Chapter One Hundred and Nine

"Knife, Wild Dance." Kitten divides the ZB300 into two handfuls, holding one hand forward and the other hand back. The body rotated at high speed, bringing huge kinetic energy to the knife, and it slashed at the shield continuously.

Fang Bo controlled the ultimate to hide behind the shield, looking a little difficult.

God knows that although this thing doesn't have to fight itself, manipulating a person's body is a very energy-consuming thing in itself.

"Turn off the remote control mode and let the ultimate play yourself." Fang Bo shouted, because he knew that under the wild dance of these two knives, the shield would not last long before it would be broken.

Even the ultimate with the shield will be cut in half.

Finally regained the ability to control his body, although his mind was still confused, but the fierce aura in front of him was like a demon knife, and the overwhelmed voice on the metal plate in his hand.

Let the ultimate immediately realize that now is not the time to think about the esoteric philosophical question of who you are.

Although he eventually lost his memory, the battle instinct, which is engraved in his bones and muscles, will not be forgotten.

The ultimate kick kicked the metal plate and quickly retreated with the force of the recoil.

And the metal plate did not have the ultimate power blessing, and was slashed away by the kitten.

The kitten was unforgiving and rushed forward.

In the end, there is no choice but to retreat step by step, under this fierce knife dance, rush forward to hard-hit, or hide, there is only a dead end.

The only way is to retreat, and wait until the kitten is physically exhausted before counterattacking.

And the kitten, as a user of this trick, naturally knows the flaws of this trick. Looking at the end as if it was a different person, he didn't rush up stupidly.

I knew it was going to be difficult.

So the kitten stopped attacking and put on the most authentic fighting stance.

"Stopped?" A smile appeared on the face of the finalist, and his steps changed, and he turned backwards into advances, and crashed towards the kitten.

The kitten had apparently anticipated his counterattack and swung his twin knives to meet him.

The ultimate perfectly dodged every chop of the kitten, and the kitten also perfectly dodged the ultimate's various punches and kicks.

The movements of the two of them became faster and faster, so fast that Fang Bo, who was looking at the camera on the other side, couldn't see it.

This is not something that can be done by being strong in martial arts, and the two of them are like the most familiar dance partners, knowing what each other's next move will be before they make a move.

Li Ming only felt that his body was like a reservoir, constantly filling it with water, more and more, more and more. Gradually, the entire reservoir is filled, but it is still being filled, and if it is not expanded, the reservoir will definitely burst.

Now is the time. Li Ming mobilized all the water to storm the reservoir.

Boom, as if opening the world.

The entire reservoir was washed across, and the water inside flowed freely, into an even larger reservoir.

In this way, Li Ming evolved to a level 5 life.

"It seems that it feels like a level 5 life has a little more energy than a level 4 life, the strength of the mind has increased a little, and the strength of the physical body has also increased a little." Li Ming muttered to himself.

Although Li Ming was not satisfied with such a result, it was also expected.

You must know that Li Ming is a person with the genes of the Hulk, although he can't transform into a big Hulk, but he is not behind the Hulk who has grown bigger in all aspects.

On the basis of this, I am improving the strength of the body a little.

Can easily sling many level 5 lives.

Coupled with the strength of Li Ming's mental power, he may be able to compete with level 7 zombies.

"You can't hold it anymore." Ultimate smiled at the kitten in front of him.

In such a high-intensity and fast-paced attack, physical strength is a very big problem. Although the current kittens have greatly improved their physical fitness compared to before.

But it's like you're running with all your might. It's getting faster, but you don't last longer.

"Admit defeat, you can't beat me."

"I won't," the kitten suddenly stopped all attacks, tucking the knife at her waist, "admitting defeat." ”

The kitten's body twisted, and the knife at his waist slashed towards the ultimate at a very fast speed.

This is a fatal flat slash, an attack that abandons everything.

The enemy will die if he dodges, and he will die if he counterattacks. This is a sword that kills you, and when you wield it, you have already given up your life.

Kitten still remembers the teacher who taught her the art of swordsmanship a long time ago: "You have to remember that in the past, a sword was the life of a chivalrous man, and when you held a sword, it was like being in hell. You only have two choices, either you die yourself or your enemies die. ”

This is not the ornamental swordsmanship in the Children's Palace for students to fight and have fun with each other. It's a real, real murderous sword.

The strong murderous aura was like a wall, pushing towards the opponent, and in the end, he only felt that he could not avoid it.

But he didn't dodge either, facing this fierce sword. He chose to rush up and crash into the kitten's arms.

Alpha II Knife Take.

Legend has it that the Sword Master, who created this move before, didn't need to carry a knife everywhere he went, because it was his sword all over the world. He also passed on a sentence to posterity.

Your sword is my sword.

He looked down at his chest, a one-line wound, from left to right, if his physical strength was a few points weaker, he would be directly cut in half by this knife.

But what is incredible is that the wound has not shed much blood, and it has begun to scab.

"That's the battle, come, let me feel the pain."

He shouted frantically, holding in his right hand the knife he had just taken for this fatal wound.

He rushed towards the kitten.

Slashing at the kitten with a knife, there is no knife technique, and there is no strategy. It's just that every knife is infused with great power.

Cut indiscriminately, there will be no dead ends, no dead ends, no weak points.

The kitten had to parry hard, blocking a sword at a time, and although most of the power had been removed, every impact still made her arm hurt with shock.

The kitten shook the knife again. Each block is tilted at a certain angle, and with each block, the strength of the knife is strengthened by one point.

It is a swordsmanship that has been developed specifically to deal with powerful people, and it uses the power of the enemy to make one's sword more powerful.

The only drawback is that it is difficult to cultivate, every impact must be just right, more will make the superimposed power disappear, and if there is less, you will not be able to block other people's knives.

Even the person who developed this sword technique did not dare to guarantee that he would be able to perform it 100%.

Maybe it was God's favor, or maybe the kitten herself worked hard enough, and she used this trick perfectly.

Her knives are getting faster and faster, and the strength of her blade is getting bigger and bigger, and she has turned from passive blocking to attacking.