Compared to No. 16, this No. 18 is smart and natural, laughing before speaking, and he can't tell that he belongs to one of the test subjects.

If they meet in another place, Lou Cheng will definitely be able to perceive the strangeness and particularity of No. 4, No. 6, and even No. 16, but most of them will treat No. 18 as a normal foreigner.

That's probably why Sixteen thinks she's better...... The elders were on the side, and although Lou Cheng was full of anger, he didn't make any assertions, and turned to think about other issues to maintain Bingxin.

Hearing the words of the eighteenth, the elegant Ji Jianzhang glanced at her deeply, swept over Lin Que with his afterglow, and said with a smile:

"The old man has not walked the rivers and lakes for many years, and everyone in this war-torn area seems to have forgotten the name of the 'Heavenly Sword'. ”

"Let's discuss, and afterwards we will consider how to apologize and how to compensate!"

As he spoke, his smile narrowed, his tone became calm, and when the last word came out, he flicked his fingers on the tip of the sword.

Zheng!

The sound of the dragon's groan burst into the sky, echoing throughout the main laboratory, shaking the ears of the remaining researchers in protective suits, and immediately falling into silence.

The sword roared into his ears, the brilliance erupted, and the thin rays of the Dao first rose like a fountain, and then sprinkled down, covering the eighteenth.

With its strong suction, it makes it difficult for the enemy to move, and even moths are put to the fire and throw themselves into the net.

Liangyi magneto-light sword!

The sword cuts the flesh and magnetically breaks the "instrument"!

This is the most effective way to deal with products such as the "man-made weapons project."

However, Eighteen's thoughts and reactions were as normal as if they were normal, unaffected, and the fact that her previous proposal had been brought back made her eyes narrow, and Starlight hid her anger, no different from ordinary people.

Her eyes flashed, she instantly regained her composure, did not forcibly move, her hands were propped up on the edge of the experimental long table, her body leaned back, and her right foot hanging out followed the suction, shaved upward, blazing into a knife, and slashed towards the core of the sword "fountain".

But at the moment when Ji Jianzhang took out his sword, and even at the same time as he spoke, Dou Ning was ready, took a step forward without a single step, half-squatted down, and inserted the ancient long sword with the shimmering moonlight in his hand into the ground, spreading out a heavy and dark glow.

The concrete around them immediately cracked, as if it had been weathered for a long time, and dried up to the extreme, and the remnants of the experimenters, who were shocked by the sound of the sword, stuck their feet to the ground, constantly shaking, and the skin on their bodies dried up inch by inch, as if blood and water were being sucked away.

And the ghostly light is heavier or lighter, which makes the gravitational force in this area unbalanced, and pulls the action of No. 18 in the opposite direction, making her razor-like right foot sluggish, and cooperating seamlessly with Ji Jianzhang's sword momentum, which shows the tacit understanding of decades of precipitation.

The eighth style of the bucket, "dry and sore, dead and silent earth"!

There are three stages of this killing move, first extract the surrounding water, including the ground, including the creatures attached to it, and then simulate a certain degree of gravity, interfere with and affect the enemy, and finally, trigger an earthquake in the locked position, release the gathered energy, these three changes can not be performed together, only one of them is intercepted, and the order before and after can also be mastered deeply, self-change, as you like.

Dangdang!

The "razor" light split many "sword rains" and accurately blocked Ji Jianzhang's blades, but due to being pulled, it slowed down a little, and a lot of glow slipped through the net, and they were continuously slashed down.

If it hadn't been for the timely condensation of the shield and the damage resisted, she was afraid that she would have been covered in bruises.

Dou Ning stood up straight, took advantage of the situation, drew his sword, and slashed his opponent from left to right, but the suction was obvious.

Beside her, the experimenter in protective clothing fell domino-like, his face filled with fear, like a specially made dried corpse.

And Ji Jianzhang's wrist was shocked, and the long sword was half in his pocket, from right to left, so heavy that it seemed to be hanging a thousand catties, but it gave birth to the feeling of pushing people.

One suck and one repulse, one pull and one push, the swordsmanship of the two complemented each other, enveloping No. 18 inside.

The building was set up next to the metal bed, and there was no rash interference.

The occupation of space and range in the battle of the outer gang level is extraordinary, if there is no long-term cooperation practice and forcible help, it will affect the footwork and moves of the two elders, and one plus two may be less than two.

In this case, the way to join forces is one after another, you make one move and I make one move, attacking the enemy in turn, just like the experience of myself and Ren Li, but unfortunately the old couple have been walking side by side for many years, and they have cooperated tacitly, leaving no room for others to interfere.

It felt like a superfluous crowd of onlookers...... Lou Cheng's thoughts flashed, but there was no relaxation in his heart.

