Weird Tips: I'm Crazy, Weird Is Crazier

After going back and forth, Zhang Xingxing was finally able to escape and disappeared around a corner with Xiang Xin.

Saisheng also clearly understood at this time that this chasing game could not start without solving Duan's life first.

This time, he didn't make as much noise as he did just now. He slowly walked out of the broken wall, his face full of gloom.

"I really didn't expect you to be able to understand the rule of destruction, one of the original rules, so I can't keep you."

"Xiang Xin, I will take it."

"You must die too!"

"You can give it a try."

Duan Ming smiled slightly, took out a rotten wooden stick from his crotch and held it tightly in his hand.

It looks relaxed on the surface, but in reality it feels like facing a powerful enemy.

This person is the most powerful opponent he has encountered so far. Even if the opponent's current strength is not even the same, he cannot take it lightly.

Despair level, if you go one step further, it will be the full level of the world of deception, which is unspeakable. How can it be so simple?

Likewise, sacrificing life is now extremely cautious.

The rules of destruction possessed by Duan Ming made him extremely afraid.

The original rules only exist in legends. He knows that they exist, but he has never seen them with his own eyes. He has only heard about some characteristics and powers, but there is no way to understand the real details.

He had just fully experienced the power of this ability. He secretly felt the remaining ghost energy in his body. He was afraid that it would be useless if he used the ability of the rules again, and would eventually be dissipated under the rules of destruction. Besides, the advanced rule ability He doesn't use blue either.

He touched his cheek. The previous blue flame fist left a terrible scar on his face. It even melted the flesh and blood on the side of his face, revealing the dense white bones and teeth inside. A faint ghostly aura lingered around the edge of the wound. Automatic healing.

Presumably the opponent's understanding of the rules of destruction is not deep, so this kind of damage can be tolerated.

Even if you don't use any expensive ghost skills, I can crush you with my physical body!

With a decision in his heart, he immediately ran away, his figure like a ghost, carrying a touch of extreme darkness from left to right.

This is the most superficial application of the Dark Rules.

Disrupt the enemy's sight and lock.

"Well"

Duan Ming was stunned and scratched his butt.

Then he took out the Bagua disc from his crotch and threw it away.

Boom!

"oops!"

The swaying figure that was full of momentum just now suddenly bared its teeth and squatted on the ground with its head in its hands.

It really hurts!

What the hell is this!

How can you still lock my position when I'm shaking like that?

The rule ability of this Bagua Pan is really incredible. It hurts a lot. It hurts so much that even if it is as strong as sacrificing your life, you can't help but feel dizzy under this blow.

When the dizziness subsided a little, the same feeling of crisis that made my hair stand on end came from behind again.

Humph, do you think I will still be fooled?

His eyes narrowed, and instead of rushing forward, he kicked his legs and rushed backward.

Boom! ! !

"ah!!!"

"Why are you behind me?"

This time it was the back of the head that was hit.

It's still that stick, full of lethality.

Duan Ming: "I've always been right behind you, are you stupid?"

As he spoke, he raised his "unsheathed sword" as if to smash it.

Sacrifice has learned a lesson this time, although I don't know why the ordinary things this kid takes out can always cause such effective damage to his level, so he has to guard against it.

Even if your head is still buzzing, you still have to roll to the side like a lazy ass.

A stick hit the concrete floor, causing a crack.

Got stuck by the way.

The next second, Duan Ming dropped his stick and retreated urgently.

Shesheng adjusted his posture and came to kill him. The target was his wrist.

Even though Saisheng's body was severely injured in the virtual and real space of the virtual and real eye, it was still enough to put a lot of pressure on Duan Ming's current state.

It was so dangerous, I almost got kicked off.

Forget it, just go empty-handed.

Besides, the other party was not prepared to give him a chance to pull back the stick, and kicked out his legs. There was a surging black air on his feet, just like athlete's foot after not washing his feet for more than eighty days.

This is of course not just for aesthetics, but a real killing move.

Just like in Fengxian High School, this shadow could condense the darkness into a sharp sword, and it is the same now. After breaking the threat of the wooden stick, the opponent's feet swept over with a change of moves, and the darkness that was originally like gas instantly turned into a sharp sword. A solid sharp blade.

Duan Ming's pupils shrank.

So fast!

Urgently protect the vital points and resist hard, and at the same time, the blue flames will rise in the defensive parts.

The black blade could only be partially neutralized, and the remaining half still cut through Duan Ming's forearm, leaving a wound deep enough to show the bone.

But the most terrible thing is not this. The power of this leg cannot be underestimated.

Just like Shesheng who was knocked away before, Duan Ming quickly retreated like a cannonball and smashed into a wall.

He gave up his body and smiled evilly, following him like a shadow.

In the following time, Duan's life was almost constantly being knocked away by this seriously injured senior despair-level person, like a human sandbag.

But gradually sacrificing life felt wrong.

Why does the opponent always wipe himself out every time he is knocked back? Either touch your legs or rub your chest.

