Chapter 117

The two shoot each other in motion, but neither of them can shoot. Zhang Jingcheng was even more angry, because the short-distance space movement of the other party was like cheating. The shadows were scattered everywhere, and they could not distinguish between the real body and the fake body.

The gunman and a large number of splits are indeed like cheating, especially when it is impossible to distinguish between true and false.

Naturally, the genius Zhang Jingcheng would not admit defeat so easily. His muzzle suddenly changed a mechanically, transforming into a huge muzzle. The diameter of the muzzle was one meter, and the muzzle was facing the sky. Zhang Jingcheng smiled cruelly: "Try!"

Then, he pulled the trigger and spread his wings to fly to the sky.

The projectile is not a shell. To be precise, it is not a shell at all. It is just a mass of iron sand, which is ejected and scattered to a radius of ten meters.

But what is emitted after the iron sand touches the ground is not iron sand, but a super c4 bomb.

The night is unavoidable, because the range of iron sand covers all the ranges of his split on the ground. Then his surroundings turned into a sea of fire in the outbreak of the super C4 bomb.

The smile on Zhang Jingcheng's face is getting more and more lush, just like a flower. The enemies everywhere are like beans in the sea of fire. His ears seem to hear the sound of beans being fried.

Suddenly, his smile froze, because he suddenly felt that his body was heavy, and then he heard a voice on his ear saying, "Does the fireworks look good? Would you like to go down and see the fireworks?

That voice was naturally the night. At the last moment, the night suddenly remembered that he had a split attached to his opponent's body. He used the space black hole to move in an instant to avoid the fate of being barbecued.

Zhang Jingcheng grabbed the body of the general night attached to him, but the night slipped away like a loach. Then he felt that a few foreign bodies suddenly fell into the place where the mecha was destroyed. Then his body was light, and the feeling of extreme danger filled his heart, but it was too late.

The explosive power generated by the super c4 ammunition has just been seen, and if the c4 explosive is condensed oct, what will be the effect?

Several c4 explosives octave concentrated bombs exploded, and Zhang Jingcheng's mecha was undoubtedly smashed to pieces.

He gently landed his feet at night, and then looked up at the sky. A dazzling fireworks bloomed in the air, extremely gorgeous.

Then, there was a burst of rain, and a burst of rain from mechanical parts. The giant mecha parts in the air were scattered all over the ground, standing unmoved at night, without any intention of dodging.

Another reason why he did not move was that he saw another person standing in the ring. Even if his whole body was wrapped in blood, his eyes were still burning like fire, making people tremble and the cold wind.

What kind of eyes is that? Probably only when the lonely wolf in Mobei is besieged will it have eyes!

"Do you want to continue?" Jiang Ye's voice was no longer lazy. He admired his opponent a little and could survive such an explosion.

"Do you want to know why I survived such an explosion?" The voice was cruel but inexplicably sarcastic, as if mocking life. Without waiting for the night to answer, he said, "Because I live for explosion in my life, and my life is the art of explosion."

With this, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood fog towards the night, and his body couldn't support lying on the ground, shaking like a sieve.

"Why is this necessary? Is it fun to put your body in explosives to exercise? The split of Jiang Ye communicated with the shadow of Zhang Jingcheng and got such a result. The person in front of him actually exercises himself in the flame of dynamite, hoping to understand the art of explosion.

This person is either crazy or insane. But I have to say that such a crazy person must be far more powerful than ordinary people.

"Hate? Or do you hate the world?" Jiang Ye asked in a confused way.

Zhang Jingcheng recovered from the trembling of his body, and a cruel smile bloomed from the corners of his mouth: "This world, don't break out in silence, just perish in silence! This is my way."

"Yan Dao, parasitic bomb!" The sound suddenly came out when the blood fog was approaching the night. The blood fog seemed to have life, passing through the night's armor, into his epidermis and into his blood vessels.

He frowned and then loosened his eyebrows, allowing the other party to cast the spell.

