Chapter 1013 (2/2)

A dark blue figure, slowly floating up, like molecules through the membrane, without hindrance.

Escape?

Chen Mo's appearance makes the life ready for Carnival look like a duck strangled by his throat.

……

”One more time, then.”

Tong Qing didn't expect to come up in such a short time, but his face was pale. As he raised his hand, the magma in the crack erupted again. All the metal particles around him gathered on Chen Mo, trying to wrap it up.

Come back?

Chen Mo is not going to be driven underground again.

Just now, he not only experienced the ability to shuttle between atomic gaps, but also another ability, which can be tried.

The ability of the ant man.

The collision and contraction of atoms,

the next moment, Chen Mo's body quickly lifted up. After a while, his body had become 20 meters high and was still growing up, just like a giant rising from the ground. The spectators stood in the same place, mouth wide, eyes almost staring out, terrified.

Two hundred meters high, standing on the battlefield.

Chen Mo feels that it is not the limit. There is a higher limit, but it is enough now.

At this moment, they feel what fear is.

Tong Qing looks up at the giant in front of her, feeling complicated.He is known as the first person, the strongest in the universe, from small to large, as long as he challenges, he has never failed. He has the best genes and talents, and also has the best resources, but he didn't expect to be compared by a suddenly rising human like here.

After this battle, Chen Mo's name in the universe will be spread regardless of winning or losing.

This is his greatest enemy, a foe several times more terrifying than Dan.

The magma and metal flow in the air.

Ten streams of fluid, fiery red or black and cold, are in sharp contrast. Under the gray sky, this battlefield becomes the center of the universe.

Fluid speed is very fast, pupil green bow body, exhausted. His expression is solemn, his black eyes are deep, like the gaze from the abyss. Ten fluids, meeting in front of him.

The metal melts into the sword bone, which is carried by the magma to make the sword blade. From the top to the bottom, the 200 meter high sword, which penetrates the sky and the earth, forms in front of Tong Qing body in the blink of an eye. The magma of the sword body is still in the process of extinction.

Poof!

The magma dropped from the sword stirred up dust and smoke on the ground, and a strange stream of sulfur gas occupied the battlefield.

The terrible sword makes people shiver. Around the sword, the temperature of the magma evaporates and the water vapor ripples seem to distort the space. Tong Qing's face, rarely show tired color, and then flash a trace of determination.

All of a sudden, the huge sword in the air rises and cuts Chen Mo's huge body with the momentum of destroying and decaying. With the whistling sound, the giant sword with lava fireworks left fan-shaped smoke traces in the air.

Chen Mo's huge body, palm high, toward the mid air Tong Qing shot. The whistling sound aroused by the palm wind is also harsh and unstoppable.

One hand and one sword.

Whew!

Bang!

The two muffled rings sounded almost at the same time, and they were all frightened.

All the smoke in front of them. The faces of the spectators were still frightened. The ancient forest of stars and steles and the central area of the battlefield were completely destroyed, leaving only one ground dust. The long sword is inserted on the ground, and the magma of the sword body continuously flows downward.

Chen Mo left a long cut mark on his body. His left arm was broken, and he was cut open from his ribs to his abdomen by the magma sword. The wound was terrible. Chen Mo's body is getting smaller and smaller. Standing on the ruins, he looks up at the huge sword in front of him.

He fell, his broken arm was picked up and pressed on his left hand. The two slowly merged and recovered. The wound on his abdomen recovered as before after the faint blue light flashed.

And Tong Qing, also from a few kilometers away from the hole, dim eyes, tired face, incomparably embarrassed.

Who loses and who wins?

A question emerges from all life on the field.

Click.

A broken voice sounded