Chapter 463 War Maniac
Boom!
In nine days, the sound of thunder was loud, lightning flashed, and the drifting rain poured down. Several figures in the lightning and thunder were crisscrossed, and red blood mixed with raindrops falling on the earth.
The terrible energy wave is breaking out without interruption, sweeping the world. If you look carefully, you will find that the sky has been broken and healed many times.
Even the earth below has fallen more than ten meters, or to be precise, it is not fallen, but cut down, which has been abruptly cut down by this terrible wave of energy.
Centered on these belligerent people, no one dares to step in within a thousand miles. All the soldiers who stepped into this circle have died without any suspense.
" miso~~~"
When the sound of gold and iron resounded through the sky, a series of dazzling sparks splashed out, lighting up a dark sky. In a flash of light, you can see several cold and murderous faces.
The battle is asymmetrical, with four figures in the sky, but three of them besiege the other at the same time.
Looking at this person's clothes, it is not difficult to see that he actually belongs to the Holy Court.
Zeng Jin, he has a name - war maniac, a name that is admired, feared by countless people, and even gradually forgotten over time.
Many people think that war maniac is a nickname, but there are still a few people who know that this is actually not a nickname, but a name, a war maniac.
War madness is very arrogant, not to mention, the most shocking and incredible thing is that this person's persistence in fighting can no longer be described as fanaticism.
Maybe the war maniac doesn't kill much, but everyone who once fought with him hopes to be killed by him just because of his persistence.
Battle!
It seems that in the life of a war maniac, this is the only thing that has always been taken into his mind, and the rest doesn't matter at all.
For example, at the present!
Three against one, three besiege one, which seems to be a beautiful situation, but in fact, these three people have already complained in their hearts. If it hadn't been for the battlefield, they would have been the commanders.
Would you like to leave?
Thinking of the three people here looking at each other, they all saw the lingering bitterness in each other's eyes.
The man in front of him is simply a madman born for battle.
Originally, when the three learned that the other party's commander was a person with similar cultivation to them, they made a perfect plan to behead.
As long as the commander dies, the troops below will not attack and defeat themselves, and their losses will be minimized at that time.
Unfortunately, the idea is beautiful, but the reality is extremely cruel and cruel enough to make people collapse.
The three joined hands to quietly lurk the war maniac's side. They originally planned to kill the war maniac in one fell swoop with the momentum of thunder, and even for this reason, they had mobilized the whole army and waited for them to be able to attack.
Who would have thought that it was not until the moment they started that they found that they had miscalculated, wrong, ridiculously wrong.
Until now, several people can't forget the expression when the war maniac found them.
That's not a shock. There is no mistaken, but only a kind of naked desire and excitement.
That's a kind of expression when a lonely master meets an opponent of comparable strength, or encounters a fun toy.
At that time, several people knew that the situation was going to happen, but it was impossible to retreat when the event came, so the three of them could only take action.
As soon as he shot, he was shocked. Even if the war maniac blocked the attack of two of them, the third person's attack hit the war maniac.
"Puff~~~"
A mouthful of blood spewed out, and before the three were happy, they suddenly saw the war maniac's face full of excitement without any pain, as if it had beaten chicken blood.
What happened next seems to be logical.
It will take some time for the dormant lion to wake up completely. In other words, everything in front of it is just a simple warm-up.
That's all!
What will happen if a male lion full of fighting desire wakes up completely?
Just look at the three miserable people now.
At least the three of them are also the three ascetic monks of Buddhism who are famous in all worlds, and their footprints can be said to have traveled one tenth of the worlds.
Even if the three ascetic monks are so tenacious, they still have an impulse to spit blood and cry without tears at this moment.
"Keng~~~"
The demon pestle swept by heavily, and the void was completely smashed in an instant. The second ascetic broke out in an instant, and the thick demon pestle smashed down fiercely against the war maniac.
The terrible blow was powerful, but the ascetic knew that it was not enough to hurt the other party.
Sure enough, the next moment, a long gun dance in the maniac's hand was fascinated. The tip of the gun was still facing the boss. At this moment, it was like a dragon going to sea. The rotating gun body suddenly changed and was gently sent forward by the war maniac.
