Global Beastmaster: I can see the evolutionary route

Among the crowd, several figures gently waved the long knife in their hands, and Wan Ming instantly felt a thorn in his back.

Almost relying on his fighting instinct, Wan Ming opened his body shield.

But in the blink of an eye, the body shield shattered without warning.

Even though Wan Ming had turned his body around at the same time, a huge wound was cut on his left arm, and blood flowed out somewhat uncontrollably.

"Damn, so strong!"

Wan Ming gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, and slapped the King of the Tool Clan on the back.

The King of the Machine Race directly opened a small storage bin, which contained various emergency medicines.

Wan Ming quickly took out a small golden medicine bottle, bit open the bottle with his teeth, took a deep breath, and poured all of it on his wound.

Almost as soon as the medicine was sprayed on the wound, dark blood scabs began to form.

In just a few seconds, the original wounds were all sealed up, and they were healing at an extremely fast speed.

"Did you capture the opponent's position just now?"

This sentence is directed at the King of the Tool Race.

It has the ability of photographic memory and is extremely sensitive to various movements.As long as the opponent makes a shot, he will be able to lock the opponent's position.

At worst, you can also know the approximate area.

"It has been captured and covered by artillery fire, and it has all been eliminated at present."

Wan Ming was not at all excited when he heard the words, and even felt a little heavier.The first round of artillery fire coverage obviously did not eliminate these phantoms.

Why did some of them disappear after the second round?

How many people are hidden in this phantom array?

Most importantly, the strength of the person who just shot is definitely above him.

It is impossible for this kind of person to be unable to stop the ordinary shells of the King of the Machine Race.

"Then carry out artillery coverage, and give me priority to those guys who show signs of attack!"

Wan Ming almost shouted this, and most of the "companions" who were watching the show all picked up their weapons at this moment.

"Quick strike mantis! Stand by my side to prevent sneak attacks."

The firepower of the King of the Tool Race is extremely fierce, and almost every shell can take away several figures.

As time passed, the scene seemed to fall into a strange balance.Those phantoms went forward one after another, but they were smashed to pieces under the artillery fire.

And the King of the Tool Race seems to have endless ammunition, no matter how many illusions come, he can solve them with one shot.

Wan Ming stared at his front. Under normal circumstances, the amount of ammunition carried by mechanical life forms was very limited.

But the King of the Tool Race is different. It has the ability to manufacture ammunition, and the cost is only to consume some energy.

And the current artillery coverage of this intensity can be perfectly supplemented by absorbing the free energy in the air.

In other words, as long as the opponent does not change his moves, the king of the machine clan can stand here and continue to bombard.

Wan Ming, who had been paying attention to the situation on the battlefield, suddenly felt a wave of energy around his body.He punched out almost subconsciously, but the same sense of threat also surged on the other side.

"Small things?" Wan Ming immediately thought of this, "No! It's all true!"

When he thought that the other party was performing a trick like in the dark, he felt the real murderous intent.

The three directions above the head, below the body, and on the other side of the punch.

They were all directions that Wan Ming couldn't return to defend immediately!

And no matter which direction or which two directions Wan Ming takes into account, it is impossible to block the attack from other directions.

If the opponent doesn't make a move, it's fine, and if he makes a move, it's a deadly kill!

"Sen Luo Jin!"

The muscles on Wan Ming's body instantly swelled, and his whole body seemed to be several centimeters taller in an instant.

At the same time, there was an incomparable coldness all over his body, but the blades from five directions were about to hit Wan Ming's body.If he wanted to return to defense at this moment, he might not be able to stop the opponent's attack at all.

Wan Ming didn't seem to think about blocking it, but instead opened up his own space to let the opponent's attack go straight in.However, he stepped out at this moment, and the entire corridor shook with a huge force.

when!when!when!

There were five crisp sounds, and the blades broke apart the moment they touched Wan Ming's body.Wan Ming seemed to have expected this kind of ending a long time ago. His huge palm swept across and sent the five people around him flying.

The power of Sen Luojin is enormous, but for Wan Ming, it is also impossible to ignore the side effects it will bring.

This exercise will take away most of his strength in a short period of time, and even consume part of his origin.

But Wan Ming could only maintain Sen Luo Jin for only half a minute.

Once the duration is over, he will fall into a very weak state, and I am afraid that he will really become a fish on someone else's chopping board.

But before Wan Ming got up to fight back, he realized that he had lost the slightest feeling in his chest.

Wan Ming looked down, and there was a large pitch-black area near his chest.

"poison?"

Wan Ming subconsciously tried to use his soul power to force it out of his body, but he didn't expect his own soul power to become the nourishment for these toxins, which directly accelerated the diffusion of these toxins a lot.

"Are you really going to die here today?"

While the effect of Sen Luo Jin was still there, Wan Ming directly blocked several more important blood vessels.

Since it is impossible to force it out, then temporarily use physical methods to prevent the spread of these toxins.But Wan Ming knew very well that this was just a stopgap measure.

Once the time dragged on for too long and the toxins didn't need to spread at all, he would cause direct necrosis of multiple organs due to the long-term blood stasis.

At that time, if the opponent doesn't need to do anything at all, he will die!

At the moment when his life was pushed to the edge of the cliff, Wan Ming was much calmer than he imagined, his eyes fixed on the illusion that was still growing ahead.

Of the five people who were shot flying just now, he was sure that two of them were directly killed by him.

But now there is no sign of any of them. I am afraid that the person who really controls this phantom array has never shown his head.

"Since you don't come out, I'll hit you until you come out!"