2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Yan Muyun's changes were relatively minor. Only his upper body clothes were almost completely burned. The whole person looked burlier for several times, and his arms turned pitch black up to his shoulders, which were covered with red cracks, and there were flames rising from time to time.

If the demon melting was divided into 10 levels, Yan Muyun was only at level 3 at this time.

The more completely the demon is melted, the stronger his body and flame amplification ability will be, but the impact on the surrounding environment will be greater.

"Take off your turtle shell and prove yourself...whether you can kill me..."

"as you wish."

Yan Muyun raised his arms, and the thick black rock formation gradually emerged, and finally two stone blades formed at the end of his arms.

"Interesting." At this moment, only Jun Qianmian's face was still exposed outside his bones. His scarlet tongue licked the corner of his mouth, and bone blades almost identical to the opponent's appeared on his arms.

The two of them rushed towards each other at the same time, bone blades and stone blades intertwined, and dazzling fire broke out.

"Bang!|"

Yan Muyun flew backwards, his body crashed directly through the wall, and fell into the corridor outside.

"Ah? Are you so mean?" Wei Min, who was almost affected, hid aside and was dumbfounded.

"What do you know? I did it on purpose. I just wanted him to come out and fight." Yan Muyun got up from the ground.

However, after waiting for a long time, Dawson's white figure did not appear behind the door.

"Damn it..." Yan Muyun understood that Jun Qianmian was waiting for him to go back.

Obviously, this was intentional by the other party, deliberately making it difficult for him to perform.

Good guys are destined to be bound by rules and regulations, while bad guys can do whatever it takes.

"I'm a little angry."

Dark red bulges began to appear on Yan Muyun's forehead. His originally dark eyes disappeared, leaving only two burning golden flames in his eye sockets. His skin completely turned red, and the flames lingering around him instantly expanded several times. times.

The strength the opponent showed just now is at least the level of an A-level genetic warrior. He must be more serious about it.

There was also a big problem with Jun Qianmian's bones. If normal bones had been exposed to two thousand-degree flames, they would have turned to ashes, and at least half of them would have been destroyed. However, the test he just made could only leave a few burnt black marks on the surface of his body.

Yan Muyun pushed the door open...no, to be precise, it burned the door to ashes.

Jun Qianmian stood motionless between the two surgeries, stretched out a hand towards him and hooked his index finger.

The bump on Yan Muyun's forehead disappeared, and his eyes returned to their original appearance.

There is no way, otherwise if he passes like this, at least half of the medical staff will be killed or injured.

"Tick tock...tick tock...wow..."

However, the black knight's movements suddenly accelerated several times. He lowered his body and ducked behind the white monster. He grabbed its shoulders with both hands and kicked the crook of its leg hard.

The black knight turned into a bloody monster and swallowed the white monster into his body.

There was a sound of bones breaking, and the white monster almost fell to its knees. Just as it was about to roll forward to avoid it, a pair of dark arms wrapped around its neck from behind.

"You can't do that, noble one."

The white monster took a step forward, its bones moving as if it could breathe. The face of the human youth looked particularly terrifying and weird on this body.

Jun Qianmian re-examined the young man in his hands, and the smile on his face suddenly became a little appreciative: "So you are also a monster."

"What did you think of? Huh?"

The body of the white monster turned into an afterimage and came to him almost teleportingly. Without any mercy, the bone blade in its hand spread out and almost cut him in two.

All he could do was cover himself with dark rock formations to reduce the risk of injury.

The patter of rain rang out, as it covered the body with flowing blood. From the shoulders to the soles of the feet, the warm and slightly fishy plasma slowly flowed down until it dripped on the floor, forming a small pool of blood. .

Yan Muyun took two steps back and looked down at his body. There were countless potholes on the dark rock formations, and some of the deeper ones even had blood gushing out.

The bone blade in the white monster's hand drew a white afterimage in the air and struck at the opponent's shoulder.

"Kill you, you scoundrel."

Turning your back to the target and throwing an uppercut, the last person who could do this weird action was the puppet master's puppet.

The moment he hugged Jun Qianmian, numerous bone spurs protruded from the latter's back. Although he resisted for a few seconds and almost decapitated the opponent's head, he was still repelled by an uppercut that had no regard for the human body's physiological structure.

Jun Qianmian slowly turned around. At this moment, a deep blood groove was cut on his neck, but no blood flowed out.

He looked down and saw the half of the body that had just been kicked off the operating table standing up.

Yan Muyun never thought of subduing the opponent with a naked choke, because the lock technique was for humans, not monsters.

The knight in black armor rushed forward and rushed towards the white monster standing on the high platform.

He stretched out his hand to support his head and aligned the broken part of his neck, and the traces were quickly eliminated.

Jun Qianmian felt that something was wrong. This was not the first time that he had split a person into two. In the past, when those people were cut open in the middle, their internal organs and blood should fall to the ground like a waterfall.

But the hardness of the outer bones of Jun Qianmian's body was still a bit beyond his imagination.

He just wanted to find a suitable point to exert force and try to see if he could directly pry off the opponent's head. To this end, he even turned the raised rock formations on the inside of his arms into jagged shapes, hoping to directly break through the defense of the white bones.

The scarlet round head, without a single hair on it, exuded a lustrous luster under the light.

However, Yan Muyun seemed to feel no pain, and the expression on his face did not change at all.

"I should have thought... only monsters can kill monsters..."

Jun Qianmian grabbed Yan Muyun's head and lifted him up, then kicked his lower body under the operating table. The smile on his face became more distorted: "Don't think about it, you seem to be dying."

This scarlet "cloth" wrapped its body tightly, making it impossible to tell whether it was a normal human limb or a monster's tentacle.

One step, two steps, walked up the steps, walked under Yan Muyun, gently stood on tiptoes, and joined the upper body together.

The outline of its facial features is so pale that it is almost impossible to distinguish it. There are only two black lines at the eyes, no nose, no ears. Where the mouth should be, there is only a black line that extends almost to the back of the head.

"Bang!" A powerful and heavy uppercut hit Yan Muyun in the side. The force was so strong that his breath was stagnant, his arms slackened, and he staggered back a few steps.

Naked hanging is a skill that is enough for a ten-year-old child to strangle an adult. Unless there is a ridiculously large power gap between the two sides, it is almost impossible to break free.

"What should I do? It seems that you can't kill me...and you are about to be killed by me..."

"I should have thought of it..." Yan Muyun sighed, and the flames and rock formations on his body gradually disappeared, revealing the body underneath that was scarred and full of blood holes.