Chapter 63; The Devil

Underground square, the night of the decisive battle!

Audience that can accommodate 100,000 people is full of people.

A neon light in the air sprinkled colorfully, reflecting the crazy faces. Everyone cheered and roared the hidden desire in their hearts. This is the characteristic of the underground square. Everyone is here without any burden.

"Fight you, try to stare at me..."

One fat and one thin, one yellow and one green, is Deng Hui's most firm "dog leg" red hair and green hair.

At this time, the two were wearing black suits, wearing big sunglasses, with their eyes in their mouths, swaying and pushing the crowd in front of them, and walking towards the first row of the audience.

Behind them, Deng Hui sat in a wheelchair with thick straps, lazily holding cigarettes.

Zhu Hou is even more exaggerated. He wears large sunglasses, has sand smoke in his mouth, wears a white sweatshirt, and sits on a chair with a big fan in his hand. Deng Hui's two strongest bodies, ** wearing their upper bodies, carrying them steadily one after the front and one, strode forward.

Then there are mature and beautiful moon scars in purple robes, sexy and charming Fang Wanqing, cute and innocent Qin Xiaoxiao. Each of the three women is a beautiful thing, but no one around them dares to flirt. First, because of the murderous spirit on the moon scars's body, and the second is the last fierceness, wiping the blood stains on the hands. The big iron. Previously, there was a deadly obscene man who dared to molest Fang Wanqing. This guy directly hammered him with a magic hammer on the spot...

pushed and shouted to the front row, and a group of young people looking around. When they saw the red-haired two, they immediately stood up respectfully and lined up in a row.

Without the previous arrogance, Hongmao and the two flatteredly placed Deng Hui in the best position. Zhu Hou sat in the chair and couldn't come down because of his height. Wipe the seat with sleeves several times, knowing that Fang Wanqing and Qin Xiaoxiao are their big women, and the red hairs are even more trying their best. And the two women gave up their seats for the moon scar at the same time. The three women took a long time to sit down. Seeing that the fat red hair was placed, they straightened their round stomachs and shouted to a row of younger brothers next to them, "Are you ready for me?"

"Ready!" A little brother roared angrily.

"Do it for me!" Green hair is unwilling to show weakness and roar.

A row of younger brothers immediately turned around, faced the ring, waved the prepared flag, with all kinds of congratulatory messages to cheer for Han Bai, and roared loudly.

On the lifting platform, the host Xiao Tiantian is still dressed up to the extreme, sitting in various ** movements, announcing the situation on the court.

A burst of current passed through the titanium alloy protection network on the ring, countless fireworks rushed to the sky, and two figures slowly appeared on the ring.

Han Bai is dressed in his signature black casual clothes. Today, he does not wear the silver mask, his beautiful face and cold expression make the girls under the stage crazy to pursue him.

Standing opposite him was a teenager covered in a black robe, with beautiful eyebrows, high mouth, and an indescribable domineering.

"My name is Zhang Ziyang!"

"Han Bai!"

"I said there would be a battle between us!" Zhang Ziyang's eyes showed a trace of excitement, licking his dry lips and said.

"What can you give me?" Han Bai went straight to the topic and asked.

With a smile, Zhang Ziyang said with deep meaning, "Your contract beast should be on the line now. It has been hit by the black water palm of the water demon Sima's love. Whether it is a god or demon, extinction vitality, only the immortal soul can save it."

"Do you have it?" Han Bai habitually pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose and asked, but it was obvious that he was empty.

"I know who has it!"

"Ty!" Han Bai asked with a little irritability, "That depends on your ability..." Zhang Ziyang said with a smile. As soon as his voice fell, he only met Han Bai's figure flashed, and his legs roared all over the sky.

seemed to walk leisurely. Zhang Ziyang stood behind his hands and moved slightly. Every time, he almost dodged Han Bai's attack, which was extremely surprising.

With a cold light in his eyes, Zhang Ziyang suddenly punched, like thunder, like a tsunami, magnificent, and finally touched Han Bai. If he was struck by lightning, Han Bai fell to the ground, and his body retreated three steps to stabilize his body.

