Infinite Heroes Seat

"What's this?"

Seeing the white powder, one side passed by for a moment, and then he burst into laughter.

"Hey! Why don't you use these things to deal with me!" There was a gap between the corners of the mouth, and the pale color on the side of the passer's body became more and more hideous in the dark night, whether it was the clothes or the skin.

"I'm a party! In this world, nothing can hurt me as long as it is energy!"

"Really?" Mo Wen also chuckled over there. Although he was **** his upper body, he didn't care and touched his hair. At this time, there was a sense of wind and light on his body.

"Then can you live without oxygen?"

Mo Wen's tone was very plain, but it was this plain that caused a faint uneasiness in the heart of Tong Tong.

"—Oxygen? What is he talking about?"

Among the white dust, a white particle drifted past his eyes, and the passing pupil of one side shrank slightly,-it seemed to be-flour!

His face changed suddenly, but one side had thought of the changes, but everything was too late.

The white powder formed a white smoke like fog, which was continuously swept in by the vortex he created.

The temperature in the center was as high as 10,000 degrees Celsius, almost at the moment when the dust touched the bright air mass in the center, along with the fire from the star point to the starting prairie, the sky of the entire depot was ignited.

The flame-scorching cloud-like flame snake was continuously involved in the plasma body made by Fangtong, and within a moment of effort, his side became a sea of ​​flames.

"Cough! Damn bastard!" The hot air wave blew the hair on his face. Although he was not affected by the heat in it, one party passed his throat in pain, as if he was enduring great pain.

asphyxia!

Filled with flour powder, the huge space with a radius of 30 meters was turned into a sea of ​​fire, and because one party was manipulating the wind to compress the plasma. The flames near him showed no signs of dissipating. Instead, they were gathered continuously, the temperature continued to rise, and the violent combustion reaction exhausted the surrounding oxygen. Continue like this. All that awaits him is to run out of oxygen and die, and want to change the situation in front of him. In fact, all you need to do is to control the wind in the opposite direction to blow away the flames.

But will that **** miss such a good opportunity?

One side generally endured the suffocation of lack of oxygen, while thinking secretly in his heart.

But as if seeing his mind, Mo Wen suddenly clapped his hands.

"It's worthy of being the number one in the academy city. It's amazing to be able to do this even when the brain is hypoxic!"

There was no trace of scars on the upper body of **. The explosion that swept the entire truck yard just now didn't seem to have any effect on Mo Wen at all.

"Ala, tonight is really super, if it weren't for those carriages filled with flour, your last trick would be like this, one side will pass. I really might be planted in your hands!"

"However, how long can you last under the current situation? One minute, two minutes, or longer? Are you vectoring, not oxygen?"

While appreciating the predicament of one party, Mo Wen ridiculed mercilessly. The gloating appearance is beyond words.

"——You, you bastard!"

Sora has a trick but can't use it. One of the people passing through and watching Mo Wen almost burst into flames, splitting atoms into cations and electrons. It is not easy for him to manipulate this kind of attack, so he is blowing away. After Mo Wen, he began to make calculation preparations, but he did not expect that there was dust in the nearby carriages. Finally, Mo Wen used them to create a dust storm. The flames generated by the dust storm engulfed him in, abruptly depleting the oxygen around him. .

In the blink of an eye, the situation was reversed.

If you continue to maintain the plasma ball, you will definitely die from lack of oxygen. You can untie the plasma ball and blow away the flames. The **** on the opposite side will definitely take the opportunity to rush over. According to the previous situation, the probability of losing yourself is above the ninth level. .

hateful! Why is this guy so lucky? Yifang Tongxing cursed secretly in his heart.

Unwilling, frustrated, with a trace of fear spreading in his heart.

Hesitating, one side was a little undecided about the passage, but the burning feeling in his lungs kept reminding him that he must make a decision quickly.

If it's just for a moment, it shouldn't matter!

After gritting his teeth, one party passed through and looked at the blurry scene in front of him, and finally made up his mind.

The hurricane that compressed the plasma suddenly dispersed, rushing towards the surroundings, and the flames surrounding him were instantly swept away.

Hurry up!

The strong wind swept away in the dispatch yard, and the powerful force almost overturned all the carriages.

The fresh air entered the lungs again, feeling the refreshing sensation, and the brain of one party started to work again.

good! Just take advantage of it now!

Looking at the figure not far away, one side quickly resumed the combat state.

reverse!

The brain quickly calculated a series of formulas, and the gale that had originally swept outside changed its direction again under the control of a passing party.

Seeing the plasma body slowly reappearing in the sky, one side passed through with a smile. Now there are no other carts of flour to help the opposite bastard. The victory is finally his own!

Unfortunately, at the moment when he relaxed slightly, a figure suddenly approached in the darkness.

"Do you think I will fall twice in one place?" Heavy footsteps smashed the ground and slashed through the air like a sharp blade. Unexpectedly, it broke through the wind barrier and directly slammed into the front of a party. .

He didn't rush over just now because he was carelessly letting the plasma form a climate, and he dared not approach him when he was thrown into a rat restraint, but it didn't mean that the wind from one side could really stop him.

"Hi, baby, it's game time!"

Seeing Fang Tong Xing's eyes widened in panic, Mo Wen chuckled lightly.

The next moment, with a muffled sound that broke through the air, Mo Wen's right hand slammed into the cheek of Yifang Pass.

......

At 9:15 in the evening, on the ruin-like dispatch yard, Mo Wen was punching and kicking at one party with a look of excitement. Since getting close to the other side a few minutes ago, Mo Wen has never let the other party leave him. 'S side.

Feel free to use your right hand to move away the left hand of one party, and then hit the opponent’s face with a punch with your left hand. The moment it touches the opponent’s skin, it immediately retracts its strength and uses the “reflection” of one party to slam it hard. On the bridge of the opponent's nose, accompanied by the sound of broken bones, the nose of the other party was like a soy sauce shop, spilling a blood-red piece.

"Tsk! Are you stronger than before? One side is passing! It's really getting more and more resistant, and I haven't gotten down until now!" With a kick, he broke the first calf, Mo Wen looked at it shaking The side who was standing passed through, was surprised, and then relentlessly punched out again, causing the other side to stagger and fall to the ground.

In just a few minutes, Mo Wen was like beating a kindergarten kid to play with one party. He was beaten all over with cuts and bruises, his right hand and left leg were broken, and there was no good place in his body. The whole person was like a blood man. generally.

Want to leave! You must keep your distance!

There is already a blank in my mind~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Seeing another punch from the opposite side, the unconscious party made a subconscious judgment.

The right leg, which was still intact, slammed on the ground, and one side leaped back high.

But it was no use, only a black shadow flashed past, and Mo Wen appeared in front of him again.

"A kid, where are you going?" The corner of his mouth cracked with a sneer, and Mo Wen's right fist was suddenly clenched.

There was a slight noise from his fingers, and then with the sound of howling wind, Mo Wen slammed a fist on the front of the passer's chest.

It slammed into the ground like a cannonball, and saw that the ground of the entire dispatch yard was shaken by the hit, and long cracks appeared like a spider web.

"--Huh!" Mo Wen let out a breath as he watched the party who had completely lost consciousness lying in the pit pass.

He turned his head and looked at Misaka Mikoto and the somewhat dazed sister Misaka, who had a complicated complexion, stretched their waists.

"Well, everything is over!"