And, why does it seem that the more seriously injured the opponent is, the more difficult it is to deal with it?

Until he swung his dark fist this time and was firmly caught by Duan Ming with one hand.

Duan Ming slowly raised his scar-covered face, but his eyes were filled with brilliance.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

"Have you beaten enough?"

"We're almost there, is it my turn?"

Shi Sheng's heart skipped a beat, and his pupils shrank in an instant as he felt something secretly.

The next moment, a palpitation arose from the bottom of my heart.

In the close sight, Duan Ming's eyes had turned scarlet, and Pei Zhi's exaggerated smile looked extremely crazy.

What's even worse is that an inexplicable suction force is generated in his tightly squeezed fist, and the ghost energy in his body that is about to be exhausted rushes towards the fist like crazy.

etc!

Is the ghost energy about to run out?

There were obviously not so few just now! I don’t even use the expensive ghost skills!

"You sucked my ghost energy?!!" he yelled with wide eyes.

Duan Ming raised his lips even more exaggeratedly: "Did you notice? I thought you were so high that you didn't notice it. You thought I liked touching you, a bastard like you."

"Want to slowly restore ghost energy and heal physical injuries? That's a good idea."

"Impossible! How is it possible to forcibly absorb other people's ghost energy?" She Sheng roared excitedly, trying to break free, but his hand seemed to be handcuffed and unable to move.

At this time, his expression paused: "No, can you say..."

"Hey, guessed it?"

Duan Ming raised a finger to hold the opponent's hand, revealing a corner of his bright red seventh gluttonous eye.

Again. Another one of the Nine Eyes? !

At this moment, Sacrifice's heart went crazy, and he really felt the threat of death.

Now the opponent's physical strength has greatly increased due to unknown reasons, and he has secretly absorbed the ghost energy, making him even weaker.

He summoned up the little remaining ghost energy, and the dark sphere that had long disappeared behind him reappeared, but now it was only the size of a fist.

The same move, but only one Netherworld Ghost Claw poked out from it. This time it was a little different, it was not for containment, but for attack.

The five fingers of the ghost claw were sharp, aiming directly at Duan Ming's open chest.

"You think you're the only one with three hands?"

The "Third Hand" prop that had been in the dust for a long time showed its power again. A lifelike left hand poked out from Duan Ming's chest. In its palm, there was also a big blood-red eye, and it pressed hard on the opponent's body. .

The third hand has only half of the characteristics of copying the Gluttonous Eye, and the ghost energy sucked in cannot be absorbed by the life span, and can only play the role of consuming the opponent.

That's enough.

The futile increase in suction force caused Saisheng's movements to stagnate, and the more obvious manifestation was that the ghost claw became more and more illusory.

But it couldn't stop its offensive.

The support of the ghost energy became less, and its speed also slowed down greatly. Duan Ming quickly moved his position, and the attack point of the ghost claw changed from the fatal heart to the shoulder, passing through the body.

Duan Ming didn't even blink his brows. The black pupils in his red eyes almost shrank to a point, and his expression was distorted, like a madman.

At the moment when Guizhao lost, Sasheng already understood that there was no chance of winning against this one in his current state.

He is decisive.

Also very cruel.

Raising his other hand, he cut off his right hand held by Duan Ming at the shoulder level without hesitation, turned around and started running for his life.

Duan Ming looked at the broken arm in his hand and threw it aside casually, not catching up immediately.

He closed his eyes and twisted his shoulders. This feeling of being filled with ghost energy made him very happy.

When he opened his eyes again, the figure with a broken arm had already run a very long distance away.

Maybe you can try that trick.

With a movement of footsteps, the figure disappeared instantly, leaving only the rising dust in place.

Appearing again, he was already not far away from giving up his life.

At this moment, he was so powerful that it was easy to chase someone who had lost one arm and was unable to maintain his balance.

Shesheng was almost frightened when he heard the movement behind him, and when he glanced back quickly, his heart was broken.

Duan Ming has turned into a small blue fireman, mixed with surging black energy.

Crazy surge, the first level of the rules of power, the state is fully open, and the feeling of oppression is full.

One punch.

Just one punch.

Shesheng's figure was blown away like a shadow.

But he was a little lucky instead.

Although this punch knocked out almost half of his blood, it was not fatal enough. With the force of the blow, he still had a chance to escape.

But the next second his breathing almost stopped.

Duan Ming was seen still maintaining the posture of throwing out a punch, but an identical figure emerged from the body again, catching up with Shi Sheng at a faster speed than before.

With one kick, he intercepted it from the air and hit it hard on the ground, creating a huge crater with a diameter of two to three meters in the cement floor.

He lay dying in the center, sacrificing his life.

It wasn't over yet, Duan Ming in the air kept his movements unchanged, and a third figure emerged from it.

The blue figure fell rapidly from the sky without even seeing the falling process.

boom!

Deafening.

The huge pit was enlarged several times.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, only Duan Ming's figure stood proudly in the pit. At his feet, a headless corpse weakly hung down his remaining left hand.