Chapter 518: Shadow Pin Confinement! Control the entire field in the peak match!
The countdown is over.
In Su Lanyue's spectator helmet.
The original layout was that the chat bar was in the center, and the guests were chatting, analyzing who had a higher winning rate and how many star coins they had bet.
On both sides of the chat box, the left is the timing interface and the right is the betting interface.
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Now.
The main interface is from the armor perspective, and the lower left corner is the comment area.
The original betting interface has stopped with the start of the boxing match.
Subtitles: Tyrant of the Night VS God of Machine War, GO! ! !
Su Lanyue has read the information from both parties.
Not to mention the Tyrant of the Night, the God of Machine War is a victorious general in underground boxing matches, winning all five games... It seems like a nonsense, the rule is that the winner lives and the loser dies. The strongest is alive.
The mecha he drives is a melee type.
The organizer seemed to have deliberately arranged for two melee masters to decide the male and female.
Look at the comments section in the lower left corner.
The barrage is like snowflakes...
"As expected! I have already told you that the tyrant's fallen angels are seriously damaged and cannot possibly play!"
"What is this? It's so black and ugly. I'm going to bet 10,000 star coins on this garbage?!"
"Geneva! Refund!"
"Cracked! I really cracked! It's actually a void creature armor. Will he use it!"
"I've said it a long time ago, the God of Machine War is invincible. You have to believe the video. Not to mention that the tyrant is in a semi-disabled state. Even if he is intact, he is no match for the God of Machine War!"
Bang~~~
Su Lanyue heard the voice from the sidelines.
Looking up, I saw a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses, throwing his spectator helmet on the chair, cursing and eating the snacks provided in the box.
If I remember correctly, the player that Uncle Glasses bet on...is none other than the Tyrant of the Night!
Is this giving up early?
…
Death Star.
Broken-walled canyon, the wind blows wildly.
The setting sun faintly swayed like blood.
Boom, boom, boom! !
The earth trembled from far to near, and the stones danced like oil stains splashed in boiling water.
Qin Mo raised his eyes.
Looking directly in front of the tumbling earth dragon.
The overwhelming sense of oppression was like the rolling gravel sandstorm tearing apart the eternal wind in the canyon, rushing towards him like a sharp arrow.
Da~~da~~da~~
The strong wind carried the gravel, hitting the soft cloak with a crisp texture.
When the distance is almost a hundred meters.
Blazing fireballs the size of SUVs suddenly appeared in mid-air, densely covering the canyons hundreds of meters apart. The scorching heat distorted the air and instantly changed the temperature difference, from cool to hot.
"Meteor Fire Bomb!!"
Just for a moment.
Deep pits appeared on the rocky ground. Every time a fire bomb fell, a ferocious pit would be created. Inside, there would be endless flames, dispelling the darkness in the canyon.
Qin Mo did not choose to dodge.
It's just a test of fire coverage.
Even if you ignore them, it won't have much impact!
If he dodges and allows the melee mecha to find an opportunity, it will be detrimental to the battle situation.
The raging fire ignited in the deep pit was like a bonfire celebrating a festival. The fires pulled each other to form a magnificent dancing fire carpet, dancing in place and igniting the battlefield.
Sure enough, he is not a fallen angel...
Whether it was a screen seat, a private room seat, or a live seat, in the sea of fire, the audience finally saw clearly the biological armor hidden in the shadows.
The black mist turned into a python, like a living creature, surrendering under a black robe.
The black mist continued to spread from the black robe, extending out a pair of old and simple Chinese-style armor, with animal head shoulder pads, thick breastplate, gorgeous skirt and armor... similar to the same style as Emperor Xia.
Imperial armor envelops the pilot.
Its body is not armor, but a black robe that flutters in the wind and dances wildly.
Bloody threads formed strange and bizarre patterns, slowly appearing on the cloak.
The audience who just said, "It's so dark and ugly."
It was like a dead duck being strangled by the neck, completely shocked to the point of numbness.
This is the artistic processing of which master... I couldn't see it clearly because it was too dark, and I almost lost my sight.
A visor covered in red silk threads.
Opening a pair of scarlet eyes, they were extremely evil and full of violence.
"Flesh and blood are taboo..." Qin Mo murmured to himself.
The talent is stimulated, igniting the characteristics of the armor and also slightly changing its appearance.
The original Dark Night Armor was a black robe or a black cloak. When the driver activated it, the black mist spread and condensed into the armor, turning a dead thing into a living thing.
The most intuitive visual experience of the forbidden talent of flesh and blood is those evil bloody threads!
brush! ! !
The sword light tore through the air and cut the sea of fire in half, aiming directly at the Night Armor directly ahead. The wildly dancing cloak became more and more wanton, and the scarlet blood line seemed to be ignited.
"Blade of the Wind·Slash!"
The mecha holding a sharp blade is very beautiful, with blue and white colors and sharp yet gorgeous lines.
Compared to the heavy weight of heavy-duty mechas and the flamboyance of air combat mechas, it looks like a polite gentleman who should appear in a solemn and elegant palace instead of a smoke-filled canyon battlefield.
The sharp blade cuts straight.
No fancy thunder sparks.
Only the extremely sharp edge caused countless dense sword marks to appear around it before it hit the ground.
"Shadow Nail Imprisonment!"
The right hand hidden in the blood-patterned black robe slowly raised and caressed the void.
The coiled black python, like a dog that heard the master's command, sneaked on the charred rock ground and bit the...shadow of the Wind Blade!
Shadow nail imprisonment, the innate skill of the Dark Night Armor, comes from the original void creature.
By imprisoning the shadow.
Achieve the effect of affecting reality.
Normal movement, such as a slow motion of the left hand and the right hand, the hands move synchronously with the shadow. At this time, if the hands are imprisoned, the shadow will not move... Similarly, if the shadow is imprisoned, will the hands also not move?
You know.
If the hands are imprisoned, the owner of the hands will resist, and even grab a weapon to fight!
But if the shadow is imprisoned, what should the owner of the hand do? Will the shadow hit people under normal circumstances?
Falling raindrops, speeding bullets, swaying clouds... As long as there is a shadow, everything can be imprisoned!
...
Purple Gold Star.
Mining area dungeon.
Morgan is also watching the game, not in the screen seat, nor in the box seat.
Is it difficult to move a device to the office?
For the supervisors below the manager and above everyone else, it is not a difficult task, it is easy.
"Hahahaha!"
"You actually use shadow nails to imprison, you are not here to make fun of me!"
Dark Night Armor...
He half bought and half robbed it from a customer who was addicted to gambling, how could he not know the basic skills?
Just from the setting: Imprison the shadow, change the reality!
Setting is invincible, who doesn't have a shadow? When the light source cannot penetrate the object, it will leave the so-called shadow!
But the imprisonment ability has a limit.
A hovering car with a speed of 500km/h can easily break through the imprisonment.
If not, the Dark Night Armor would not have been repeatedly unsold, because it is too rubbish.
Even if you buy it back to show off, you can only play with flowers and plants, and it will be a stunner in actual combat.
Qin Mo actually used this trick stupidly.
Imprisoned the wind blade that had already broken through the speed of light.
Probably it will be cut in half in the next second, and die like a joke!