Warmania can guarantee that this is just a gentle gift of his three-point force.
However, the power of this gun is still far beyond the world's expectations.
"Ying~~~"
The gun body passed, and the void was broken, making a sound similar to that of a dragon. Zhan Kuang's eyes blinked, and then stretched out a finger - the index finger.
A seemingly weak finger seems to be slow but actually protrude faster than lightning, and the short distance of less than a foot can be accelerated three times.
At the beginning, the power of a simple finger is only 30% of its own strength. The first acceleration has reached 60%, and the second acceleration has exceeded its normal strength, reaching 200 percent.
After the third acceleration, the power of this finger has reached an incredible level, even if it is much stronger than the previous shot.
"Kka~~~"
Three accelerations do not mean the end. When this finger touches the pestle, it has already gone through four accelerations.
There is no accident, and it is even more unlikely.
The pole in the hands of the second ascetic monk has followed him for countless years, and the pestle that has stepped on countless worlds is as fragile as a ceramic under the finger of warmania.
The wind blows and scatters!
The dust turned into flying dust followed the wind and fell on the face and body of the second ascetic monk.
"Puff~~~"
Like an electric shock, the ascetic spewed out a mouthful of blood, and his out-of-control body fell out. The red blood drew a sad arc in the air. Although this blow did not hit him head-on, the aftershock had seriously injured him.
is different from other practitioners.
War maniac, as a combat maniac, the longer the battle, the stronger his strength will be.
This may be strange, but it is normal, because he has always sealed part of his strength.
For example, in the current battle, from the beginning to being able to defeat the three people head-on, there is no room left, and its combat power has more than doubled.
This is the situation where he does not untie the seal. On the contrary, as his combat power becomes stronger, he has to divide part of his mind to suppress his power and control his strength.
Why?
It's very simple. He is a combat maniac, just to enjoy the fun of fighting.
If these three ascetic monks know that the war maniac is in this moment, they may give up directly, or find a piece of tofu to kill them. This is too tossing.
Maybe, God heard their prayers and couldn't bear to watch it, so today he specially opened up to help them end this ordeal.
At the moment when the second ascetic monk was scattered, the moment they were distracted, the war maniac who had been entangled with them finally stopped.
Boom!
The powerful power frightened countless people like a sea. This power broke out so suddenly that the three ascetic monks had no time to react at all.
In this shock and confusion, the three ascetic monks happily turned into flying ashes, leaving no dregs, and completely dissipated between heaven and earth.
buzz!
In the light of the sky, the war maniac took a step forward, appeared beside the long gun, holding the trembling long gun in one hand, and staring at the sky with sharp eyes, with unprecedented fear in the depths of his pupils.
There are not many people who can make him afraid. Those who can make the war maniac in front of him afraid will not add up to more than one hand.
Because at this moment, he is already in a heyday. In the blow just now, he has untied the seal that has not been touched for many years.
The source of all this is just because of one person.
A man in white, smiling and standing with his hands behind his back, flying hair and fluttering clothes all show this person's arrogance and freeness.
"Who are you?" The three words of the frowned war maniac said very slowly. His breathing gradually stabilized while speaking, and his whole spirit reached its peak at the moment when the last word landed, ready to go.
The war maniac is sure that he has never seen this person, and that's why he is more afraid.
In those years, he challenged himself in order to hone his challenges around the ruins, especially the top saints in the ruins later, so he knew these people.
It can make him feel depressed at this moment. Obviously, he should belong to the kind of saint standing at the top of the pyramid, but he does not have this person in his impression.
So, there is only one possibility - the man in white in front of him comes from the lower world.
The meaning of this is thought-provoking. Don't forget the situation of the holy court, and the outside world are fighting with the holy court.
The three who died before were three ascetic monks and three earthly saints in the heavens and the world.
From the lower world!
This judgment alone is enough to make the war maniac at this time be afraid, not to mention that there is a point in the depths of the war maniac's heart that he does not want to admit - fear.
This is the second time he has felt feared. The first time he has given him this feeling is the existence that the saints in the ruins can only look up to - the Holy Emperor of War.
"You are very good!" Unexpectedly, the young man just nodded, said such a sentence casually, and then left.