ESC180 Yan Xuanming was defeated?
"Do a good job of death." Yan Xuanming shouted and rushed up. Ha ha, I'm sorry, it's just you who won't die." Zhang Siming smiled faintly and the two collided again. A spark flashed and the two exchanged positions. A dent black blood appeared on Zhang Siming's hand flowed out of the crack, and Yan Xuanming's hand holding the weapon was shaken out of blood. It's not bad that it can hurt me. It seems that I have to take it seriously. Zhang Siming said and clenched his fists, "Ah--!" With a roar, his whole body was surrounded by black breath. The powerful momentum made the soldiers and monsters within 300 meters around him have to leave Yan Xuanming and open the shield to stand in front of him. Slowly, the black gas disappeared and Zhang Siming's figure gradually showed his true face.
The black armor tightly wrapped his whole body, and there was black air all over his body. He wore a black helmet on his head and a red light shining in the position of his eyes, holding a black sword in his right hand. Come on." Zhang Siming said and rushed up quickly. Humph." Yan Xuanming rushed up quickly. Just when the two were about to collide with each other, Yan Xuanming disappeared. Such an emergency stunned Zhang Siming. Yan Xuanming instantly appeared behind him and cut the blade of the sickle on Zhang Siming's waist and flew out. Yan Xuanming followed him and raised the sickle high.
Cut down Zhang Siming's head. The long sword of Yan Xuanming's sickle was blocked by Zhang Siming. Teenager, this can't win me." Zhang Siming pushed out with his sword in both hands, and Yan Xuanming flew out upside down and fell to the ground. Zhang Siming slowly stood up and said, "I'm at a loss." Zhang Siming muttered. But it's still far away!" Zhang Siming roared and rushed out. Yan Xuanming also rushed to Zhang Siming and turned around when the two were about to collide. What are you doing? Zhang Siming cut his head horizontally with a sickle. Wow!" Zhang Siming flew out again.
This time, Yan Xuanming did not fly over but put his hands on the ground. The power of ice!" A circle of purple magic arrays appeared in the place where Zhang Siming lay. Ice cones protrude from the ground and an ice conve pierced Zhang Siming's body. You lost!" Yan Xuanming said coldly and flew to Zhang Siming, where Zhang Siming struggled painfully but his body could not move. Goodbye!" Yan Xuanming said and raised his sickle, but at this time, Yan Xuanming felt that his body had been hit by a huge force, and his body flew out uncontrollably and fell to the ground and felt abnormal pain in his head.
"The head is very hard." Zhang Siming stood beside Yan Xuanming with a smile and said, "I want to see if I can withstand my blow again?" Zhang Siming raised his sword in his hand and cut at Yan Xuanming with a sneer. Yan Xuanming quickly turned over and avoided the fatal blow. Oh, how can you use a stand-in skill? Yan Xuanming said with a sneer and blood flowed out on the left side of his head. Now I know that it seems a little late." Zhang Siming said that his figure became more and more and more around Yan Xuanming in the middle. No matter which one speaks in the same tone, the action is exactly the same, and it is impossible to recognize which one is the real Zhang Siming.
Yan Xuanming stood in the middle and held the sickle in his hands tightly. Oh, do you think you can beat me with your little trick?" Yan Xuanming said contemptuously. A little trick? Haha, a little trick? Then I'll show you that the power of the trick is enough to make you die. Zhang Siming said.' Zhang Siming rushed to Yan Xuanming one after another. Yan Xuanming leaned left to avoid the attack of Zhang Siming's split behind him and raised his sickle to block the attack of Zhang Siming's split. Yan Xuanming pushed away the weapon of the split and jumped back to avoid the attack of three splits, but those were far from enough for five splits to chase him when he just landed, following more than a dozen Zhang Siming's splits behind them. Damn it! If it goes on like this, you will lose.' Yan Xuanming thought anxiously.
At this time, he saw an unopened water tank in front of him, but now it has become the production of monsters.' It doesn't matter as long as there is water.' Yan Xuan meditated and ran forward quickly. Ice cone!" Yan Xuanming shouted an ice cone and flew to the water storage tank in the air. Haha, where are you playing?" Zhang Siming said contemptuously and raised his sword and flew from above. Yan Xuanming had no chance to avoid it. He had to raise his sickle 'Ding' to block the blow. 'Ding' and 'Ding' then cut down three long swords, which made Yan Xuanming have to use his hands to control the sickle.
When Yan Xuanming blocked it with his hands, two Zhang Siming's splits rushed from the front with long swords. Two long swords inserted into Yan Xuanming's chest and flew out. Although he did not pierce the armor, this also hurt Yan Xuanming a lot. Cough, cough, cough." Yan Xuanming got up with difficulty and walked slowly to him in front of him. It's coming to an end, Yan Xuanming, my friend." Zhang Siming smiled and raised the sword in his hand to give him a fatal blow. Ha ha, isn't it?" Yan Xuanming said with a smile. Don't admit defeat when you die." Zhang Siming looked at Yan Xuanming with a gloomy expression. Goodbye." With that, Zhang Siming raised his sword high. He cut down with a sword, and Yan Xuanming raised the sickle in his hand to block Zhang Siming's attack.
"Ha ha, I still want to struggle when I die." Zhang Siming seemed to look at Yan Xuanming with the eyes of the bedbug. Sorry, the word "death to death" is not used to modify me. Yan Xuanming turned over and retreated. The secret of ice. Yan Xuanming shouted that the water molecules in the air slowly condensed and formed a very palm. Let me show you what strength is. Yan Xuanming smiled contemptuously, and his huge palms slapped them down. This level of attack is useless to me!" Zhang Siming's huge palm cracked little by little and climbed out of it.
"Goodbye!" Zhang Siming rushed to Yan Xuanming's long sword and pointed straight to Yan Xuanming's throat. Yan Xuanming picked up the sickle to block Zhang Siming's attack, but the splits behind Zhang Siming had reached Yan Xuanming's side and inserted three long swords into Yan Xuanming's throat.
The bright red blood splashed, and Yan Xuanming fell into the pool of blood. Humph, I thought it was so powerful. It's really not enough to watch it at this level. Zhang Siming said contemptuously.