Chapter 65; Killer's mace

Tianwu Mercenary Office, third floor, animal farm.

Old Feng is still dressed in a robe. Next to him stood President Qin Tian, as well as most of the elites supported by the mercenary office, including eleven other law enforcers and a master provided by the Fang family, gathered here.

glanced at the dense dozens of people standing in front of him, and the old man's eyes finally stopped on Ning's mother-in-law with a kind face and Ning Xiaoling, a well-behaved blue-haired girl standing beside her.

With a smile, the old man Feng strode over and said kindly, "Grandma Ning, this matter is a big deal. You are always the Optimus Prime of Tianwu City. You'd better stay in the meeting to preside over the overall situation."

Holding a nine-section stick, she smashed it heavily on the ground. Grandma Ning's eyebrows were horizontal and shouted with some dissatisfaction, "Xiao Fengzi, now her strength has risen, and she looks down on my old bones, right? OK, you can do it! Your adopted adopted son bullied my good granddaughter, and now he bullies my old lady. Is there any commonness in this world?

She smiled awkwardly and was pointed at her nose and scolded. If this was another person, she would immediately become a pool of thunder and dust, but the old man Feng in front of him knew the details. He said that she had stayed in Wucheng for more than 100 years. This qualification could not be provoked by the old man Feng.

At this time, Qin Tian came out to round up and smiled, "Feng Lao cares about your old health. Since Mother-in-law Ning is always strong, Brother Feng, I think we should act now."

nodded with a serious face. Seeing Grandma Ning turn her head coldly at her, the old man Feng smiled, shook his big sleeves, and suddenly disappeared from the same place.

Underground fighting arena

On the ring, Han Bai and Zhang Ziyang knelt down on one knee and gasped with one hand on the ground.

The protective net made of titanium alloy around it has now become a pile of scrap iron, hanging there, gently squeaking.

The two have been fought for more than 30 minutes, and both physical and mental damage are seriously depleted. At this time, Han Bai's upper body was full of holes in a suit of casual clothes, as if a rotten cloth was hanging on his body. In contrast, Zhang Ziyang, there was only a palm-sized black behind him.

"Use it, your killer, tornado!" Zhang Ziyang recovered his breath, and his handsome face showed fanaticality and roared loudly.

"Whatever you want!" Han Bai raised the corners of his mouth, and his words fell down. He punched the ground heavily. His body suddenly swept into mid-air and looked down. A cold light flashed in his eyes. He turned into a whirlwind. The air of the whole square was wrapped up again, forming waves, and finally circled into a small tornado, covering Zhang Ziyang.

In an extreme storm, a strong sense of suffocation permeates his heart. Zhang Ziyang's eyes were gray, and there was a faint thunder on the wall of the wind. This is the effect of Han Bai after he practiced to attract thunder!

"Okay, let's see how I break it!" Without any fear, the desire to fight is getting stronger and stronger. Since the first time he saw Han Bai use extreme storm to kill the lion, Zhang Ziyang has been deeply infatuated with him. It is a simple pursuit and worship of strength, which is also the reason why he tried his best to challenge Han Bai.

The corpse demon family is strong. If you are strong, you will live in the fight and die in battle!

Countless wind blades slowly decomposed in the wind wall, three, two, one, quickly killed Zhang Ziyang in the eye of the wind.

The corpse power, in the body of the corpse, comes from the power of the blood. This energy is independent of the unnatural power of spiritual power, true qi, and even all cognition. It belongs to the corpse demon.

The legs were slightly opened, and the corpse power spread all over the body. The wind blade came instantly and hit Zhang Ziyang's body. The sound of metal friction sounded harshly. Through the loudspeaker around the ring, it was deafening.

His face turned red because of lack of oxygen. Zhang Ziyang resisted the wind blades, and his skin was as hard as iron. He completely bounced it away and shouted crazily, "Han Bai, Han Bai, are you this strength? Force me, force me, I want you to use your strongest attack, I want the strongest attack!!!"

seemed to be provoked or a response to Zhang Ziyang's provocation. The tornado expanded, and the surrounding air waves gathered more fiercely. At this time, Xiaotian on the lifting platform had long known where she had gone. Everyone in the audience tightly grabbed the seat made of steel bars, and the titanium alloy protective net around the ring squeaked. The sound finally sucked into it, but in the blink of an eye, it grinded into ashes and dissipated in the air.

