Chapter 517 Deadman

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"Deputy Lord Ling, all the preparations have been completed, and only the enemy can come!" A strong man in black bowed to Ling Long.

Ling Long nodded and was about to speak when suddenly came a careless voice in his ear: "I said, boy, why don't you hit it directly? You have to wait for them to attack and be regarded as a shrinking turtle. I won't do it!"

When Ling Long heard this voice, he not only did not angry, but smiled helplessly: "Master, you have also gone. Those dead seem to be lifeless, and they can't feel pain at all when they are cut by knives. Our disciples will fight with them, which will cause a lot of damage, which is very detrimental to our Tiange!"

As soon as the words fell, Xiang Yang looked impatient and waved his hand: "It's up to you. There is a nice little doll in there. When you fight, I'll bring it back for you!"

"Thank you, Master, I have informed Brother Tian. I believe that it won't be long before Brother Tian will come here. We can only follow Brother Tian's attitude towards the Fujino family!"

Hearing the word Brother Tian, Xiang Yang's old face suddenly became happy, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Is it Zhao Tian's boy/"

Ling Long nodded.

"Haha, I'm finally back. Last time I wanted to do two tricks with him, but I didn't expect this guy to disappear for several months, which made me run to other empires. I must have a good fight this time!"

Hearing Xiang Yang's excited words, Ling Long suddenly felt a little big, and he couldn't help worrying about his brother Tian.

Zhao Tian, who was on his way, also suddenly sneezed, and a bad feeling came to his heart.

The sun slowly sets, and when the sun sets, the sky is burning with clouds and red, dyeing the whole earth red. Almost every family will return to their home at this time and start the evening dinner.

At the end of the West City, there are few residents here, most of whom are in ruins. Because the emperor needed to rebuild a few months ago, most of the urban area of the West City was destroyed. However, due to the war, the construction was stopped here, and all the troops and financial resources were invested in the battlefield.

However, at this time, there was a strong man standing full of black armor. He looked like about three or 400 people in black, led by the man in purple. His eyes showed a cold color, staring at the dilapidated streets, waved his hand, and suddenly bursting into it like ghosts.

Everything about this man was seen in his eyes, and then he snorted coldly and made a gesture. More than a hundred strong men in black clothes were full of spiritual power. They acted in dusk without making a sound. Everyone held a big iron bucket in their hands and suddenly leaped on it. On the roof next to the street.

When hundreds of people entered the street, they did not seem very noisy, but so calm that they could not even hear the sound of breathing.

Everyone stared closely at the strong man in black armor below, his breathing became thick and heavy, and the iron barrel in his hand was also tightly held for fear that he would fall down without paying attention.

"Sp!" A shout came from the depths of the street and reached everyone's ears.

At this time, the hundreds of buckets of unknown** fell from the sky like a downpour and fell directly on hundreds of strong men in black armor.

After splashing again, everyone saw the scalp tingling scene. The ** in this bucket is a high concentration of sulfuric acid, which is extremely corrosive. Even an inch of iron plate can't last for dozens of breath.

Those black armored strong men, stained with this sulfuric acid, did not make that sharp scream, as if nothing had happened. The armor outside the body instantly turned into molten water and fell to the ground, followed by the skin, little by little corrosion, and the whole air was filled with the corroded thorns. Nasal stench.

Some timid people even hid aside and vomited, and there were many people they killed, but in such a scene, they saw a person turn into pus without saying a word. This feeling, no matter how good the mental quality is, can't help but feel nausea.

When the man in purple saw this scene, his face also changed. Obviously, he did not expect such a trap. Although these dead men were not afraid of death and were not afraid of pain, they could not compete with the strong corrosion of sulfuric acid.

With a wave of the big sleeve, he retreated the dead men who went deep into it and were not contaminated with sulfuric acid. He looked at it with a gloomy face and immediately exploded: "The coward of Tiange dare not come out to fight to the death!"

However, what answered him was the quiet and strange street. There was no one, no sound, and the needle could be heard, which made people feel horrible.

"It seems that Tiange is nothing more than that, a group of greedy people who are afraid of death!" The man in purple cursed, but after scolding for a long time, no one paid attention to him, so he simply didn't scold him. He was thinking about other ways.

Suddenly, a very fast figure jumped out of it, and this figure reached the front of the man in purple almost instantly.

"Wow, you're so angry. How dare you say that we are turtles? Tell you that the one I hate most is the turtle. Today I'm going to beat you into a turtle!"

The man in purple looked happy. It would be good if someone came out, but the raised right arm was still about to fall, and he heard an extremely crisp sound of bone fracture.

"Damn turtle!" The person who came was Xiang Yang. The gray robe seemed to be a natural barrier, directly wrapped around the head of the man in purple, and then the whole body appeared over the man in purple like a teleportation.

The lightning-like action only felt dazzling in front of them, and there was an almost pig-killing scream and the crisp sound of bone fracture came to their ears.

Then he opened his eyes and saw the man in purple, whose thighs were coiled around his neck at an incomprehensible angle, and his arms were also deeply coiled on the inside of his thighs. He looked up to the sky and fell to the ground like a turned turtle.

"Haha, stinky turtle, let you scold!" Xiang Yang clapped his hands and stood up, with an indifferent face.

This method exclaims the people of Tiange. The strength of the man in purple is neither high nor low. In the realm of the eighth-level martial arts, the reason why he dares to bring people to attack the branch of the Tiange is relying on the hundreds of dead behind him who are not afraid of life and death.

But he ignored that Xiang Yang's strength was so strong that he had no power to counter his hand at all. Seeing his appearance, coupled with the fracture of the bones of his whole body, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and his breath also quickly shrank.

Boom....

Suddenly, hundreds of dead men, who had no feelings and were not afraid of death, attacked Xiang Yang, who was laughing one after another, bringing a gust of wind.

Xiang Yang laughed again, and his whole body turned into a light and shadow and disappeared into the air. Suddenly, countless fists and shadows were intertwined, like raindrops, falling among the dead and making a heavy muffled sound.

Each punch contains powerful power. All the dead who were hit are deeply sunken on their chests, and even the armor has cracks like spider webs.

Seeing this scene, Xiang Yang was not angry but happy, and the strength on his palm became stronger. Each punch hit a dead man, and then hit the person behind him heavily and fell down a large area.

Suddenly, in the whole wasteland, a light and shadow in gray clothes shook back and forth among countless people in black. Every time they shook, dozens of dead men fell to the ground, but then these dead men stood up again, as if nothing had happened, and continued to attack Xiang Yang without fearing life and death.

It was at this time that the mutiny appeared, and a long golden rainbow cut through the sky and floated. Finally, it fell into these people in black, and the whole body was like a wolf into the flock, causing an uproar.

The golden fist was mixed with a little green light, and the strong force directly bombarded a dead man who rushed up into pieces, and then his fists came out together, which was fatal.