I can't believe that both Deng Hui and others under the stage, as well as Han Bai himself, were deeply shocked by Zhang Ziyang, who stood still.

"If you only have this strength, you can get out of here!" Zhang Ziyang wrapped his arms around his chest and looked at Han Bai wildly. On his body, an invisible black flame burst out, exuding a horrible and devouring atmosphere.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and Han Bai pinched his hand bones. His heart was not humiliated at all, as if, faintly, the once buried ** was rejuvenated at this moment.

Fee the fighting spirit on Han Bai's body, Zhang Ziyang's black robe trembled slightly. It was not fear, but excitement.

"I'm starting to appreciate you, Han Bai."

"Each other!" Han Bai smiled evilly.

"Instant kill!"

"Hundreds of ghosts travel at night!"

Han Bai's body turned into a flowing firefly, and at this time, countless black light shot from Zhang Ziyang's body, ghosts cried and howled, and the phantom was horizontal. The whole ring seemed to become hell, full of all the negative emotions of human beings.

Negative emotions gradually turned into a ferocious ghost, making a fierce cry and hitting the protective net made of titanium alloy aimlessly. Suddenly, Zhang Ziyang's eyes, who were still in place, suddenly looked at the corner of the ring. His legs kicked heavily on the ground, pulled out with one leg in the air, roaring, and countless evil spirits wrapped around it. In the middle, he opened his mouth and showed his cold fangs.

bang...

Han Bai's figure suddenly appeared in the corner, and a whip leg flew out. For Zhang Ziyang's domineering blow, he could only respond with a more fierce strike.

When the legs crossed, a gloomy smile suddenly appeared at the corners of Han Bai's mouth, and the biggest feature of the "instant killing" middle-level combat skill is that it integrates the strength of his whole body a little in the shortest time and bursts out.

Countless air waves burst out from where the two met, squeaking on the protective net made of titanium alloy, and the evil spirits suspended in mid-air were also affected and howled in pain.

When their figures were exposed to the audience again, Han Bai and Zhang Ziyang were wrestling. At the same time, they gritted their teeth and pressed down with one leg, hoping to kill each other.

The leg that supported the body trembled slightly, and their heels were deep in the ground at the same time.

"Hundred Ghost Kill!"

With Zhang Ziyang's roar, the evil spirits hovering in mid-air were instructed, roared repeatedly, and rushed away to Hanbai.

"Xiaobai~"

Under the ring, Fang Wanqing and Qin Xiaoxiao saw that Han Bai was in trouble. At the same time, they got up and were about to rush over, but Yuehen stretched out one of their hands and pressed them down on the seat.

"Xiaobai is now an ancient martial artist in the refined period, attracting thunder all over his body. After the baptism of Tianlei, now he is faintly powerful with heavenly thunder and inviolable. This area is not a devil."

Sure enough, as Yuehen said, the evil spirit bit Han Bai like a moth to the fire, causing thunder to penetrate the body. The evil spirit did not even have time to howling, and was shaken away by the strongest thunder.

Zhang Ziyang looked at Han Bai incredulously and said for a long time, "I didn't expect you to be an ancient martial artist!"

"I'm afraid you're not human either!" Han Bai said thoughtfully. He can't feel the energy in Zhang Ziyang's body, and there is no power fluctuation around him. Judging from the perspective of wrestling, his whole body's muscles and bones have been boiled into one. Even Han Bai himself can only reach this state by integrating with the cockroach Xiaoming. What does this mean...

As soon as the energy was collected, Zhang Ziyang withdrew and retreated. Han Bai lost his target and devoured his strength. He took a deep breath, hugged his palms, turned into a semi-arc shape, and used the water palm to wave away the messy breath in his body.

"Yes, I have half of the corpse blood in my body!"

After the loudspeaker on the ring, the sound was expanded, and the audience was full of uproar, including Zhu Hou, who had always been there. His eyes suddenly opened and looked at Zhang Ziyang, who looked coldly on the ring.