Zhang Lang's sudden attack caught the two of them off guard!
The yellow man hid in a hurry. The white man hurriedly pulled out sickle-shaped claws from his wrists and crossed them in front of him!
But Zhang Lang didn't care at all, he raised his fist and smashed it down!
There was just a click, and Zhang Lang's forearm directly broke the white man's two bone blades!
With more than 30 points of fire attribute, coupled with the strengthening of iron bones, the strength of his bones may have exceeded that of real steel. With the blessing of Dragon Heart's violent strange power, how can it be blocked by ordinary people!
This hit made the white man with a short head howl miserably, and he fell to the ground due to the strange force. He turned somersaults before getting up, but his hands were trembling uncontrollably...
At this time, the yellow man opposite had clasped his palms together and was about to activate his skills. Zhang Lang suddenly raised his finger and pointed at him and shouted:
"Personal matters!"
This roar shocked the uncle's men and made him hesitate for a moment. It also made him think about something. If the two people have a life-or-death relationship, no matter who lives or dies, there will always be a head that can be used to open the door and leave. He has no idea.
You can enjoy the benefits without having to intervene!
Seeing that the uncle stopped attacking, the white man with short hair hurriedly shouted: "Don't listen to his nonsense! We simply..."
But Zhang Lang didn't give him a chance to speak at all, he rushed forward and punched him again!
The short-haired white man who had just suffered a blow was well aware of the power of Zhang Lang's punch and could only dodge. However, Zhang Lang's comprehensively strengthened physical fitness, speed and reaction were stronger than him. This guy dodged the first blow, but failed to do so.
Without firing a second blow, he was hit firmly on the chin by a punch!
But at this moment, his body suddenly banged and turned into a cloud of smoke. Zhang Lang's fist only hit a soft paper man! After taking this move, the paper man also fell apart and turned into a
dust!
"substitute?"
Zhang Lang glanced across the arena and found the white man with an inch of hair appearing by the wall seven or eight meters away, cursing:
"Damn it, I can't get out even with the Substitute Technique!"
"I see you have a few paper figures!"
Zhang Lang put his foot on the ground, braked suddenly, turned back, and rushed towards the white man with short hair.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the short position was finally empty:
"Don't be fooled by him, I don't know him! If he kills me, I will attack you!"
The yellow uncle was a little hesitant after hearing this, but still didn't take action... At this time, Zhang Lang had already caught up with the white man again, and with all his strength, he punched again!
boom!
This blow once again brought up only a trace of smoke. As the paper figure shattered, this time the white man appeared next to the yellow uncle and grabbed him:
"You can't even think about running away without help!"
But who would have expected that the uncle suddenly raised his hand and pointed it at Zhang Lang in the distance, activated his skill, and with a swipe sound, the two swapped positions. The white man found that the person he was holding suddenly turned into that terrifying strange man!
boom!
Another punch, still a paper man!
Zhang Lang turned around, but didn't see the shadow of the white man. Where did he escape to this time?
Suddenly, Zhang Lang felt light shining down from above his head. When he looked up, he saw the white man with an inch head leaning against the ceiling, his head facing down, his feet stepping on the spherical dome five or six meters high, and his hands grasping each other, in the middle of his palms.
A dazzling fireball condensed!
"My skills are finally good, go to hell you madman!"
With this declaration, he pushed down hard with both hands, and a huge fireball crashed down!
It was too late for Zhang Lang to hide, so he could only raise his hands to block his head, and suffered the blow alive!
boom!
The fireball was like a gasoline bomb, and the flames that exploded swept through half of the arena, causing even the uncles in the distance to raise their hands to cover themselves.
The short-haired white man fell from the ceiling and landed smoothly with a somersault. Judging from his movements, his attributes should have been enhanced, but there was still a gap between him and Zhang Lang.
The short-haired white man stood in front of the burning fire ball and sneered. He was very confident in his skills. The power of the explosion was already terrifying, and there was also subsequent continuous range burning. Without armor, he would basically die unless he had escape skills.
…
But I didn't see this guy leave the fire. He just burned like this for a long time, and he was definitely finished!
"cut……"
The white man spat, turned his head and looked at the uncle with eyes on the side:
"You deliberately ignored death! Do you think that if I die, no one will be able to restrain your ability?"
"No, no, no, no..." The big-eyed man waved his hands repeatedly, then suddenly widened his eyes and pointed behind the white man: "Look!"
"Don't try to fool me!" A half-broken bone spur popped out of the white man's wrist, and the broken stubble was still sharp!
But at this moment, a big burning hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder!
Feeling the burning heat on his face, the short-haired white man was startled. Before he could turn around, he was pulled into the blazing flames by the big hand. Then he could vaguely see the figures fighting in the fire, and even
Accompanied by the white man's screams and the sound of bones breaking.
In the raging fire, even if there are paper figures, they are of no use...
After a while, the burning effect of the fireball disappeared and the flames dissipated, revealing Zhang Lang, who was completely burned to black. He was holding the white man with an inch of hair who was even more burned in his hand, motionless...
The bespectacled man looked at the two statue-like pieces of coke and swallowed.
"All burned to death?"
The uncle frowned, "At the last moment, we pulled each other to death?"
He turned around and looked at the four doors around him, but still none of them was open.
Could it be that it literally means that it requires a head to open the door?
Thinking of this, the uncle stepped forward and approached cautiously.
For him, Zhang Lang was a bit tall, so he reached out and grabbed the white man's head...
But suddenly, Zhang Lang, who looked like a black charcoal statue, moved and clamped the bespectacled man's neck. His other hand let go of the white man with an inch of hair and raised his fist to hit him!
boom!
Zhang Lang's punch was very strong, but it only hit one hand with carbon residue!
The old man with glasses he was holding in his hand turned into the charred corpse of the white man!
Changed location?
Zhang Lang turned his head and looked aside. The place where the white man's body was originally squatting was empty!
Zhang Lang turned around and scanned the arena, not seeing a single figure!
What happened? Escaped? Impossible! If he could have left, he wouldn't have waited until now. If he hadn't gotten the white man's head, he would still be in this room!
Is it invisibility?
"Hey, hey, hey..." Xu complained in Zhang Lang's mind:
"Stealth is a foul skill for hide-and-seek! It's unlucky to be trapped in the arena... If you don't kill him here, you'll be in trouble!"
"I know!"
Zhang Lang nodded, raised his hand and unscrewed the charred head of the white man with a short head, held it in his hand, and said loudly to the empty hall: