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The painful heart felt extremely strenuous.

He faced such a strong opponent solo for the first time, but they didn't have a stronger armored division present, he could only come out.

The style of the long dress is light and elegant, and he was born in a wild, but not weak.

Strong pressure is coming.

They can't fail anymore. After the leadership fails, there are now four games left. Once he loses here, the god-level civilization they face will only win with a complete victory.

The huge pressure made him dare not let up.

In the super state, the combat consciousness depicts the trajectory of the long clothes. This trajectory is erratic, and even he is very surprised.

The attack of the long clothes is getting faster and faster.

Unable to attack, he passively dodges and looks extremely embarrassed in the high air, but he is not injured. With concentration, he can still detect the direction of danger and the attack trajectory of the long clothes.

He wants to win this battle.

With this belief, his face became solemn.

The pressure in my mind is increasing.

In the hands of those orcs, the god king rescued all their tribesmen, gave them all their tribes an education and an unparalleled good life, which they would not even dare to think.

He is the one who was rescued. In order to be the guardian of the king, he stood out from the competition among hundreds of millions of bitter young people.

It can be said that God King is their strongest belief.

For the bitter, the honor of the king is more important than their lives.This is also the reason why the commander would rather risk death to hurt Emperor Wu.

They have the will to die but not to live, but they must not shame the king.

Huh!

The severe pain in the abdomen made him more stressed.

Slashed through the belly of the battle armor by a long knife, the blade touched the flesh and blood.The armor was restored to its original state under the repair of the nanorobot, but the wound in the abdomen was still bleeding.

The second and third wounds appeared one after another.

The sharp pain made him feel vigorous.

In his eyes, the action route of the long clothes became clearer.

A sense of sublimation rises from the painful heart.

Fighting consciousness seems to have entered the next stage.

Everything in front of him, as if the lens is focused, the movement of the long clothes is slower in his eyes, and it is also much clearer.

"drink!"

With a loud shout, the long spear in painstakingly stabbed to the left.The face of the long coat that had just twisted his body in mid-air changed slightly, the front engine of the armor started, and he squatted in mid-air, unexpectedly changing his moves, causing the rhythm of the long coat to chaos.

Almost without thinking, withdrew and retire.

A trivial stab illustrates many problems.

"Sure enough, you can see through the combat moves. This should be your special ability." The long clothes rarely said, and some admiration: "All guards have the same ability, or you are a god-level race, the ability can be inherited, or it is developed after tomorrow. Then your super energy development technology must be very advanced."

The sound of a whisper spread on the public channel, shocking the lives of the onlookers.

As Changyi said, if Chen Mo's guards have the same special abilities, they are either a god-level race with heritable abilities, or they have special ability development techniques.

Either way, it is very scary.

Currently, there are only seven races with heritable abilities, which are the seven god-level civilizations.

If it is the first case, then the eighth largest god-level race is them.

But if it were the second case, it meant that Chen Mo had the infinitely creating skills for soldiers with the same special abilities, which was countless times more terrifying than a god-level race.

Once a full-scale war between the two sides begins, the opponent's soldiers all have the same special ability to assist in combat, which is almost invincible.The population of the god-level race is also limited, and the soldiers that this technology can create are unlimited.

...

Zi Yun's face was cold and her mind was unprecedentedly concentrated.In her eyes, all the lives around him are like a mass of energy, which can be controlled by her at will.

An intangible idea spread out, centering on Zi Yun.Quickly spread.

The lives onlookers over the Tianxing Stele Forest suddenly felt a collective sense of palpitations, and the brain was in a trance, as if someone was about to strangle the neck.

"Huh?" Tong Qing was taken aback for a while, looking in the direction of Zi Yun, with undisguised surprise in her eyes.

"What's the matter? Speaker?" Tara asked.

"Found an interesting thing." Tong Qing said lightly.

Zidi looked at Zi Yun and expressed great interest: "It seems that Ziwei civilization has produced a remarkable seed. I don't know if the old fellow Zijunzhi has discovered it."

Chen Mo also looked in the direction of Zi Yun, calmly.

The other beings didn't know what was going on, and they still watched the battle on the field nervously.

When Zi Yun's thought wave touched Mo Nu's body, her purple eyes tightened.The wave of thoughts tightened instantly like the hand of God, submerged in Mo Nu's consciousness, trying to restrain her consciousness.

When the thought of control restrained Mo Nui, Zi Yun's cold expression suddenly changed suddenly.

This thought is like twisting silk, entwining Mo Nu's consciousness.

At that moment, Mo Nu's consciousness melted like a snowman hitting flames, spreading like a cloud, wrapping her thoughts, and then destroying.

