Chapter 64; Zhang Ziyang
The corpse demon, above the evil star, the strongest warrior among the strange beasts!
Unparalleled power, frightening speed, extreme recovery speed, corpse, any part of the whole body is an attack weapon, which is a killer among foreign beasts!
However, the Creator is fair, giving the corpse demons the unique ability to get it, but limits their reproduction speed. Above the evil star, the total number of corpse demons is no more than 300.
The era of great extinction!
This is the darkest period of all foreign beast groups. During this period, thousands of races above the evil star have been purged, and the corpse family, cruelly pushed to the victim position in this self-killing of their own kind.
Since then, the strong human beings have jointly created the Gangfeng layer, blocking the way for high-level foreign beasts to come to the earth, and the corpse demon family has completely disappeared in the long river of history.
But its horror, even after 300 years, still shocks all foreign beasts and human beings. They deserve to be the strongest warriors in the life world!
Underground fighting arena
On the ring, Zhang Ziyang pulled off his robe with one hand, revealing strong muscles, **'s upper body, yellow-brown body spots, strange circulation, corpse demon family, human beings, Zhang Ziyang is a heterogeneous human race between the two most advanced creatures!
Stretching out his arm and looking at the corpse spots circulating above, Zhang Ziyang wickedly stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips. He raised his head and eyes and glanced at the bloodthirsty at more than 100,000 people in the audience. Suddenly, his body burst into a murderous atmosphere, which made 100,000 people tremble with one fell swoop. The corpse demon dissipated from history, and was also a powerful existence. All kinds of taboos, no matter people, beasts, alien human beings, mutants, see corpses, kill without mercy!
"I, Zhang Ziyang, am willing to fight alone in the world and re-enlift my corpse demon family, which is invincible and brilliant!"
Holding his fists tightly, Zhang Ziyang looked up to the sky and roared. Hundreds of thousands of strange beasts, together with hundreds of human strongmen, slaughtered 300 people from his corpse and demon family. As the only blood inheritor, he carried not only the blood and tears of 300 people, but also a kind of hatred that could not be washed away by the three rivers and lakes. Hate.
"The corpse... Demon, corpse demon, run away, foreign beast..."
I don't know who shouted. The whole audience began to boil, and everyone ran to the exit. For a moment, the scene was extremely chaotic. No matter how much Tiantian shouted on the elevator, she could not stop the spread of fear.
Standing there silently, Han Bai habitually pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose, but felt empty. He casually pinned his hand behind him and looked at Zhang Ziyang, who was laughing hysterically not far away. He felt extremely familiar.
I remember that when he awakened his talent, and the speed of sound was similar. When he came to the hospital, all the doctors looked at him with a suspicious look. At that time, although Han Bai was young, he was old and sophisticated. He could see that that kind of eyes were only revealed by human beings when they saw strange beasts, or alien humans...
Han Bai also once knew about the mysterious and powerful race of the corpse demon. He always doubted whether he had the blood of the corpse demon until the cockroach Xiaoming taught him the thunder secret. The reason why Han Bai was so excited and excited at the beginning was that the first was naturally to become stronger, and second, the corpse demon could not gather any powers, and "qi "This energy, they rely on pure physical power!
After Zhang Ziyang went crazy, he stood coldly at the human beings who glanced at the audience and ran away desperately. He knew that this might be the last night he stayed in Tianwu City, but it didn't matter. His purpose was to compete with Han Bai.
At this time, Han Bai moved!
The legs were slightly opened, and one palm strangely protruded out, out of the palm into claws, and pulled back, like a whale swallowing everything. The airflow of the whole underground square surged, swaying around with Han Bai's palms in a visible way with the naked eye. A strong sense of suffocation permeated all the people in the underground square, which made them even more frightened.
With a strange rhythm, he controlled the airflow rolling in the underground square. Han Bai's hand was Sima's most proud self-created combat skill "water palm". It is said that he sighed that he had no chance to peep at the mysteries of ancient martial arts in his life. Using his own knowledge and talent, he worked hard for ten years to create a battle skill. Water is impermanent and shape. Things don't turn!
The water palm is heavy on a "stack" word, which accumulates attack and strength in one body, and hits it out, producing great power.
