In the Nadengfeng Street in Baiyun City in the quarantine area, there was a thick smoke of gunpowder, and Yan Ming was holding a slender and sharp straight knife!

Only a slight sound was heard, and the 1-meter-long blade quickly lengthened under Yan Ming's gaze, and the length of the blade was about doubled. In this way, the 1-meter-long blade can be extended to about 2 meters. Yan Ming found tiny joints in the middle of the blade, as if there was a delicate blade hidden in the blade.

"No matter what it is! Try it out first! ”

When he came back to his senses and withdrew his attention from the straight knife, Yan Ming found that he was only a few meters away from the black-clothed strange man who fell to the ground. A few dozen meters away, there were several walking corpses, walking towards this location. Yan Ming jumped up, aimed at the neck of the black-clothed man, and slashed him in mid-air!

The blade was extremely sharp, and it slashed from the left side of the neck of the black-clothed man, and Yan Ming got the feeling as if he was chopping melons and vegetables. Pressing the tip of his sword against the ground, Yan Ming's feet landed on the left side of the black-clothed man's neck. Touching the end of the handle again, the length of the blade returned to its original shape, and Yan Ming slashed it again. This time it's different from the last time, last time it was left to right, and this time it's right to left. The sharp blade was controlled by Yan Ming's hand, and the neck of the black-clothed treacherous man was slashed twice.

Then, Yan Ming leaned down and pressed the palm of his left hand on the neck of the black-clothed stranger.

By touching the wound, Yan Ming absorbed the dark energy and antimatter in the black-clothed trick's body, and at this time, he seemed to be able to feel the vigorous breath of life of the black-clothed trick. The dark energy and antimatter absorbed were not transformed into innate energy, but instead became a living entity, corroding Yan Ming's left palm.

Almost at the same time, when Yan Ming wanted to withdraw his palm, it was as if the dead black-clothed trickster opened his eyes, revealing the black sclera in his eyelids, as well as the gray iris.

"Roar!"

The black-clothed treacherous man who opened his eyes opened his mouth and roared, while also showing his sharp teeth at Yan Ming. The scar on the neck seemed to have become a giant mouth devouring creature, and the dark red veins were pulled out of it, and with lightning speed, it instantly wrapped around Yan Ming's left palm.

No matter how Yan Ming struggled, no matter how hard he used, it would be useless. Even if he entered the state of internal explosion, Yan Ming couldn't pull his palm back. He could only watch and do nothing, and the veins of the black-clothed man wrapped around his palms and spread rapidly upward. When Yan Ming came back to his senses, the blood vessels had spread to the position of his left elbow, and the right palm that was grasping in it could not be spared.

(If you can't break free, it only proves that the power is not strong enough!) ）

The brute force struggle had no effect, and Yan Ming released all the remaining innate energy. The golden lightning became more and more fierce, and burst out from Yan Ming's body. However, the effect of these currents fell on the veins of the black-clothed man, like a shocking thunder that restrained the evil spirits, and exploded in an instant.

It's just that the greater the strength of the struggle, the greater the strength of the counterattack, this is an eternal law!

When almost all the innate energy was exhausted, Yan Ming had the opportunity to withdraw his palm, and it was also the time when he was most tired physically and mentally. When Yan Ming relieved himself and remembered to withdraw his palm, the dark red veins on the neck of the black-clothed treacherous man burst out again. And this time, the parts wrapped around are Yan Ming's hands, as well as the part of the body that goes down.

It didn't take long for the dark red blood vessels to wrap Yan Ming's whole body, and then pierce into Yan Ming's skin, frantically absorbing Yan Ming's blood. It may be the feeling of pain that stimulates Yan Ming's mind, and it is at this most critical moment that he opens up, opens up all defenses, and allows the deputy personality to control the body in an instant.

"It's really a good time! You won't learn to be obedient until you're at your weakest! ”

The red nucleus in Yan Ming's body instantly glows with vitality, thus forming red lightning that condenses on the surface of Yan Ming's body. The high temperature of the current instantly burned the dark red blood vessels, and Yan Ming broke free from the embrace of the black-clothed man, holding the straight knife that fell on the ground next to him.

Yan Ming, who is controlled by the sub-personality, seems to be incarnated as an undefeated god of war when he picks up the straight knife. For those dark red blood vessels that attacked, Yan Ming raised his knife and fell, as clean as chopping melons and vegetables. After cutting off the dark red veins, Yan Ming's sub-personality planned to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but as Yan Ming's original positive personality, he did not intend to let the sub-personality control his body for too long.

In this way, in Yan Ming's mind, the positive and secondary personalities are motivated competition. As a result, Yan Ming's body stiffened, allowing the veins of the black-clothed man to return to his body. Then, just as Yan Ming was in the civil war, the wounds of the black-clothed treacherous man were rapidly healing, but his body was unable to move. When Yan Ming's righteous personality was victorious, Yan Ming's body took a few steps back, and the black-clothed figure stood up.

(Don't get in the way!) Let me kill this first! ）

At this critical juncture, the deputy personality tried to shake Yan Ming's heart, but he couldn't succeed. At the neck of the black-clothed man, the injury had recovered, and he leaned towards Yan Ming's body. The dark body is all tense muscles, the black-clothed trickster has no black combat suit, this name no longer fits the current situation, Yan Ming still has the leisure to give a new name: Immortal Trick!

This immortal trickster took a big stride, and his figure of more than 2 meters tall stood on Yan Ming's body, but Yan Ming looked a little short. The body of the undead treacherous man was huge, and it could be seen from the arms alone, thicker than Yan Ming's thighs. The thighs of the immortal thighs make Yan Ming's waist look slim.

When the sandbag-like fist was about to land on Yan Ming's head, Yan Ming's deputy personality was so frightened that he retreated and gave up the fight for his body. As a result, Yan Ming's heart once again gained control of his body. In such a critical situation, Yan Ming swung the straight knife he held in his right hand and cut off the elbow of the immortal with a sharp blade.

"I'm going to win!" Yan Ming made persistent efforts at this time, and with lightning speed, he swung dozens of swords at the body of the immortal treacherous man one after another. After the attack was over, Yan Ming subconsciously took a few steps back, taking advantage of this time to pay attention to another immortal trickster. The walking dead on the street were found to be almost wiped out, and the undead was coming towards this location.

To get to Yan Ming's location, it only took a few tens of seconds for the undead trickster in the distance.