Stop In The Deep Sea

After adjusting his breath just now, Wang Xin has stretched the meridians throughout his body, and all body functions have been adjusted to their best condition.

Needless to say, the grudge between the two people will not end today, and he is ready to go all out.

Cheng Ye just returned to his human form for some unknown reason.

Only he knew in his heart that this was to give Wang Xin a complete curtain call.

"Let's do it, let's do it."

Cheng Ye licked his lips, his eagerness evident: "Welcome to the nightmare world."

At this time, he raised his hand and touched the back of his neck lightly, turning on the mimicry again.

"Click..."

"Click..."

It's the sound of mechanical rotation.

Countless tiny elastic mithrils swarmed out, extending from the back of his neck to his wrists. He suddenly grasped his hands, and the metal fragments turned into two bearings full of curved thorns, spinning rapidly.

Different from the previous one, this transformation is more precise and rapid, and it also adds countless slender sharp blades, which are distributed in a streamlined shape outside the arm.

At the same time, two metal horns broke through the top of the head and stretched out slowly, flashing with a strange light, with traces of blood on them, which was terrifying.

The two ears also changed, elongating downward from both sides of the cheeks, and were filled with rotors and gears under the influence of elastic mithril.

The bloody mist emerged again, replacing his legs, causing his entire body to float off the ground in mid-air.

There was silence all around!

The members of the Mimicry Alliance were all shocked, and their minds went blank for a moment.

They had heard about the strength of their immediate boss, but they had never seen it with their own eyes.

Today I finally experienced the true face of Lushan Mountain!

They never expected that the name of Nightmare was not an exaggeration, but a reality.

Is this the true strength of the Twelve Owls?

In just a few seconds, a human being was completely transformed into a "horrible creature" in front of him!

Wang Xin was secretly frightened. Cheng Ye's mimicry was even more exaggerated and terrifying than the last time the two of them fought!

"It seems that after entering the second level, Cheng Ye's strength has increased a lot."

There is no doubt that with the financial resources and background of the Mimicry Alliance, these senior leaders will be the first to carry out the second-stage transplantation of elastic mithril.

However, what Wang Xin didn't know was that the other party had turned into a third-level mimic.

At this moment, Cheng Ye suddenly took action in a condescending manner!

I saw that tall body that was already more than two meters old, moving in front of me in an instant, so fast that it didn't even leave an afterimage in the air.

Accompanied by the sound of metal gears turning, the sharp blade on his arm swiped across Wang Xin's neck.

"Pfft~"

Blood splattered.

Wang Xin never expected that the opponent's speed had reached a point where it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

If he hadn't practiced ancient martial arts for many years, his dodge ability had already been engraved in his bones, and he subconsciously took a step back. I'm afraid that this blow would have killed him.

Before he could think more, Cheng Ye's attack struck again.

The spiked bearings arrived upon hearing the sound, spinning rapidly in the dark night as if to split the space.

"This... is not the second level of strength! Cheng Ye has actually become a third level mimic!!!"

The "Great Scripture" in Wang Xin's body quickly exploded. He no longer thought about it and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the battle. The opponent's tyranny was somewhat beyond his expectation.

A powerful aura suddenly spread out, and the true energy circulated in his body at an unprecedented speed. The surrounding scene was blurred by his soaring energy and became unreal.

"cut!"

The two figures quickly became entangled, and Wang Xin used his Tai Chi hands to protect his whole body, forming an insurmountable layer of protection.

But even so, he was still beaten back continuously, and the huge golden palm was cut off by Cheng Ye before it could fully manifest.

Elastic Mithril is indeed a product of today's cutting-edge technology. Even the strength that has been cultivated step by step day and night is vulnerable to it.

There is no way, whether it is a mimic or an ancient warrior, the third level is a watershed and an insurmountable gap.

In the face of absolute strength, martial arts and secret techniques seem a little inadequate.

The battlefield continued to shift, from the street corner to the nearby Purple Flower Square.

Everywhere he looked was a mess.

Only the statue of the goddess was left intact in the center of the square, which seemed out of place with everything around it.

Cheng Ye continued to attack, his figure flashing far and near in the dark night, and the location he appeared in the next second was elusive. It's really like a ghostly nightmare.

"Hahaha... How about, enjoy this pleasurable torture... Hahaha..."

Watching the opponent he had been thinking about retreating steadily, Cheng Ye laughed wildly. His entire face looked very distorted under the elastic mithril, and his expression was arrogant and perverted.

"Be angry! Be helpless!"

"Let fear be your only companion on the road to death."

"Blood will soon be sprinkled on every piece of land in the deep sea base, and you will become the pioneer of many ancient warriors who will become dead souls."

Cheng Ye became more and more excited as he fought. He was like a ghost crawling out of hell, tempting his enemies to willingly hand over their lives.

Wang Xin was not angry because of his sarcasm, but was very calm-minded.

Ancient warriors focused on cultivating their minds, and nothing outside of themselves could disturb their state of mind.

He knew that if he continued like this, he would be killed by this madman sooner or later.

So he felt a sudden change in his heart and used the strongest secret skill he had at present.

"The eight powerful moves!"

In an instant, the whole square was in turmoil.

Countless visions manifested in mid-air.

Ancient golden chariots, heavily armed warriors, iron horses and armor...

The old man wields an ancient sword. The sword energy moves vertically and horizontally, looking at the eight deserts, and the seven-colored swords cover the sky and the sun...

The long-haired giant beast roared up to the sky, holding a stone hammer in its hand, beating its chest and stamping its feet...

This is a secret technique that I learned while retreating in the Half Moon Cave some time ago.

This technique is based on the killing stone carvings as the prototype, supplemented by the mental method of the "Great Heaven Sutra", integrating the artistic conception of Zhenqi and Tai Chi, and abandoning many shortcomings of martial arts to create it.

The terrifying aura made Wang Xin extremely tall. At this moment, he was like a god in mythology, trying to soar up, break through the clouds, and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sky!

Cheng Ye was obviously shocked by Wang Xin's sudden surge in momentum, and there was a slight trance in his eyes.

But the next moment, he recovered and covered the entire upper body with elastic mithril, and the bloody mist became wider.

He realized that Wang Xin's cultivation had also made a qualitative leap during this period of time.

Wang Xin continued to activate the "Great Heaven Sutra", and visions continued to manifest in the void, surging like ocean waves, sweeping towards Cheng Ye.

"Even if you become the third level, what will happen? You are just a mechanical puppet!"

At this time, the pressure was like a mountain and a sea, overwhelming the sky and the earth.

"I will behead you today to pay homage to the thousands of souls who died in your hands."