes were torn and weighed several kilograms. The exposed parts were covered with scorched black skin, and his face was also disfigured. Nervous function has been disordered, and his strength has been reduced by at least 30%.

Yang Ying knew that if it were an ordinary person who suffered the injury of No. 10, he would have already fallen into a coma.

"Accept the move, Yang Ying kicked his legs. He walked to the left of No. 10, transformed into three people, or chopped, stabbed, or swept. The three of them used three kinds of moves to attack No. 10 at the same time. .

Although No. 10 was seriously injured, he still sneered at Dao Feng. In his eyes, Dao Feng only relied on his well-developed limbs to injure him with such a low power of thought.

"Even if you have failed once, do you still use the old tricks? Sure enough, a rookie is a rookie. As long as I use the wind blade to test, your phantom will either be killed by the wind blade, or you will be exposed to block my wind blade. There are only these two possibilities, no matter which one it is, it is useless for you to release the phantom

Thinking in his heart, he once again used a large wind blade to clear the way, and at the same time danced the lightsaber into a ball of red light. After waiting for the wind blade to distinguish Yang Ying's real body, he used the killer copper to recover all the damage Yang Ying caused him.

However, the development of things is not as he thought.

"What, it's all phantoms." On the tenth, the wind blade beat three Yang Ying without hindrance. The three of them were smashed into scattered bubbles at the same time.

"Where is the real body? Number Ten suddenly became nervous.

In fact, Yang Ying had already used the invisibility technique of the dark templar when he dodged, and then released an illusion. Then he used a catty on the illusion, the illusion technique, turning the illusion into three, successfully attracting No. 10's attention.

After all, No. 10 has experienced a lot of battles and has rich experience. After seeing the three Yang Yings disappear, he immediately put the lightsaber behind his back, just in time to hold a light right that suddenly appeared from the void." At the same time, No. 10's whole body Rushing forward, offset part of the strength of Yang Ying's sword.

After rushing a few steps, No. 10 turned around suddenly, and used his thoughts to roll up the puddle of water that was put out just now, turning it into ice arrows and shooting towards Yang Ying.

Yang Ying secretly said it was a pity, this time taking advantage of No. 10 having just been attacked by a psychic storm, he was excited. Only then did he get close to him. If No. 10 was concentrating, with his low-rank Psychic-level Psychic power, even in an invisible state, he would not be able to approach him silently within ten meters.

However, the invisibility technique can still disturb No. 10's vision, which can play a big auxiliary role. It would be even more perfect if he was holding the invisible light knife of the dark templar in his hand.

At this time, Yang Ying had already played all his cards, and basically used all the tricks once, so that No. 10 was on guard. When he used it next time, it would be difficult to achieve the first effect.

The two of you came and went, fighting with hundreds of moves. Relying on his deeper experience, No. 10 gained the upper hand, cutting off a section of Yang Ying's bone and wing from time to time, or inflicting some injuries on some parts of Yang Ying's body that did not affect the battle.

In fact, he could have done better, but Yang Ying dodged him every time he was about to make a final kill. Emperor Blade's Zerg blood fully brought out Yang Ying's fighting instinct.

Yang Ying exchanged minor injuries for serious injuries, and escaped from the crisis of severed hands, feet, and even heads many times. At the same time, he also added a few wounds to No. 10, but they were not deep.

The later on the tenth, the more impatient. He knew that if this continued, a protracted battle would probably end in victory for one side. In the choice between his own life and mission, he chose life.

"Go to hell!" Number Ten resorted to his most powerful trick~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and locked Yang Ying tightly, and the sword danced into a ball of burning red light, as if forming a giant axe , almost split Yang Ying's whole body from it.

However, Yang Ying managed to escape from the giant axe at the cost of a pair of bone wings.

He took a few steps back, clenched his lightsaber and pointed it at Number Ten. The fierce battle caused the wounds all over his body to recover quickly. On the other hand, No. 10, who only had a few small wounds on his body, seemed to have lost all his strength, panting violently on the spot.

"Sure enough, your experience makes your swordsmanship superior to mine. I learned a lot from this duel." Yang Ying said with a smile, "However, you have used all your moves and still haven't killed me. Now you have entered downhill. And I'm still full of energy, obviously the game is over

Yang Ying gave a loud shout and raised his sword to rush towards No. 10 again. The two sides fought fiercely for twenty or thirty moves, and Yang Ying chopped off No. 10's sword-holding hand with one strike.

"I don't agree.

Number Ten shouted bitterly, "Your body is not a human body!"

"So what? Yang Ying swiped his sword across No. 10's neck without hesitation, and chopped off his head.