The eighteenth appeared, but what about the seventeenth?

What about Seventeen, who was considered stronger than him by Sixteen?

Is he also in the base, hearing the movement, and is hurrying to it, or lurking somewhere, waiting for a chance to kill him?

With such concerns hanging in the back of his mind, Lou Cheng completely gave up the idea of besieging No. 18.

While blocking the aftermath of the battle at the Waigang level and preventing Lin Que, who had no ability to move, from being injured by mistake, he used the ice heart to reflect the surroundings and examine the condition of the eldest brother.

Lin Que's pain eased, and his slightly cloudy pupils reflected Lou Cheng's figure.

He was stunned for two seconds, and then he remembered who it was, his tense muscles relaxed, and his eyelids were half-drooping, covering the fragility that flashed by.

By the time he reopened his eyes, his emotions had become deep, and two spark-like brilliance appeared at the bottom of the pool.

The chapped lips moved with difficulty, and the throat rose and fell a few times, but he could not spit out the sound, and judging from the shape of his mouth, he was clearly saying:

"Thank you, thank you......"

Lou Cheng saw that his nose was sour, and he was busy looking for ways to disarm various devices, he was not proficient in this kind of thing, so he didn't dare to start for a while, for fear of tearing off some important equipment and making his uncle's situation deteriorate sharply.

He glanced at the area away from the battlefield, glanced at some of the scientific researchers who had turned into ice sculptures, and pressed his right hand to condense a wall of ice beside the metal bed to resist the aftermath of the battle of Waigang.

With a vertical figure, Lou Cheng pounced next to the scientific researcher who seemed to be the leader, and slapped the other party's shoulder with a light purple flame in his left palm.

Tick-tock, the ice melted, and the scientific researcher's face trembled with blue, but unfortunately what was waiting for him was not warm words, but simplifying the word "soldier".

The scientific researchers collapsed instantly, and were forcibly dragged by Lou Cheng to the metal bed for "consultation".

Either pressing, or pulling, Lou Cheng quickly removed the device on Lin Que's body.

As soon as he finished this, he turned around and looked at the door.

A figure dragged the remnant light closer, and was watched by Lou Cheng and paused.

His blonde hair was combed in the middle, his pupils were like a flame, showing red, he was wearing a white T-shirt with the number "17", a black jacket, and his hands in front of him were swirling with flames and snakes.

The seventeenth arrived...... Lou Cheng let go of a big stone in his heart, but he had more worries.

This main laboratory is not small, but it is not big, and if you have to take care of your defenseless uncle, you will definitely not be able to use your strength to the fullest, and looking at the appearance of the seventeenth, it is not an easy enemy to deal with......

In the midst of his thoughts, Lou Cheng quickly made a decision, suddenly leaned back, stretched out his palm, and sealed Lin Que in layers of crystal, leaving some holes for breathing.

In this way, as long as Keke's grandfather and grandmother solve the eighteenth as soon as possible, the impact on the eldest brother will be controllable.

The lesser of two evils!

Lou Cheng moved, and No. 17 also moved, he bent his back, like a hunting leopard, and pounced, his fists clenched, placed at his side, covered with golden and red fire.

Under the press, Lou Cheng also rushed forward, and his right fist burst into a light purple flame, which was tightly wrapped.

The anger in his heart was under the control of the "god on his head", leaking out little by little, adding fuel and fuel to the "Emperor Ziyan"!

Bang!

The fists collided, explosions broke out, and the paralyzed scientific researchers were directly lifted away and slammed into the wall, their bones broken, and their mouths spurted blood.

For this kind of guy who experiments on innocent and involuntary people, Lou Cheng has no sympathy, and even hopes to burn them clean!

Splashes of lilac and golden red ignited parts of the device, activated smoke alarms, and sprinkled the latest fire-extinguishing materials.

In the midst of the fireworks, the fists of No. 17 and Lou Cheng echoed at the same time, one of them retreated with his left shoulder, advanced with his right shoulder, bent his elbow and smashed down, and one closed with his right fist and entered with his left fist, still covering Ziyan.

In an instant, Lou Cheng's fist opened, his five fingers stretched out, and his palm firmly supported No. 17's elbow joint.

Seventeen's elbow suddenly sank, his forearm flicked, and he threw a fist with the help of force, and the golden red flames swirled and erupted.

As soon as he made a move, Lou Cheng's palm pressing the elbow joint shook suddenly, scattering the enemy's fist, shaking him back a few steps, and flowing Ziyan through.

At the same time, he tilted his head slightly, flashing most of the golden red, and the little that remained did not leave the slightest scorch mark on his face, as if he was playing with his own cat.

Seventeen shook his forearm, causing Ziyan to fall tamely, softening the ground and leaving black traces.

Both sides are masters of fire control!

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