Boy, what's your name?" asked Mo Jituo, who was in the middle of the battle, suddenly staring at Zheng Ding.

"What's the matter? it's almost time now?" Zheng Ding snorted heavily, "It's late!"

"Heh, hehe!" Mo Jituo's shoulders rose and fell slightly, "It seems that you have some misunderstanding, asking your name represents my determination to kill you, and it can be regarded as a recognition of you!"

The corners of Zheng Ding's mouth squeezed out a contemptuous sneer: "Then thank you really for looking up, Zheng Ding!"

"Zheng Ding?" Mo Jituo rolled his eyes up and frowned, "How did you write it?"

"Zheng who solemnly told you! I will definitely kill your Ding!" Zheng Ding finished speaking, and a catapult attacked again, and a blast fist swung out.

Mo Jituo snorted coldly, and just as this punch was about to hit, the bright red left palm slammed on Zheng Ding's jaw, and then took advantage of him to lean back, holding Xiao Mei in his right hand and quickly cutting crosswise, straight to his exposed throat.

Zheng Ding, who also lost it, reacted in time, and did not forget to dodge sideways after being slapped, and the knife only left a wound on the chin.

"Die!" Mo Jituo missed a blow, and immediately followed, and the blood-burning little beauty chased Zheng Dingdang with a ball of red gas, and stabbed Zheng Dingdang in the chest.

The situation on the battlefield was changing rapidly, and Zheng Ding didn't have time to pay attention to the new wound at all, and with a swing of his left wrist, he hit Mo Jituo's right elbow, scraping down his arm, and deflecting the direction of his forward stab.

At this time, Mo Jituo's left fist had already hit again, and Zheng Ding also threw his right fist almost at the same moment, and the back of his fist grazed the bottom of his forearm. Attacking and defending as one, while slightly changing the direction of the opponent's fist, a black tiger stealing heart blast punch hit the opponent's chest hard.

Mo Jituo took three steps back and spurted out a mouthful of black blood.

And although Zheng Ding unloaded part of the opponent's strength, after all, the purpose of this punch was more offensive than defensive, and he was still hit in the shoulder by the opponent, and the injury of the leapfrog gave him the illusion that his right arm was unloaded.

Kill him! You must kill him today! You must kill him before he grows up! Mo Jituo, who was not a little injured, had a gloomy face, and his mouth seemed to have words, and the "red light" on his body suddenly soared, and the power of "burning blood" was turned to the maximum, and an unprecedented sense of oppression was like a raging wave, overwhelmingly attacking Zheng Ding.

In order to resist this strong pressure, Zheng Ding unconsciously bowed his body.

Suddenly, there was a tiger roar in the air, and a fierce tiger made of Lan Li jumped out of the crimson, and Xiao Mei took the initiative to attack again.

Zheng Ding was also unequivocal, and threw a blasting bomb at it.

The "Tiger" turned around in the air, and the "hind legs" buckled from top to bottom on the blasting shell.

The blasting bomb that blasted the little clever into pieces was actually bounced away directly by this "leg", falling and exploding fiercely, adding a new wound to the unrecognizable ring.

The other party has strengthened the output of combat power, although Zheng Ding has been aware of this, but he didn't expect it to be so strong, and he couldn't help but feel numb in his scalp.

Xiao Mei fought in the front, and Mo Jituo was not idle, just when the blasting bomb landed, he had already rushed forward, ghostly approaching Zheng Ding, who was secretly frightened, and smashed his injured right shoulder with a punch.

If you are hit by this punch, even if it is a tempered Jialan force protective body, I am afraid that it will be difficult to escape the fate of the right hand being abolished.

Before he could think about it, Zheng Ding instinctively took a knife in his left palm, grabbed the opponent's fist before he could reach his body, and struck him on the throat.

With the fragility of his throat, he really took Zheng Ding's wind punch, and Mo Jituo actually only took a few steps backwards slightly. However, although there was only such a slight effect, it also successfully resolved Zheng Ding's crisis.

In the face of such a strong enemy, the only way to face the difficulties is to face the difficulties, if you lose the opportunity and the rhythm is controlled by the other party, it will only become more and more difficult. Zheng Ding, who was well versed in this, also didn't care about the difference in strength between the two sides, and took advantage of the victory to chase a wind whip leg and threw it over.

Seeing Zheng Ding's combos coming one after another, Mo Jituo slammed his heel on the ground to stabilize his body, and then his elbows and knees came out together, and he slammed his kicks up and down.

The unprecedented pain struck, as if Achilles' tendon had been broken alive, and even Zheng Ding couldn't help but let out a miserable scream.

Hai Lanzhi and the others, who ended the battle at this moment, were busy ambulating the wounded everywhere, and the only ones who had no intention of sweeping the tail and paying attention to the movements here from afar were Yan Huixue, who was the least worried about Zheng Ding, and Xin Chen, who was ready to rescue at any time because of the timeliness of the recovery technique.

Zheng Ding's wail immediately touched the tense nerves of the second daughter, only to see Yan Huixue jump up with a spirit, stretch out her hand that had already been soaked in sweat, grabbed Xin Chen's sleeve and said eagerly: "Quick!

