Stop In The Deep Sea

"Hahahahaha..."

The soft and weird laughter resounded throughout the street, with a hint of arrogance, like a devil coming to the world.

Cheng Ye slowly fell from the air and slowly floated in front of Wang Xin. His eyes were like a husband who lifted his hijab on his wedding night, full of passion and desire.

"I'll just say it, I'll just say it..."

While making a distorted smile, he raised his head and sighed strangely: "Your life only belongs to me. I will tear you into pieces with my own hands."

At this time, Jing Le, who was on the field, also noticed the appearance of Cheng Ye. He jumped onto the cross with a cat leap and raised his hand to remove the [Extremely Heavy Field].

Wang Xin was finally able to breathe, and he put away his murderous intention and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Now, two perverted fighting maniacs have gathered together.

Jing Le raised his eyebrows slightly, looking slightly unhappy. He looked at Cheng Ye and asked, "Cheng Ye, what do you mean? I finally found such an ancient warrior with such a high level of cultivation. Don't compete with me."

Cheng Ye suddenly looked back, his eyes blazing, and responded word for word: "Wang Xin belongs to me."

His tone was very cold and irresistible.

Although the Mimicry Alliance shares the same hatred on the surface, it is actually not harmonious internally.

This is normal, the twelve owl are all masters among masters, and it is understandable that they are a little arrogant at heart.

Jing Le smiled disdainfully, and then said: "Then let's see who kills him first."

Cheng Ye snorted coldly, with anger in his eyes: "Don't force me to fight with you."

His expression was as if someone was grabbing food from his bowl.

Jing Le's eyes turned and he immediately had another idea: "Since you are not willing to give him up to me, then let's fight him for ten minutes each. It's fair. Whoever he dies in the hands of will be his."

When she said this, she didn't mean to compromise, she just wanted to make this killing game more interesting.

When Wang Xin heard this, he was very angry.

What do these two people think of themselves?

A guinea pig left to be slaughtered, or a piece of fish on the chopping board?

Scholars can be killed but not humiliated!

In today's situation, a war cannot be avoided no matter what.

If that's the case, what nonsense is there? Just do it and that’s it.

In the journey of ancient martial arts, you should hold your head high and your chest high, and your heart should be prouder than the sky. If you can't kill decisively, then there is no need to talk about fighting for the sky!

Wang Xin took a deep breath and decided to strike first. Then the "Mahattan Sutra" started running wildly, and an extremely pure power spread out from the center.

"Six Paths Buddha's Hand!"

He took the lead in launching an attack, and his huge golden palm instantly formed in mid-air and swept towards Jing Le who was standing beside him.

In an instant, dust flew into the air, and everything in sight was submerged in yellow sand.

Jing Le was just thinking about how to take action before Cheng Ye, when he saw Wang Xin attacking him, he suddenly felt happy, it was exactly what he wanted.

However, this time she did not use Sequence Mimicry [Extremely Heavy Field], nor did she use the exquisite Bano War Dance. Instead, she changed to a new attack method - spurring spear technique.

This kind of spearmanship originated in Bano in the mid-19th century, during the War of Independence of the Resia Empire. In order to resist cavalry, soldiers developed this spearmanship specifically for stabbing horses.

Although the Resia Empire has long since disappeared in the long river of history, the art of spearing and spearing has been passed down to this day and has been enriched by some local armies and turned into a powerful combat skill.

The two-meter-long metal cross turned into a windmill in Jing Le's hands like a child's toy. With the blessing of elastic mithril, it even achieved an effect that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Throwing away the spear to perform this technique, although the piercing ability of the spear tip was lost, the weight and attack range of the cross made up for the deficiency, and even caused greater damage.

Wang Xin did not dare to relax and always paid attention to the opponent's movements. The Six Paths Buddha's Hands and Tai Chi Sanshou appeared alternately, and the yin and yang fish's momentum flashed around him.

The mimics around them all exclaimed in surprise. Most of them were newcomers who had just joined the organization and had never seen such an advanced ancient warrior.

"Look, there are black and white halos in Wang Xin's hands! How did he do it?!" A mimic discovered the details and exclaimed.

"It was transformed by spiritual energy. Only extremely powerful ancient warriors would have such a strange phenomenon." Someone who had been in contact with the ancient martial arts circle explained with a frown.

In these days, the Mimicry Alliance has conquered two major regions and has dealt with many ancient warriors, but the people in front of them are more tyrannical than anything they have encountered before.

If the ancient warriors were as powerful as Wang Xin, then it might not be that easy for the alliance to dominate the entire deep sea.

Even if they have 100,000 tribesmen, they still have to weigh everything.

After all, when it comes to individual combat capabilities, ancient warriors are still slightly better.

The variety of techniques is too complicated. Sects that have been passed down for thousands of years have their own unique secret techniques, which can be compared to the growth of non-mimics in a few months.

Watching the two of them constantly fighting, Cheng Ye couldn't wait any longer and turned into an afterimage to join the battle.

"Suffer death!"

With the addition of Cheng Ye, Wang Xin gradually became weak, but he was not afraid at all. Instead, he accelerated the movement of the Six Paths Buddha Hands and used offense as defense.

Because he knows that once he falls into passivity, decline will immediately follow.

Fortunately, there is a Earthly Evil Circumpole Diagram in the sea of ​​consciousness. Seventy-two stone characters and bronze tiles form a leaning angle, rotating rapidly around the black air mass.

The surrounding spiritual energy is continuously being sucked into his body, like a never-ending engine, which will not be exhausted even if he fights continuously.

Just as the three men were fighting fiercely, a bullet broke through the air and hit Jing Le.

"boom--"

With his keen insight, Jing Le suddenly raised the silver cross and blocked the attack.

With a "clang" sound, the bullet bounced off the cross and shot into the window of a nearby store, causing the entire glass to shatter to the ground.

"Who?!" Jing Le stopped what she was doing and looked around cautiously, but she didn't find anyone suspicious.

As soon as he finished speaking, another bullet struck, but this time the target was Cheng Ye who was standing beside him.

"boom--"

Cheng Ye did not dodge, and the bullet actually passed through the blood mist under him.

He turned around and leaned over to pick up the bullet from the ground, put it in his hand and took a look, then his expression darkened.

Because this bullet is not made of ordinary metal, but - elastic mithril!

However, from the trajectory of the shot, he had already found the approximate location of the person coming.

"Come out!" Cheng Ye roared angrily, gave up on Wang Xin, and attacked into the crowd.

Wang Xin looked around, he was also a little puzzled.

bullet?

Among the friends I know well, there is no one who uses firearms as weapons.

But the other party attacked Jing and Cheng, obviously trying to help him.

Then who could this person be?