Chapter 182

Wan Sheng's combat skill level has reached the peak, and his strength is equal to that of the eight Star Warrior. He is not afraid of the Seven Star heavy weapon, and directly turns into a meteor and smashes it down through the fire.

Lu Hang's left-hand Seven Star King Kong sniper cannons bombed continuously, but all of them were resisted by Wan Sheng, as if they were on the King Kong board, and they didn't move. When Wan Sheng came to him, Lu Hang's chest suddenly surged with electric light, a wave spread, and the powerful energy like a protective shield burst out, trying to push his opponent away.

Wan Sheng was not so easy to push away. He immediately waved his gun, and "dazzle color kill" crossed a gorgeous gun line, broke the radio wave shield directly, and delivered the long gun to hit the other side's chest.

Lu hang snorts and flies back. Zhinao immediately announces that he has been shot in the chest with a long gun.

"Great Lu hang takes a look at Wan Sheng and simply turns around and leaves.

"Next!" Wan Sheng put the Dragon Sword gun behind him and said coldly. Another black man came out with a strange blade like hair and knife: "Makelele, African base mercenary regiment!"

Wan Sheng didn't answer at all. His long gun rushed up. Makelele's odd shaped blade swung and split continuously. His silver fighting spirit made a wave of light and sharp blade, which came up one after another.

"Cold!" As soon as the gun was sent away, the gun turned into a cold light and rushed in, smashing the front wave light blade. Those sharp wave light blades were just as rotten as tofu.

Makelele saw that the wave light blade could not resist. He held the odd shaped blade in his hands, put it in front of his chest, thrust it forward with great force, and yelled: "Ningci!" A sharp cone-shaped energy condenses in front of the body, just like a huge spear coming to pierce everything in front of us.

"Starlight!" Wansheng does not retreat, but advances. Since the other side wants to fight who is sharper, then fight. Suddenly, the cold light at the tip of the gun becomes bigger and turns into a meteor.

"Ding!" There was a sharp and harsh sound of percussion, as if the tips of the needles were touching each other. The top of the Dragon Blade and the odd shaped blade were exactly gathered in one place. Makelele was smashed out by a powerful piercing force, and the brain decided to lose!

"Next!" Wan Sheng said in a tone of indifference that had not changed for ten thousand years. A big, muscular, black haired European and American with golden knight armor and a headring came out and said with a big grin: "No.9 in the combat power list, Alec challenge in North America base!"

"Alec? Are you Alec? Psionic Wan Sheng suddenly remembered that it was this man who defeated Xu Weiye. Alec showed his fierce light and gritted his teeth: "ha ha, are you afraid? My name will spread all over the world in the future! I beat you today. I'll challenge those in front of me again. It happens that all the people are here! "

"What a big tone! I'll shoot you! Take a breath for brother Xu Wan Sheng's blue pupil was cold and fierce. He held the dragon sword and gun tightly in his hand. He began to quiver slightly with the bow and arrow step under his feet. This was the starting style of a single shot.

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Song Hui looked at the light screen outside and said, "brother Xu, I want to help you vent your anger. I want to solve this problem with one shot." Liu Zixuan some can't believe it, said: "a shot is not possible, we are all seven stars, to second kill is too difficult, eight star martial arts are estimated to be unable to do, but look at the front of the competition, it is possible to win."

Xu Weiye looked grim and said: "this Alec said last time that he understood the perfect combat skills of the psionic division. If so, the younger student will be in danger this time. Let alone one shot, it's not easy to win."

"Psionic division's combat skill is perfect!" Song Hui and Liu Zixuan were surprised. This is amazing. It seems that Wu Zhanming, who ranked second, did not achieve the perfect combat skills of the psionic division.

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Alec's mind flashed, and ten small flying axes appeared around him. He hummed coldly: "I can tell you that I have realized the perfection of the first combat skill of the psionic division. I want to see how you shot me!"

Wan Sheng raised his dragon sword gun in his right hand and said, "is the first level of perfection so arrogant? Even if you are all perfect, why not? One shot for you! Remember that talent is not everything! The psionic master is not invincible! "

After that, Wansheng's "one shot" was launched, and there was a roaring sound. Alec felt that he was facing a huge beast and wanted to swallow himself up. His mind was spinning. He turned ten flying axes into rings and spun them quickly in front of him, forming a silver halo in front of him. It was the power of perfect combat, At this moment, he is equivalent to the fusion of ten Seven Star Warrior energy.

"Boom!" With a loud noise and a light and shadow passing by, Alec was stabbed out by a gun, fainted and lay motionless on the ground. Wan Sheng immediately stood in front of him with a handsome horizontal gun and said coldly, "your psionic division's perfect combat skill is far worse than that of an idiot." The voice of intelligent brain announced mercilessly: "Alec, defeat!"

