At the same time that Meng Fan rushed forward, Ding Meng also jumped up. This time, he did not use his hand blade technique. Instead, he used his leg to kick. This was his usual strategy — to fight head-on!
"Bang!"
The two of them exchanged blows, but this time, it was Meng Fan who was at a disadvantage. He was sent flying by Ding Meng's kick.
Halfway through his flight, Ding Meng's figure suddenly appeared on his right flank. His hand blade fell like lightning.
"Crack!" The hand blade struck Meng Fan's cheek. His upper jaw and lower jaw were immediately dislocated. He rolled far away on the bridge like a dead dog.
Ding Meng did not chase after him. He looked at his opponent with a strange expression.
Meng Fan was actually fine after suffering such a heavy blow. He slowly stood up and used his hands to pinch his upper and lower jaw. With a "crack" sound, his jaw returned to normal. He shook his head again to make sure that he was fine.
"Kid, you're not bad. You've successfully angered me!" Meng Fan sneered.
He raised his hand and suddenly made a hugging gesture. A strong light appeared on the bridge, and a pair of golden steel claws appeared out of thin air. The claws were at least 30 meters long, and they were shining with white stars. The claws were in a left and right position, and the claws were about to clamp down.
Ding Meng could be considered to have seen many consummate techniques that allowed one to release Origin Energy. However, among the experts he had seen, Meng Fan was definitely the first to be able to release Origin Energy to such an extent.
Judging from the aura of the pair of Source Energy claws, Ding Meng Fan could tell that they were at least a hundred thousand degrees Celsius. This was enough to show that Meng Fan's mastery of heat was very high. Secondly, the shining white stars on the claws faintly emitted the aura of the "Wall of Holy Splendor". This showed that the claws definitely had a Body Hardening Technique. Furthermore, the direction of the attack seemed to be grabbing but not grabbing, clamping but not clamping. It was very difficult to determine the origin of the attack.
Ding Meng tiptoed and retreated lightly. This was the most stable method.
Meng Fan miraculously appeared behind Ding Meng. Ding Meng didn't even have to turn around to feel an oppressive chill coming from behind.
As Ding Meng retreated, he suddenly fell forward and slid over Meng Fan's crotch. This way of dodging was unexpected, but even so, when Ding Meng stood up, his telekinesis vision found that his back was badly mutilated. There were actually two rows of slanted claw marks on his back. There were a total of six bloody marks, which were clearly caused by a sharp weapon.
Raising his head again, he saw a pair of steel claws on the back of Meng Fan's hand. It turned out that the real weapon was hidden in his sleeves.
Ding Meng was also surprised. His body had been tempered thousands of times. He did not expect that his opponent's weapon could hurt him. This time, he could not afford to be careless.
Ding Meng stretched out his right hand and opened his palm. The Catoptric Deflection on his waist made a series of "kacha kacha" sounds before transforming into a diamond-shaped greatsword in his hand.
Meng Fan laughed again. "This is getting more and more interesting. It's been a long time since I've met such a satisfying opponent."
After saying that, he once again flashed towards Ding Meng. At their level of speed, almost all of them had pseudo-light speed. They were so fast that it was impossible for the eyes to keep up with them. Of course, it was different in their own vision.
In Meng Fan's eyes, Ding Meng did not even move. He just stood there quietly with the greatsword in his hand. He could not help but secretly rejoice. He had already activated his Origin Energy and used his Diamond System Confinement Martial Technique. As long as they were within twenty meters of each other, he would be able to form a force field and completely nail Ding Meng to death. If Ding Meng did not dodge, he would undoubtedly die.
One hundred meters, eighty meters, sixty meters, forty meters, twenty meters … The golden polygonal force field had already formed. Ding Meng looked as if he had been frozen in a layer of ice.
Meng Fan was ecstatic. He raised his claw and stretched it out.
It was still the same principle. In a fight between these two, whoever moved first would be at a great disadvantage. This was because they were both using the opposite strategy.
Just as he raised his steel claw, Meng Fan suddenly discovered that Ding Meng's aura had surged like a flood. His entire body seemed to have been ignited by white flames. It was obvious that he had been waiting for Meng Fan to get close enough to launch a sudden attack.
Not good!
Meng Fan subconsciously crossed his claws in front of his chest to protect himself!
On the bridge, originally, Meng Fan was diving down while Ding Meng was standing still. However, in the next second, the scene changed to Meng Fan standing still while Ding Meng was rushing through his body.
In that instant, a dark blue sword gleam seemed to have lit up the entire void. However, it only flashed for a short moment before it disappeared. Ding Meng held his sword with both hands and remained motionless in a horizontal slash.
Three seconds later, half of Meng Fan's body fell to the ground while the other half was still standing. This was because he had been cut in half by Ding Meng's sword. The speed, accuracy, and viciousness of this slash were indescribable. Meng Fan's so-called force field, techniques, and realm were all useless in the face of absolute strength.
However, the corpse did not bleed. Instead, a large amount of black smoke spewed out of the wound. The black smoke gathered in the air and spread out for a while. After a long time, Meng Fan returned to normal. He laughed loudly and walked out of the black smoke. "Hahahahaha, you didn't expect me to come back to life, did you?"
Ding Meng was not surprised by this at all. He had already sensed that Meng Fan's aura was abnormal when the other party teleported onto the bridge.