In fact, there was no need for her to remind her, Xin Chen, who was ready to go, had already sprinkled a white light at Zheng Ding, but because the speed of the two people in the field was too fast, as soon as her recovery technique was cast, the position of the two changed again, and the white light fell into the air.

Zheng Ding, who passed by with the white light, ushered in a red light, and just after two moves with Mo Jituo, he was pressed under him by the little beauty who fell from the sky.

From the moment this "tiger" with Lan Li as the backbone wrapped Zheng Ding, Xiao Mei continued to swim at high speed, like Yan Huixue's wind blade technique, giving Zheng Ding countless attacks in it.

However, compared to the Wind Blade Technique, Xiao Mei, as Mo Jituo's Horcrux, is fighting at full capacity at the moment, and its damage is incomparable, just a few seconds, Zheng Ding's whole body is already drenched in blood, and he can hardly find a piece of intact skin.

Just when the second daughter who was watching the battle was turning around in a mess because she couldn't see the situation clearly, she heard a loud bang, and a blasting bomb exploded in the body of the "tiger". The huge energy fluctuation shook away the "body" of the "tiger", and the small beauty that was the core fell to the ground.

Immediately after that, a figure shot out, and Zheng Ding's soles sprayed a rich Lan force, flying towards Mojituo like a rocket launcher.

"Just in time!" Mojituo gathered his strength again, and his old face, which was already red, rose even redder, and even turned faintly black. Look at that stance, it is to use this final blow to KO Zheng Ding.

Zheng Ding quickly approached, and the ultimate showdown was about to break out.

At this moment, the two of them are highly concentrated, only each other in their eyes, and only their own heartbeat in their ears, whether it is the loud rainstorm or all kinds of noise outside the venue, they are all actively blocked by the two.

Suddenly, Mo Jituo felt a surge of qi and blood, and the sound of his heartbeat stopped abruptly, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and continued to use the "Ultimate Blood Burning" state, which completely collapsed his already overwhelmed body.

"Bang!" Zheng Ding's fist hit Mo Jituo, who had lost his mobility, in the chest, and stabbed directly through his chest and out of his back.

Seeing that the red steam on Mo Jituo's body quickly disappeared, Zheng Ding was stunned for a moment and then realized, pulled out the iron fist inserted into his body, and said lightly: "I said that I must kill you!"

Mojituo fell to the ground with endless reluctance on his face, and a red splash of water splashed.

At this point, the battle was finally over, and Xin Chen's recovery technique finally hit Zheng Ding accurately, recovering some of his new injuries. Yan Huixue also ran to his side at this time, pretending to mock: "Good luck!"

"His style of play is too morbid, what is the real burning life, I can see it now......" Zheng Ding doesn't think that his victory depends on luck.

"Fifty steps and a hundred steps!Your Flame Fist and Wind Fist are not the same!" Yan Huixue continued to "mercilessly despise" him.

"How can that be the same...... Eh, Xiaoxue, are you worried about me?" Zheng Ding was halfway through his words, when he suddenly seemed to have discovered some shocking secret, he brought a lewd smiling face infinitely close to Yan Huixue's face, and his eyes stared at her eyes without blinking, as if he wanted to count her eyelashes.

Yan Huixue's tender face rose to red, and her appearance was the same as that of Mo Jituo, who had opened the blood, and after being at a loss for half a second, Tsundere turned her head and left: "Who has time to worry about you, if you have time to make waves here, it is better to find Doctor Liu to take a look at the injury!"

"So dishonest, and said that you weren't worried about me?" Zheng Ding chased him out with a cheap smile, but he didn't run two steps and squatted down because of the wound involved, and then stood up again in Yan Huixue's sentence "deserved......

All the battles have ended, and only the mess and ruined battlefield are still telling the horror of the battle.

The seriously injured and poisoned were carefully moved to the nearest room, dictated by Liu Xiaosen, who was still unable to move, and treated simply by Hailanzhi and others.

Those who had already died were temporarily left behind in the rainstorm.

The rain kept hitting the corpses, using their blood to graffiti around the ring.

Suddenly, among these corpses, Mo Jituo, who had a big hole in his chest, actually moved the fingers of his right hand slightly, and the little beauty beside him also shook a few times, and the tip of the knife stood downward.

Trembling, shaking one step at a time, Xiao Mei "walked" to Mo Jituo's side, slowly cut off a rectangular silver medal pinned to his waist, and engraved eight crooked Chinese characters on it, "Zheng Ding, the Iron Man Who Killed Me".

As soon as the words were engraved, a huge white dove flew in the distant sky, swooped down and grabbed the silver medal, and then turned into a white dot in the sky and disappeared.

With the message being sent, Xiaomei finally fell down again and was reduced to an ordinary dagger.

And its owner, Mogito, has truly exhausted the last trace of life at this moment, completely dissociating himself from this world.

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The characters have something to say:

Hello everyone, my name is Mojito, life is so difficult! Especially as a villain, it's even harder!

Among the many villains who drive the protagonist into a corner, my conditions should be the best:

In the battle with me, the protagonist did not comprehend new skills, did not make a breakthrough in strength, and did not step on shit to escape death......

However, what I didn't expect was that I, who had such a huge advantage, would die on my own "running out of oil", I was still too naïve......