Chapter 1632

Song Zhong snorted coldly. Since he had shot, how could Ding Ning escape easily.

The wrist holding the barrel of the gun shook slightly, and the nine gun flowers suddenly exploded and divided into hundreds of fine small gun flowers. However, the shrouding range doubled and covered Ding Ning in it.

Ding Ning had expected earlier, calmly raised his hand, bent his index finger and flicked it gently, hitting the tip of the gun accurately.

Let's hear it!

Song Zhong felt a powerful force coming along the tip of the gun, which made his arm numb, and his face was shocked.

There were so many strong men who died under his gun that no one dared to pick up his gun with his fingers, which made him realize that Ding Ning was definitely a strong enemy in his life.

Ding Ning was also surprised that song Zhong's gun was not shaken off. It is worthy of being a cold flame soul chasing gun. As expected, it is not a generation with a false reputation.

Although his previous finger looks understated, it is actually his magic power - broken star finger.

Although the broken star finger is limited to the realm of tianwu territory and can't exert its maximum power, with his physical strength and strength, the strength of tianwu territory can't take over his finger at all, which is enough to prove that song Zhong does have the ability to fight beyond the level. No wonder he can chase the three brothers of Wuxiang. There is no way to heaven and no door to the earth.

"Sure enough, I have some skills, but if it's just this level, it's over."

The master's moves are not as easy to fight for days and nights as ordinary people think. In fact, most of them can distinguish the victory and defeat in just a few moves. Moreover, it is still a dangerous ten thousand ant desert, so song Zhong does not intend to delay and directly use the strongest killing moves to solve the battle.

"Cold fire and ice flame!"

Song Zhong gave a low cry, his hands shook, and the long gun was like a dragon. A layer of transparent flame filled the gun body, which instantly reduced the ambient temperature by dozens of degrees. Even if Ding Ning did not invade the cold and summer, he still had a feeling of poor blood.

Ding Ning was not surprised but happy. He shouted "good coming". He clenched his hands into fists and expanded his arms outward, just as the old ape moved the mountain and hugged the gun.

"I don't know what to do!"

Song Zhong said coldly. His face showed a dull color. He felt that the battle was over without suspense.

He is the owner of the ice flame. How can he not know the terrible power of the ice flame? Although the color of the ice flame is as bright as jade, the temperature is very low. Once he is in direct contact, it will become an ice sculpture in an instant.

If it's just like this, the ice flame is very strange. It's an ice crystal with extremely low temperature outside. After entering the human body, the body temperature will rise instantly and turn into a terrible high-temperature flame to burn the enemy.

Therefore, song Zhong saw that Ding Ning had foolishly picked up his ice flame gun with his fists, and had sentenced him to death.

Sure enough, although Ding Ning smashed his fists on the body of the ice flame gun, which made him unable to go any further, ice cream condensed on his hair and eyebrows. The extreme cold quickly spread around him and turned it into an ice sculpture in the twinkling of an eye.

Song Zhong shook his head regretfully and sighed softly: "I thought I could meet an opponent who would make me happy in the first World War. I didn't expect it to be just like this. It's really disappointing."

"Brother Ding!"

Wu Xiangxiao's face turned white and shouted with a crying voice. His tone was full of sadness and self blame. If pudding was quick and quick, he would rush to Ding Ning regardless of everything.

Jiang wuhui looked at Ding Ning, who was turned into an ice sculpture. Even though he regarded Ding Ning as a rival in love, he was not happy to see his end. After all, he died to protect the three of them.

"Boring, really boring. In that case, it's time to send you on the road."

Song Zhong said bored, reaching out to take back the cold flame gun and waiting for Xiang Wuxiang to kill.

Click, click!

The ice sculpture suddenly broke, Ding Ning broke through the ice, opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of rich black smoke. His face was intoxicated and said, "it's fun, just a small amount. It's good. Go on, come again."

"Brother Ding, you're really not dead. That's great. Woo woo, I'm scared to death..."

With a cry of surprise, the small appearance of tears is distressing.

"I said brother Ding would be fine."

Pudding proudly straightened his chest and said, but his red eyes betrayed his previous forced calmness.

Wu Xiang wiped his tears and nodded happily. Jiang wuhui also showed an excited smile on his face. This magical man really deserves to be his rival in love.

"What? How could it be? How could you be all right?"

Song Zhong, who was ready to deal with the no phase killer, changed his face. He didn't dare to think about it. He looked at Ding Ning, and his eyes almost didn't fall out.

"Come on, look at your invincible loneliness. I'll meet your fighting desire."

Ding Ning provocatively hooked his little finger at Song Zhong, with an undisguised killing opportunity in his eyes.

He had no intention of killing song Zhong. He just wanted to fight with him and measure Shura's strength from the side.

But song Zhong, after deciding that he was dead, refused to let go of the three Wuxiang people and wanted to kill them. This completely angered him. I don't know that brother Xiao Ning is the most protective of the calf?

Although he had known Wu Xiang for a short time and had no deep friendship, he shed tears for him with Wu Xiang. In order to make the pudding red, he really regarded the two teenagers as his friends and brothers.