"You're one of the Demons!" Ding Meng appeared very calm.
Meng Fan was a little surprised. "Wow, you really know a lot."
Ding Meng stared at his black windbreaker. "This is a Demons' cloak. Otherwise, you would have died just now."
Meng Fan laughed crazily again. "Hahahahaha, do you know fear now?
I've already said that you won't live for long. I admit that your strength is outstanding, but in front of absolute strength, you will never be able to kill me … … "
Ding Meng's face was calm and he did not speak. His Qilin Arm slowly lit up. The Divine Light Bracer on his hand was activated with a "xiu" sound. A bright white pupil slowly formed. With a "shua" sound, it turned into a light thorn. This was the Divine Light Dagger.
Meng Fan's laughter suddenly stopped. His gaze became frightened. At this moment, he could not help but cry out in alarm. "Martial artist Mou Xing?"
Ding Meng said indifferently, "It's good that you know!"
Meng Fan cried out again, "You're actually a War God-level Martial Artist Mou Xing!"
In his perception and vision, Ding Meng's entire body had been lit up by five-colored Origin Energy flames. The pressure from his aura caused his breathing to become sluggish. This was a sign that his Origin Energy Index had broken through the 10 billion mark.
10 billion, 10 billion! He never thought that someone would actually break through this barrier!
Of course, this was also his misconception. Ding Meng's first three origin points were operating at the limit of their diamond form. His Origin Energy Index had broken through to 10.58 billion points. From the perspective of the index, he was indeed at the War God-level. However, from the perspective of the Martial Technique Secret Tome, he was actually at the same level as a War Sage. If there was a difference, it would be that this Origin Energy Index was a terrifying existence.
Meng Fan gritted his teeth. He flipped his hand over his cloak, and the Demons' cloak spun towards his opponent like a steel plate. Then, with a "peng" sound, his entire body split apart, turning into a black dragon that followed closely behind.
He was quite smart. He knew that the War God-level Martial Artist Mou Xing was not an ordinary person. In addition, his opponent's strength was tyrannical. How could ordinary Martial Techniques deal with him?
As such, he immediately used his ultimate move — the Demons' cloak and the Black Dragon Wave. It didn't matter if his opponent was a War God-level Martial Artist Mou Xing. There was only one result: die!
Ding Meng had suffered greatly at the hands of this Demons' cloak back when he had been at the Towering Sky Peak. However, he had now leaped by leaps and bounds. How could he fall in the same place twice?
Ding Meng struck out with his palm, and a giant screen of light immediately appeared in the middle of the bridge. Of course, this was not a screen of light created by the photon computer. Instead, it was a screen of holy light created by the 《Wings of Light》. It was like a waterfall that flowed three thousand feet down, pouring down countless streams of pure white light.
When the Demons' cloak collided with the screen, it was like mud falling into a large lake, instantly disappearing into nothingness.
When the roaring Demon Dragon swam over, the Divine Light Boots on Ding Meng's feet were also activated. The Divine Light Dagger was infused with energy by the Divine Light Boots and instantly turned into a gigantic holy sword. The size of the sword was almost the same as the bridge.
Holy light radiated in all directions, and the entire void was as bright as day.
The tip of the holy sword struck the Demon Dragon's head. In the face of such a terrifying power, the Demon Dragon could not move even an inch. Its majestic roar immediately turned into an incomparably mournful wail. The Demon Dragon's body was gradually purified by the energy of the Divine Light.
With a "plop", Meng Fan's real body fell onto the bridge.
However, the holy screen created by the 《Wings of Light》 did not disappear. Ding Meng and his sword turned into a stream of light that looked like the Milky Way and passed through the holy screen. Meng Fan once again let out an extremely horrified scream.
A moment later, the bridge returned to silence.
In a short moment, all the Divine Light forms and the energy of the Demons disappeared one after another. Meng Fan lay powerlessly on the ground. Ding Meng's feet were already standing in front of him.
Meng Fan raised his head in horror. "You … What did you do to me?"
Ding Meng said indifferently, "You are a human, but you are willing to be the Demons' lackey. I have already purified the energy of the Demons in your body."
Meng Fan sneered disdainfully. "Are you stronger than me?
You are also a human, and you are also a lackey of the Gods. "
Ding Meng did not want to argue with him. "How did you black handprints know about this place?"
Meng Fan smiled. "You want to know?
Kneel down and beg me! "
As soon as he finished speaking, he wailed like a pig being slaughtered. A ruthless person like Ding Meng would not waste time talking nonsense with him. He directly cut off Meng Fan's left arm with his sword.
After Meng Fan's energy of the Demons was purified by the Divine Light, his aura had dropped to the level of a warlord. A warlord might still be a big deal in the eyes of others, but in front of Ding Meng, he was not even qualified to pose a threat.
Meng Fan laughed miserably. "How sad. You don't even understand the whole situation. This is the first time I've been threatened by someone like you. Ah — — —"
He suddenly howled in pain again. Ding Meng directly cut off his right leg. Let's see how long you can last.
Meng Fan finally showed an extremely angry expression. He could already tell that this kid was not a kind person. He would kill and slaughter as he pleased. There was no room for negotiation at all.
With a crack, Meng Fan suddenly gritted his teeth. "Hehehe, take your time to think about it. I'm on my way!"