"Come on, let me see how powerful my Bajiquan really is. ”

After making the gesture, Zheng Ming looked at the mirrored self, let's call it a "clone".

The clone did not disappoint Zheng Ming, stomped on the ground with his feet, leaned forward and burst over.

"It's ......"

It seemed to be a simple action, but it made Zheng Ming's pupils shrink sharply, and in his impression, this action was his eight-pole fist intent adapted from the martial arts theory of the current world.

If it is an ordinary Bajiquan, such a stomping is at most to make the body lean slightly, and then drive the other foot to take a step forward, which is far from the effect of bursting.

The clone did it because he gathered martial arts theories like "Cunning Rabbit" in it, and combined magic power with dark energy, making the body more explosive.

"If you still do this, you will really die. ”

When he was stunned, a cold voice sounded in his ears, and it sounded awkward, like talking to a mirror and hearing his own voice again.

There was no time to think about it anymore, and in the afterglow, Zheng Ming was keenly aware that it only took three seconds for the clone to get close to him, and at the same time, a cracking sound sounded - it was the dark energy emitted when the human body was swimming.

Its posture ......

It's another iron mountain to rely on!

"I will, you do, in the same way, you will, I will, isn't it too arrogant. ”

This is naturally what Zheng Ming said, it is very simple, Tie Shanjiao is powerful, but if he avoids his edge, he will have no aggression at all.

I saw Zheng Ming hurriedly turn sideways, dragging the clone's arm with his left hand, and grabbing his wrist with his right hand, and when it attacked, he used his strength to take it to the side.

The contact time between the two is very short, the movements seem to be very slow, but in fact it does not take a second, there is nothing magical on the surface, all the movements are the most simple movements, soft and weak, giving people the illusion that Zheng Ming will be beaten out.

But that's not the case......

The strength of Zheng Ming's area also added magic power, focusing on the magic power of the wind attribute and fingers, and when it touched the opponent's wrist, Qiaojin could exert greater power.

"Boom!"

Directly threw the clone into the distance and smashed it to the ground, and there was a brief tremor of light and shadow in this silver-white space. "Yes, it's a decent body, I was careless just now, and then it's not so good. ”

The second state, open!

Not only the clones, but Zheng Ming himself was the same, when fighting, the two thought of this passive almost at the same time.

There are many lines in the field of vision, each is looking for the weakness of the other, and it is also after this idea appears, the lines begin to converge on the other party's body, and finally mark a few points of light, the points of light will change with the opponent's movements, but there is no doubt that those are the most lethal places of the opponent, as long as they hit the snack, they can make the opponent lose their combat effectiveness!

The eight poles collide with the eight poles, Tai Chi and Tai Chi compete, the road of national art never ends, and the movements of the two are becoming more and more proficient.

"What should I do, it's not a way to keep consuming like this, it's completely unequal in terms of physical strength. ”

The clone kept smiling, and Zheng Ming soon found out why he was smiling.

Because the clone doesn't know about fatigue at all, and his body doesn't show any loss of strength, he seems to tend to be endless in terms of physical strength.

In some ways, the clone is stronger than his body.

After making contact, he found the right time to retreat immediately, and his brain began to run rapidly, thinking about how to break the game.

I don't know what would happen if we both launched a magic nuke at the same time......

I don't know when, Zheng Ming actually had this crazy idea in his heart.

The power of the magic nuclear bomb is not easy to control, and once it is cast, there is no room for it, I don't know if he has copied the black coffin together.

Zheng Ming thought this way, it was normal, under normal circumstances, when faced with a mass destruction move, he would instinctively think of the black qi that could quickly recover from his injuries, and the black coffin seemed to be a little different from the black qi, it was not exactly his own power, it also contained the power of shadow ink.

Case......

I saw Zheng Ming raise his arms high, the magic power gathered above his head, transformed in an orderly manner, and turned into transparent energy, and the clone did the same action, his face did not change, and the speed of the two was almost synchronized.

A minute later, two energy spheres with a diameter of ten meters suddenly appeared, and the magical fluctuations emanating from the two collided and merged with each other in the air until they emitted a stronger force.

The wind and waves kept beating Zheng Ming's clothes, and even their faces began to become hideous.

Ren Feng poured into his mouth, Zheng Ming's eyes flashed with madness, and his fingers began to make projectile movements.

The energy detached, and a very heavy and slow feeling smashed towards the opposite side.

Eventually, the two magical nukes collided as they watched, and then came to a standstill in an instant.

They could all feel that the intersection of energies was depleting each other, canceling each other out, and waves were spreading outward from the energy center, making the space a little blurred.

Run!

Zheng Ming reacted immediately, immediately retreating, and at the same time used the last magic power to gather a dagger and cut his fingers.

The black coffin opened widely, and gas gushed out from its interior, revealing only a trace of it and being forcibly closed by Zheng Ming, and this only trace of black qi was used by him to resist in front of him as a simple defense.

On the opposite side, the clone also retreated, and black gas instantly gushed out of the body, and seeing this scene, Zheng Ming already understood that this space could not replicate the black coffin.

So......

Fifth Order!

Sixth Order!

Sixth-Order Intermediate!

The black coffin melted directly into the card, and the momentum on Zheng Ming's body also increased in vain, this is the joint secret technique of him and Shadow Ink, since the black coffin cannot be copied, then the Shadow Ink in the black coffin cannot be copied either.

Despite the peculiarity of the clones, he didn't believe that he didn't consume a lot of magic energy after resisting two magic nukes.

"It seems that you are not exactly me either...... Hehe. ”

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but let out a sneer at the clone.

As the words fell, the power of the two nuclear energy finally exploded, and the entire space was illuminated by the light source at the intersection of forces.

In the next second, Zheng Ming felt that his skin became hot, and it seemed that thousands of silver needles had pierced his muscles, causing a faint pain.

The external manifestation is that the skin is peeled off, and the whole body is bloody.

He also noticed that even if the clones were covered in black gas, they would be crushed and turned into ashes the moment they came into contact with the magical energy.

He began to rejoice that he had the means to cross the realm, and there was a black coffin that was stronger than black qi.

Until the degree of damage to the body reaches a critical level, only the head and heart are relatively intact, and the rest of the body is extensively injured.

The gas in the black coffin finally began to work, and just the trace of black qi just now restored his two palms to their original state.

"It seems...... You don't have to die. ”