The wind cones twinkling with cold light on the wind wall, like milking, condensed and formed, and the silk electric light shined on it, learning to attract thunder. Han Bai's strongest killing move was an extreme storm, and its power increased by geometric multiples.

Lightning tips, low-level ancient martial artists practice the method. Although it is not in the flow, it is the basic skill created by the sage Alsace. Its biggest function is to absorb lightning power and use it for himself!

In the blink of an eye, it was like a star falling into the sky, and the ice cone roared down, like thunder and lightning. The momentum hit Zhang Ziyang's body. Blood holes bloomed on his skin one by one, and the wound could even clearly see the white bones inside.

Under everyone's unbelievable eyes, Zhang Ziyang roared and recovered quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Blood battle against the sky!"

The corpse power is all over the fists. The corpse demon family is only a hero who died in battle. A roar came from the soul inheritance. Zhang Ziyang used the strongest killing move. His fists quickly hit out through the air. The air waves containing unknown energy spread in a ripple shape, hit the wind wall, and abruptly tore a mouth. The whole tornado seemed to be crumbling, and the rotating wind subsided.

"Han Bai, I want you to become my defeated general. My corpse family is invincible and invincible. With blood power, the sea of blood sinks!"

The blood of his whole body boiled and burned at this moment, and the corpse power in Zhang Ziyang's body passed at a terrible speed. The space on the ring suddenly turned into a bottomless abyss, in which an ancient and magnificent altar was faintly visible. The blood-colored flame enveloped the whole tornado, like a big hand, which put it into the bloody area. The altar was pulled away.

Under the ring, Zhu Hou moved at this time and took out a gold handkerchief stained with oil from the sack behind his buttocks, with white, yellow oil stains and runny nose, which looked very disgusting.

Throw the handkerchief into the sky, turning it into a huge net, covering the whole ring, and the colorful glow falling, turning into a sharp arrow to protect the strange smell emitted from it.

In the tornado, Han Bai was killed and forced to form. He glanced at Zhang Ziyang with a crazy face below with cold eyes. His momentum rose, and his body flashed into a virtual shadow from the body, turning two into four into sixteen...

In an instant, dozens of Han Bai floated in the tornado, with one palm and strangely crossed the arcs. Since he wanted to use the water palm of Sima's hatred!

The water palm, heavy on a stack of words, counting the days of the week. Each stack, the physical load will increase exponentially. Sima Qingqiu's decades of research can reach 36 weeks. In addition to the ontology, Han Bai successfully superimposed nine times. Most of the phantoms were not even stacked once and disappeared after being shaken away. Finally, with a small number of successful superpositions, Han Bai slapped it. Since it reached the level of stacking for two days, it roared and hit Zhang Ziyang. Zhang Ziyang only felt that his whole body, regardless of his muscles, bones and skin, including his soul, had been severely hit.

The wind subsided, and the sea of blood dispersed. Han Bai fell to the ground from mid-air and couldn't struggle for a long time. With his strength, he could not use it at all, not to mention that he was tired.

Zhang Ziyang stood there upright, his face was ferocious, his eyes were cracked, and his legs trembled desperately. From his body, countless bones could be clearly heard.

"Brother, lie down. We have a long way to go. Why do we have to play at one time?" Han Bai lay on the ground, barely squeezed out a smile, and shouted weakly.

His body was shaking. Zhang Ziyang gritted his teeth and barely supported him from falling to the ground. He looked up and straightened his chest. He arrogantly jumped out of his mouth, "The corpse family only has warriors who died in battle, and there are no fallen coward!"

"True two!" Looking at Zhang Ziyang with a hard mouth, Han Bai curled his lips and turned his head away and didn't want to pay attention to him.

A sneer appeared at the corners of his mouth. Zhang Ziyang stretched out his left palm and chanted tremblingly, "The light has been submerged, and the darkness has invaded the earth. I, Zhang Ziyang, came as the master of the end of the world, and everything returned to the primitive, endless black hole!"