Sima's hatred has been immersed in this path for decades. With one palm, twelve times a week can be folded for 36 weeks. Naturally, it is impossible for Han Bai to reach this level. However, with his proud qualifications and more than a month of diligent practice, he can reach nine times with one palm.
Stacked nine times in a row, Han Bai stretched out his palm and pushed it over his head. A magnificent air wave flashed out of thin air, breaking the protective net made of titanium alloy, and finally broke the ceiling of the one-meter-thick steel plate of the underground square, revealing the stars outside.
His eyes glanced around, and his luck was in his chest. Han Bai roared, "Who dares to destroy the decisive battle? Who dares to have a try!"
"Who dares to try..."
"Who dares to try..."
There seemed to be an echo. Han Bai's roar stirred in the square and filled everyone's ears. Both men, women and children looked at the beautiful Han Bai in the ring. Who was the kind-hearted person who could stand there.
Zhang Ziyang looked at the roaring Han Bai inadvertently with a smile on the corners of his mouth.
When he was in the limelight, Zhu Hou, an old naughty boy, was furious. Sitting in the chair, he first kicked the back of the head of the big man on the head, and the latter quickly lifted him up. He took out the previous golden bowl from the broken sack behind his buttocks and threw it into the sky. In an flash, the golden light flashed and enveloped the whole underground square, forming a wall of light. The fleeing crowd miraculously found that no matter how they hit the light wall, they could not break it.
Then under the extremely ashamed eyes of the three women of Yuehen, Zhu Hou jumped up, held a loudspeaker in his hand, and roared, "All the little rabbits listen to me. I'm called Zhu Hou, and the person gave me the nickname of Zhu Hou, and the girl is also called Qin~, so you can also call me Zhu Houqin! Now you honestly stay in my seat. I can promise the majority of girls that with your brother Zhu Hou here, God will be with you!"
Maybe Zhu Hou's speech played a role, or the murderous spirit contained in Han Bai and Zhang Ziyang's eyes in the ring, or the persuasion of the organizer of the competition, the surrounding audience finally calmed down and returned to their seats one after another.
On the lifting platform, Xiao Tiantian took out a paper towel from her pocket and wiped the sweat on her forehead. Her sweet cheeks were still full of previous shocks. She patted her ups and downs on her chest, held back her inner panic, squeezed out a trace of laughter, and shouted loudly, "Okay, now we have us. Mr. Zhu of Tianwu City Mercenary Office is in charge. I believe that everyone should not be so afraid. Let's continue to immerse ourselves in this fierce competition.
A few scattered applause in the audience, Xiaotian's face was a little pale, but she continued to host. In the ring, Zhang Ziyang looked at the expressionless Han Bai with great interest and said, "You didn't let me see it wrong!"
"You seem to have known me a long time ago?" Han Bai asked doubtfully.
"Yes, do you remember the lion?"
After meditating for a while, Han Bai said uncertainly, "The alien who ambushed me in the amusement park before?"
"Yes, I assassinated you that night, but when I see your strength, I want to have a good duel with you!" Zhang Ziyang said excitedly, as if he could burn his whole body's blood when it comes to battle.
"Whatever you want!" Han Bai's momentum suddenly broke out and responded with a faint smile. He felt that he and Zhang Ziyang might become friends, because they have a common characteristic. They like fighting and like the feeling of the edge of life and death. This is the survival law of this era. The weak, fight, please leave!
Under the ring, Yuehen looked at Zhu Hou with some worry. She had heard the legend of the corpse demon since she was a child. Although Zhang Ziyang only had half of the corpse demon bloodline in his body, the bloodline of the strongest warrior of the evil star must have unexpected abilities.
"Don't worry, Xiao Hanzi himself is gifted, and now he has been promoted to the strength of the ancient martial artist's refinement period, attracting thunder and integrating the spirit of thunder to the strong, which is invincible, and there is Sima Boy's water palm beside him. Even if you do your best, you can't beat him, not to mention being a half-hearted human being." Zhu Hou bit the sand smoke and said vaguely, and then patted the broken sack behind his buttocks. Yuehen was relieved, but his spirit has always been tight. As long as Han Bai is a little unexpected, she will use a thunderbolt as soon as possible. She will never allow her children to be hurt under her eyelids, even if, Even if it's her life!