"Well, although I don't know how lucky you escaped this disaster, you won't be so lucky next time. Go to hell."

Song Zhong was angered by his actions and couldn't care to investigate why he didn't die. He shouted angrily: "long you around the world!"

Boom!

The wild sand dances wildly. The killing intention is startling. It's as startling as a pianhong and as gentle as a dragon.

The silver gun, wrapped in the terrible power of heaven and earth, aroused the crazy sand all over the sky. A huge salon was frozen by the extremely low cold of the ice flame, and jumped at Ding Ning with open teeth and claws.

Before Ding Ning made a response, song Zhong shook his gun body, issued the second gun boldly, and shouted, "wind, sand and cold roar!"

"Blood rain frost!"

"Dream home!"

"The end of the world!"

"Buried in the sky!"

……

A series of shouts accompanied song Zhong's continuous stabbing of nine guns, and the power of the nine guns began to stack. The terrible momentum was earth shaking, which had far exceeded the scope of tianwu territory, no, even Zhenwu territory.

Jiang wuhui's face was like earth, and he whispered in despair, "it's over. It's over. Song Zhong unexpectedly used his ultimate killer mace, Jiulian soul chasing gun."

Pudding and Wuxiang didn't speak, but they clenched their fists tightly. They stared at Ding Ning, who was shrouded in the illusion of nine guns, and kept cheering themselves, "brother Ding must be able to carry it, he must be able to carry it."

"It's interesting. The shooting technique that combines wind, sand, ice, fire and spiritual power and constantly superimposes power is just a little similar to the tide trend I understand. Let's see who is stronger."

Ding Ning's clear voice suddenly came, which made pudding and Wuxiang almost cry with joy and wave their fists. They knew that brother Ding was a man who kept working miracles and would never be easily defeated. Jiang wuhui also showed a relaxed look on his face. Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to say that even as a rival in love, he was convinced by Ding Ning.

WOW!

WOW!

WOW!

The next moment, everyone was shocked because they heard the sound of the waves hitting the rocks.

The sound is getting closer and louder, and even the dry air seems to become moist, making people seem to be really on the beach and enjoy the spectacular and beautiful of the vast sea.

Song Zhong's face showed an unprecedented dignified color. Living in the center of the attack of the tide, his feelings were very different from those of Wuxiang and others.

What he heard was not the sound of the waves hitting the reef, nor the magnificent sea standing on the beach, but like an incarnation of a lone boat soaring, falling, jumping and falling in the rough waves... He would be crushed by the terrible waves at any time.

Wave after wave, the heavy waves overlap and never stop. The small waves of three or four meters begin to increase. Now the waves have developed to the height of seven or eight floors, and there is no sign of stopping.

What's more, even if it was a tide, it was clearly a tsunami. The terrible power of nature made song Zhong's soul tremble. Even though he knew that it was an illusion caused by potential, he still hung his heart like a roller coaster in his throat and couldn't be realized.

His proud nine company Soul chasing gun has completely dissipated in front of this terrible wave. In this round of confrontation, he has no doubt that he has no power to fight back.

Just with his arrogance, how could he take the initiative to admit defeat? He clenched his teeth and kept cheering himself up: "although the tsunami is terrible, it is not enough to kill me. As long as he persists for a while, everything will be over."

"My move is called a thousand heavy waves. As the name suggests, it is to experience the impact of a thousand heavy waves. Song Zhong, you are really strong. Even I have to admire you for being able to hold on until now."

Ding Ning's voice came slowly, seemingly praising and mocking.

Song Zhong wanted to open his mouth and ask how many waves he had passed and when it would end, but the dizziness of seasickness made him turn over the river in his stomach and couldn't even open his mouth to speak.

"You've reached the 192nd Wave now. Come on, I'll look after you."

Ding Ning's words of encouragement came, and song Zhong almost didn't spit out his old blood. The thousand heavy waves are only the 192nd heavy now? When will this special start?

The most important thing is that now the huge waves have surged to a height of 100 meters. The terrible slapping force has made him have a strong fear of death and frightened him. He feels that he may be shot to pieces in the next second,

"195 heavy waves."

"One hundred and ninety-six heavy waves."

……

"199 heavy waves, come on, hold on, it's going to break 200 soon."

"Beautiful, congratulations. You have become the first lucky guest to break through the two hundred heavy waves. If you can fully experience the one thousand heavy waves, the company will have a mysterious award. Come on!"

……

Ding Ning kept on encouraging song Zhong. I didn't know that he thought he was participating in a high bonus game program player's family and friends group.

Song Zhong cried. This boy is so bad that people are afraid. This bastard is still chattering, increasing his psychological pressure.

It feels like a condemned criminal is about to be shot, but someone nearby keeps reminding him that there are still eight hours... Seven hours... Six hours... Three hours to shoot you

Especially, no matter how good his psychological quality is, he can't stand it. Therefore, when Ding Ning smiled, he was lucky to break through a small level and successfully passed the 210th wave. When he encouraged him to continue refueling, song Zhong completely collapsed and cried, "brother, I'm wrong. Can't I admit defeat? Let me go!"