From beginning to end, Mo Nu's expression was as quiet as water.

This is impossible.

Zi Yun almost exclaimed, confused.

He considers himself a killer-like method, like punching cotton, but also hitting the silver needle in the cotton, completely hitting the nemesis.

[Mind Control] Consciousness is bound.

No life has ever changed consciousness. For the first time, she saw a life that could completely control her consciousness.

This is beyond her understanding.

"Why doesn't Zi Yun move?" Tara looked at the high-altitude battlefield, somewhat puzzled.

Tong Qing was a little moved, and said solemnly: "The highest ability of Ziwei civilization [Mind Control]."

Seeing Hitomi Qing's expression, Tara became even more curious: "Is this ability strong?"

"Mind Control] This kind of ability, I know, there is only one." Tong Qing looked in the direction of Zidi, and found that Zidi was also looking at him. The two were just touching and turned away.

"If Ziwei Civilization wins the round, the Speaker does not need to play."

"It's not that simple. The female assistant next to Chen Mo is very mysterious, like a black hole, so people can't see through. It's too early to tell the outcome."

Tong Qing glanced at Chen Mo in a blink of an eye. He didn't think that Chen Mo was so easy to agree to this gambling fight because he found himself a step down.

The high-altitude battle is heating up.

The fighting thorn in Mo Nui's hand flashed with the faint blue of a short-pulse laser at the tip, and it could easily penetrate the battle armor with a single stab.

Battle armor fights, and more often, they pay attention to one hit.

Zi Yun's [Mind Control] always falls on her body, like sugar silk meeting clear water, quickly dissolving without any influence.

The speed increased, she did not leave her hands, her body disappeared instantly and appeared behind Zi Yun.

It is determined that [Mind Control] is completely ineffective for Mo Nu. Zi Yun is in chaos, and no longer tries to control Mo Nu. The armor engine explodes, only a sound burst and disappears in place.

...

Shi Min's pressure is not lower than Zi Yun's, Jing Ge's fighting style is what he has seen in his life.

It was fierce and ruthless, upright but very strange.

The opponent can see through his movements, backhand attacks, and always give him the most deadly threat in the most tricky way. This is the first time he has encountered such a difficult opponent.

After almost suffering a big loss at the beginning, Shi Ming no longer dared to relax anymore, waving the silver spear in his hand, like the god of war, dragging the ghost with the tip of the spear and thrusting forward.

Jing Ge arched his legs, stepped on the volley, the engine broke out instantly, and his figure disappeared quickly.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Lion Min's arm was hit by a planet, and the silver spear shot out.

Jing Ge appeared under his right rib at a tricky angle. The moment he kicked his arm, the battle armor flipped, and the backhand waved, the action was done in one go, and the fighting thorn in his hand was coming to his heart.

High in the sky, the change caused Shi Ming's heart to sink. From the beginning, he knew Jing Ge was not weak.But now he discovered that Jing Ge's fighting methods made him feel unparalleled pressure.

The opponent's movements are both rigid and soft, when fierce, like a giant beast pressing on top, when weird, like a dark wolf in the dark.

The opponent's attack blocked his retreat, and it was too late to retreat. The fighting thorns were getting closer and closer, and the danger felt like a planetary pressure.

drink!

Shi Min shouted, his body twisted to the limit.

The fighting stab pierced his armor and pierced his arm like a sharp blade falling into tofu.

The severe pain made Lion Min's spirits shocked. Enduring the pain, he swept across Jing Ge's hand, opened his palm that was holding the fighting thorn, his right leg bends slightly, and the engine that broke out in an instant, whip leg horizontally in the air, sweeping in Jing Ge's ribs.

Jing Ge's figure flew sharply, and fell to the Tianxing stele forest, smashing the picture stele, dragging a long trace in the ground.

Huh!

Shi Ming abruptly tore off the fighting stab from his arm, making the scalp of the onlookers numb.

To become the number one master of the White Star Civilization, Shimin is among the strongest, but even so, he is still injured. What kind of opponent does he face?

The nano robot filled the pierced place of the battle armor, and Shi Ming looked at Jing Ge solemnly.

He hadn't been injured for many years, and Jing Ge put him under tremendous pressure.

Jing Ge flew into the air and stopped steadily. The shape of the battle armor changed. On his shoulders, elbows, knees, and the back of his hands, sharp fighting thorns floated up.

The weapons of both sides are lost, and the next is real melee combat.

Seeing Jing Ge at this moment, Shi Ming's face changed slightly.

He felt that he was being spotted by the giant beast.