"Damn it! I'm not dazzled, am I? Alec was killed by a second shot! Is it true or not? " There was an uproar outside the arena, and everyone was shocked by the scene. Both Johnson and Wu Zhanming were surprised, because all the people here could not kill Alec in seconds, and they were the psionic masters who understood the perfect combat skills.

"Sentry, you bastard, you call me an idiot! I'll teach you a lesson when I get to seven stars! " Peng Hao mingled in the crowd, thinking bitterly.

Another purpose of Wan Sheng's "one shot" is to frighten everyone and let them know that they are not easy to be provoked. Otherwise, any cat or dog will come up to challenge them, and they will not be bored to death.

"Next!" Wan Sheng's cold voice is like a brain without emotion, like the call of hell. Outside the martial arts field, it was quiet. For a moment, no one dared to fight. Alec was killed by a second shot. Who would want to be humiliated? At least all the psionic masters backed out. Even Tom, who was so angry, didn't dare to go up.

"I'll do it, Jennie, third in the list, a member of the European base." A blonde came in. Her golden striped armor wrapped the important places, and other places were exposed, showing the characteristics of Westerners. She was full of breasts and plump hips, extremely sexy and hot.

"Are you Jennie? It turned out to be such a young and beautiful woman. " Wan Sheng's words are still as cold as winter. Looking at this western creature is no different from looking at bones. During the fighting, he is completely immersed in the killing, without the slightest emotion. He only lives or dies.

Jennie gave a smile, blinked her big blue eyes, and said with a smile, "what are you doing so cold in huangquan? Aren't I beautiful or sexy? There has never been a man so uninterested in me

Wan Sheng immediately felt a kind of spiritual pressure. This woman has already begun to attack her soul. It turns out that she is a soul master. It's really not easy. If you change someone else, you will be in a bad situation.

"I'm sorry, I like Chinese people and I'm not interested in Western women." With a swing of his gun, Wan ran forward and turned into a light. Jennie put her hands on her chest and expanded her soul attack to the maximum. There was a roaring sound in her ears, which showed the power of spiritual attack.

However, all this seems to have no effect on Wan Sheng. The voice in her ear is not as good as the roar of hell gate. After the light flashed, Jennie lay on the ground and gasped. Her eyes were frightened and said: "how can it be? My soul attack has no effect on you

"I said, I don't like European and American women, next!" Wan Sheng is still standing in the middle of the arena, looking coldly at the entrance.

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"Wow, the master is so good. Not only is he good at shooting, but also he can resist temptation. That coquettish woman wants to seduce the master, hum! Don't look at what conditions you have! " Zhao Zhi clapped his hands with a proud smile and felt like he had won.

Zhao Ya also said with a smile: "of course, the host is powerful, and the person is handsome and cold. It must attract women. But the host is serious. It's like he's changed. It's really scary. I can't make him angry in the future. "

"Now that you know that you don't pay close attention to him, don't let him attract bees and butterflies all day, or you two will really become servant girls, especially the one who hasn't slept yet." Su Fang said half jokingly and half seriously that the future of this man is really elusive.

Zhao Zhi jumped up and said, "hum! Don't be complacent. When the game is over, I'll let the host sleep on me! " Finish saying to discover the people all around to look at her, immediately blush of low head. Both Su Fang and Zhao Ya smile. They are really shameless women.

"It's your turn! Old friend Wu Zhanming looks at the spring of victory in a row, gloating at Johnson. Johnson's face was livid and he glared at his old friend. "Why don't you go?"

Wu Zhanming spread his hands and said helplessly: "I'm afraid I'll be killed by seconds when I go up. Alec has realized that the perfect combat skills are all killed by seconds. I think even Alec can't win. Do you want to go up and die? What's more, he won what I bought! "

Johnson had no choice but to go up and walk into the arena.

Wan Sheng watched Johnson come in and knew that he was the strongest one. He said in his first voice, "is your soul attack fully understood?"

Johnson was stunned for a moment, nodded his head and said: "in this world, in addition to the ten magic weapons of abraka, I have realized the perfection of soul attack!"

"It turns out that abraka is also a soul master. In this way, senior Wu Zhanming is not your opponent at all. Why can he be equal with you?" Wan Sheng is puzzled and asks. He wants to try how much soul attack strength he can bear. He has a bottom in his heart.

Johnson has no good way: "don't mention that guy, his talent awakening is mental defense, otherwise I would have hit him on the ground."

"Ha ha, that's it. Let's start. Give me your full strength and let me see how far the perfect soul attack can reach." Wansheng said confidently.