Chapter 59: Counter-Killing

Sang Hao tried to control Ye Ming. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He gestured in the direction of the end of the passage, "Go over there." ”

Ye Ming raised his head, his expression was still dazed, but his facial muscles were tense, like a bowstring stretched to the extreme, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, his expression was confused and painful, as if he was fighting against something, but this kind of struggle was extremely difficult, causing his face to be distorted and deformed, which was very terrifying.

Contrary to the surface, his heart is extraordinarily calm, although there is a feeling of murder that is about to move, but his brain is extremely calm and self-controlled, and it is not affected. Ye Ming appeared to be controlled, in order to confuse Sang Hao's group and escape.

Sang Hao's spiritual attack was really terrifying, Ye Ming encountered such an attack method for the first time, and he didn't know how to defend at all. If it weren't for the power gushing out of the rhomboid in his body to make him sober up, he would have been reduced to a puppet controlled by Sang Hao by now.

After a stalemate like this for a minute, Ye Ming still stood in place and struggled in pain, and did not follow Sang Hao's instructions.

The control ability increased with the increase of Sang Hao's own mental power, and Ye Ming's situation was obviously caused by the lack of control of his mental power.

After Sang Hao's observation, he decided to increase the mental power he put into Ye Ming, even though he had just suffered a heavy blow and his spirit was unstable.

The blankness on Ye Ming's face was really swept away, and he stood up and walked directly to the depths of the passage. His steps did not hesitate at all, he was completely a ** puppet, he stepped over the corpse in the middle from the back of the line, and passed by Sang Hao.

It worked?

Sang Hao secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

His mental power was very unstable, his emotions were overturned, and the scenes of killing appeared in his mind from time to time, and he was not sure that he could control it. can look at Ye Ming's appearance, and it seems that he is under control. He slowly walked into the end of the passage according to Sang Hao's order, his pace was steady and unhurried.

But Sang Hao always felt that something was wrong. He was a very cautious man, and immediately shouted: "Stop! ”

Ye Ming was shocked when he heard this, he had already walked ten meters away from Sang Hao, not far away. Sang Hao wanted to stop him, it was easy to stop, and if he wanted to escape, it seemed that he could escape immediately.

To run or not to run?

The idea has gone around in the brain and there is already an answer.

He didn't stop walking, but strode inside.

Before he had taken two steps, a tall earthen wall was erected in front of him, blocking the way. Ye Ming turned his head, and the attack was imminent.

All kinds of attacks were like huge nets, falling from the sky and threatening to drown him in the blink of an eye.

Ye Ming seemed to be unconscious, standing still and not moving, his eyes looked at Sang Hao and the others as if they were looking at dead things. All of his attacks landed two feet away from him, blocked by a red wall of entwined blood vines, which quickly withered and fell off, shattering the walls and shattering into dust.

In the dust that the blood vines turned into in the sky, the rapid bullet suddenly rushed in front of Ye Ming, pointing straight at the center of his eyebrows!

Ye Ming stood still, a pair of blood-red eyes staring into the distance, showing anger.

Not far away, Sang Hao's silver-white pistol looked at him gloomily.

Bell Bell Bell Bell -

With four blows in a row, the bullet fell to the ground and fell in front of Ye Ming's eyes, the protective cover on his body shattered, his pale face turned faintly blue, and the red light in his eyes became even stronger.

He's bad.

He himself understands it, and Sang Hao also knows it.

Sang Hao didn't hesitate, bang His men are ready to strike, and all sorts of abilities are condensed in the air.

The ability in Ye Ming's body had been exhausted in the previous confrontation, he couldn't hold up the protective cover, he couldn't turn the blood vine wall, the bullet reached in front of him in the blink of an eye, the metal shell rubbed against the air and produced a slight heat attached to the center of the eyebrows, and the end of the nose could smell a mushy smell, and there was no block, and the bullet hit the center of the eyebrows directly.

It worked?

Sang Hao stared at Ye Ming not far away, the joy in his heart hadn't climbed up yet, and his face had already shown consternation.

I saw that Ye Ming's red light was flourishing, and a diamond-shaped thing flickered at the center of his eyebrows, corresponding to the blood-red eyes and the smile at the corner of his mouth, which looked very evil. Hishishihara was hidden in the skin and first manifested after receiving a deadly attack. When the silver-white bullet touched the diamond, it was like hitting a thick wall, and all of them fell to the ground, broken outside the wall, and never stored again.

These silver-white bullets are specially made in-house by TRI, specially made for Sang Hao, and used to save his life. The bullet is filled with a mayhem ability that is specifically input by the weapon-crafting ability, and once the bullet touches the target, it will explode in a small area and cause chaos to the target's own ability, dealing more damage.

However, these special bullets were all dumb on Ye Ming's body.

Bullets don't work, abilities always work.

There are nearly twenty TRI members still alive, most of them are Adepts. These people condensed all kinds of abilities and tricks were about to be unleashed after the bullet, and suddenly there was a tremor under their feet, and the delicate branches and leaves broke through the wall on the ground, and climbed up their legs to their waists, and within seconds they had reached their throats.

Everyone was stunned by the sudden appearance of something. The branches and leaves were not thick, they were as thin as a hair, and they could be easily torn off, looking very harmless. But at this time, no one dared to be careless, even Sang Hao hurriedly tore off the branches and leaves on his body, and some people also turned to attack the branches and leaves that emerged from the ground.

The attack that smashed on Ye Ming's body was suddenly reduced by half, which greatly reduced his pressure. But the energy left in his body is too little, and he will use it as a defense to withstand this attack, and then he will be in a situation of being passively beaten, and there may be a glimmer of life when used as an attack.

Without hesitation, Ye Ming stubbornly took all the attacks. His body was full of smoke and fire, his wounds exploded, blood flowed everywhere, and his eyes were even more red, and from a distance it looked as if there were flames flickering in them. Angry to the extreme, calm to the extreme, patient to the extreme.

He stretched out his hand, and his five fingers turned into five thick vines, which instantly skyrocketed, running counter to the attacks that had descended on him, and rushed to the front of the group.

A vine rolls around a man, the tip of which rises high, piercing the human temple like an awl into the brain, sucking the flesh from the brain and body. In the blink of an eye, a living person is transformed into a skeleton of bones wrapped in human skin.

Sang Hao was frightened.

This is a supernatural person, this is simply a monster in human skin!

The surrounding people immediately attacked the vines, but it was too late, and all five of them died without exception.

However, Sang Hao made a quick decision, and broke the vines around him with a few shots, so that the flesh and blood absorbed by these vines could not be passed back, and the others did the same, and finally cut down three vines, leaving only two too late to stop them, and locked them back after absorbing people.

The severed vine port was a mixture of blood, flesh and brain viscera, red, white and yellow, which looked particularly disgusting, and the smell was extremely unpleasant, making me almost disgusting at a glance.