Chapter 133 Hand Tearing Mecha

Eighteen barboneballs exploded like fireworks, but they did not erupt into a terrifying fire, as if an invisible hand had wiped out the killing machine in it, leaving only a surface of light.

"What's going on? Why do I feel that this stabbing cannon has a diagram and is not playing its due power at all? Someone in the audience asked a puzzled question.

"It's not like Jiang Mo bought an empty bag bomb, it's actually a big firework."

"Don't you think it's more like what the traditional professional called Zhang Yang did, I'm looking forward to his next performance."

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, but soon they all shut up and stared intently at the dueling arena, where the melee battle between Zhang Yang and Jiang Mo had already been staged.

The various weapons attached to the mecha can enable the professionals of Shu to have both melee and long-range strikes, so even if a priest lifts a weapon to cut people, you don't have to be surprised, this is a normal operation.

"Faintly revealing the muddy coat of arms, the unruly and arrogant talent; The tide, the negation, the paralysis, the moment, hinder the eternal sleep. The crawling Iron Princess, the clay puppet that constantly self-harming, combined, rebounded, and extended to the ground, know your own powerlessness. Ninety of the broken road, black coffin! ”

Zhang Yang quickly finished chanting a ninety ghost path, and there were three dead lines like cracks on Jiang Mo's mecha in the Demon Eye of Straight Death. With a quick turn of his feet, he descended in front of him, his whole body was highly condensed, and the snow-white sword body broke through the mountains and rivers with sword intent, and slashed towards one of the dead lines.

"It's useless! Countless blood and bones have proved that no matter how amazing and gorgeous you are, you are just a chicken and a dog in front of the mecha! ”

Pieces of cannon fire poured out from all over the mecha's body, and the two metal wings behind it detached, and a brilliant light erupted from the fracture, like two heavenly swords constantly cutting, destroying the black coffin released by Zhang Yang in an instant.

"Bang!"

After controlling the mecha, Jiang Mo's speed was too fast, and Zhang Yang couldn't accurately slash to the death line, so he had to retract his sword and defend against the huge purple lightsaber that swung it.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Zhang Yang was knocked upside down by the huge impact force in an instant, like a kite with a broken string. The power of the mecha is amazing, and for today's Zhang Yang, it is simply impossible to compete with it in this field.

"Die, lowly alien, destroy the light of death!"

Jiang Mo's cruel voice came out through the mecha, and the mechanical arm under the purple lightsaber changed, revealing a dark cannon muzzle. The pitch-black light converged and erupted into a brilliant black light.

The secret art of destroying the light of death is terrifying, and it is not one of the many various professional skills that are widely circulated today, but a powerful skill that is only mastered by a few people or forces.

The black light was not pure flames, but also tadpole-sized runes that flowed like words from hell to burn the heavens.

In fact, it is also true that the destruction of the dead light is said to have been created by a great power in ancient times in reference to the destructive light released by the right eye of the heavy pupil. Once the runes in it are contaminated, they will be like the gangrene of the bones that destroy the vitality, not to mention **, even the soul will also be wiped out in its terrifying energy.

Even if it is the pinnacle power of the Yuan King, if he is accidentally destroyed and the death light hits the vital point, he may fall, Jiang Mo does not believe that Zhang Yang can survive under the destruction of the death light.

Sure enough, as Jiang Mo released the destructive death light, the audience exclaimed, and even those who were the most optimistic about Zhang Yang were silent. This is a big killing move, it shouldn't be something that people of this level can master, and Jiang Mo can only use it with a piece of ancient jade that was accidentally obtained.

Every other month, this piece of ancient jade can condense a dead light, even so, Jiang Mo needs to open the full form of the mecha to cast, the energy required is too huge!

Although Zhang Yang did not understand the horror of destroying the death light as well as the people of this world, the aura of destruction contained in it still made Zhang Yang instinctively frightened. However, Zhang Yang is now in a state of being shot away, which is what is called floating in the air in online games, and it is difficult to make other actions for a while.

"Eighty-one of the bound paths, cut off the sky!"

Before it was fully opened, the broken sky was swept away by the black destruction death light, and the transparent Yuan Force barrier was not shattered, but dissolved! It's like winter snow meets the scorching sun, and it melts in an instant.

"Hmph, that foreign son is dead, and under the destruction of the death light, the Yuanzong will have to be hated, not to mention a small Yuanzun?"

"He has been locked by the destruction of the death light, even if he escapes to the ends of the earth, it is useless, he will be chased all the way until he falls!"

"Hey, it's a pity, this battle should be over now."

This destruction of the dead light seemed to have a will, and the releaser had a strange fluctuation, the entire space was frozen, and Zhang Yang actually gave birth to a feeling that there was nowhere to hide.

"Spiegel stops water!"

He used the spiegel to stop the water, but he was shocked to find that the space around the destruction of the dead light was actually distorted, and there was a tendency to break away under the stillness of time, which was the first time Zhang Yang had encountered this situation.

It's like the Flash, who is running at lightning speed, is confused when he sees Superman greeting him at the same or even faster speed.

Zhang Yang didn't dare to delay, and instantly reached Jiang Mo's side, and the sword qi erupted out, like a brilliant sun slashing at a dead line located on the left shoulder of the mecha.

The black death light burned Zhang Yang's shoulder blades in the next second, and the black runes and firelight exploded, and the aura of destruction made Zhang Yang's half of his body necrotic in an instant.

"Hahahaha, you're dead! No one below the Yuan King can destroy the death light to survive, even if you kill yourself now, it is useless, the power of destruction will wipe out all your vitality and soul! ”

Jiang Mo laughed wildly, he had been attracted by the scene of Zhang Yang being destroyed and dying, and he didn't find that the entire left arm of his mecha had fallen down, and all the runes were dim.

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you." Zhang Yang chuckled, only to see that the runes and fires containing the aura of horror and destruction faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and those necrotic ** and wounds were regenerating.

Time goes back, and Zhang Yang returned the state of his body to the second before he was destroyed and died!

"It can't be!" Jiang Mo's voice was a little out of tune, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Die!" Zhang Yang let out a low shout, and the six reincarnations blasted out at a lightning speed. While Jiang Mo was still surprised, he smashed on top of another death line, and the violent spinning force tore the death line apart in an instant.

"Ahh

Jiang Mo screamed, it was hard to imagine that a mecha of nearly ten meters would be blasted out with **, and the entire right arm would explode and turn into brilliant light and fire.

As soon as Zhang Yang stepped on it, the whole person struck out horizontally, like an eagle striking the sky, and like a dragon out of the gate, his legs stepped on the chest of Jiang Mo's mecha with a thousand strengths, and he stepped on the ground with a bang.

"Destroy me!"

With a bang, it was as if the heavenly sword was unsheathed, and the sword intent in the black scabbard was pulled out by Zhang Yang and attached to the body. In an instant, Zhang Yang was wrapped in a brilliant sword light, shining on Kyushu, and the whole person turned into a fairy sword!

The legs that stepped on Jiang Mo's chest were the sword blades, and there was also a dead line. The pitch-black mecha looked like fragile porcelain, shattering along the cracks of the dead line, revealing ginger ink mixed with blood inside.

At this time, his expression was like a palette, there was anger, horror, incomprehension, and confusion, mixed together to look a little distorted and ridiculous. Zhang Yang showed a mouthful of big white teeth and chuckled: "It doesn't seem so difficult to tear the mecha by hand." ”

The audience was in an uproar!