"Ah ha ha, this time you are going to heaven and earth, and the gods and Buddhas can't save you. Come and submit to me." Although the flesh and blood are blurred, Zhang Jingcheng is domineering and unparalleled at this time.

He held Ye's hands on his chest and said with a smile, "Play with fire with me? In front of the will of Mo's fire, you don't deserve it!"

Zhang Jingcheng had a period of dementia on his face and said blankly, "How could this happen? Why..."

He stretched out a finger, slowly condensed a blood bead between his fingers, and said, "Do you want to feel this thing? What a pity, what a pity."

As early as when the blood fog was attached, the night wrapped the bombs in the state of these cells with the will of fire. These cell bombs are very abnormal and can infect cells and quickly replicate themselves.

It is unprecedented to be able to refine the bomb to the size of a cell.

Poo!

Zhang Jingcheng really vomited blood this time, because part of his attachment to the blood fog had just been cut off, causing some damage to his spirit.

"Ah ha ha..." Zhang Jingcheng's smile did not diminish, and his face turned out to be a little ferocious: "Do you think my means will be so simple? Yan Dao, gas bomb.

An airflow came from Zhang Jingcheng's mouth and gathered next to the blood bead. It suddenly broke out. The explosion was not big, but it was enough to attract the blood bead bomb.

The bloody brilliance swept the whole ring, and even Zhang had to block his eyes for fear that his eyes would be blinded. The shock wave swept around him and automatically dodged. Obviously, he could also control the direction of the bomb's explosion.

He wondered in his heart, "Is it eliminated? Is it really destroyed?" Then he felt that his shoulder was patted, and someone behind him said, "Thank you for blocking the impact of the explosion for me. I really don't know how to thank you."

Zhang actually wanted to spit blood, but he found that there was no blood in his mouth to spit.

He flew away and dodged. He looked at the opponent in front of him. For the first time, he envied the person who could have space magic. It was definitely useless to dodge with speed in such a situation, but dodge with space was enough.

"You are very strong!" Zhang Jingcheng's eyes were still sharp. He looked at the opponent in front of him and sighed, "The master treated me like a father. He told me that men should be proud of dying on the battlefield and ashamed of dying on a woman's belly. The horse leather shroud body is the real belonging of our soldiers. Human life should be like a meteor, short and dazzling, instantly. It's enough for the world to remember. I am very happy to witness the art of explosion with an opponent like you. Pick up my last move!"

His eyes changed from warmth to solemnity, and his fingertips were bitten, and he drew a hot six-pointed star array with blood in the air. Then the whole body was shocked, and the blood shot out of his body, spreading all over the six-pointed star array.

"Master of the supreme will of fire, please accept the sacrifices of your believers and give me strength... In the great explosion, give the world the light of the god, Yan Dao, the sky fire meteor!"

A hot door appeared in the sky. The door was half-closed and half open, but the heat from it was terrible. The sky fire kept condensing, compressing and compressing, and finally solidifying into a flame stone. The stone kept getting thicker and heavier, and finally there was a mountain-sized size to stop.

The night did not stop him and looked at it quietly, because he was also very curious about the door to the world of fire, guessing what the world of fire would be like.

Xuan's exclamation woke up the general night: "Skyfire, night, it's the damn sky fire. Last time I burned half of my tail..."

A supreme will came from the meteor formed by the sky fire, a will that could not be deblasphemed. He knew that he could not hide with space spells, and he did not want to hide. As the successor of the will of fire, he has the glory of being an ink man, and he also wants to try to defeat the unknown existence in front of him.

Zhang Jingcheng, who was weak in the distance, suddenly made a leap and rushed to grab the foot of the night. A will from the flame explosion firmly grabbed the foot of the night, making him unable to move. However, he didn't want to move. He just stood there quietly, raised his hands, and looked at the tail-drawn meteor. It was about to slowly accelerate and crush it from the top of his head.