At the dim subway entrance, fluorescent green signboards flashed slightly, and red Coke cans rolled on the empty platform, making a rumbling sound and extending into the distance along the straight track line.
"boom!"
The hot and violent flames instantly exploded in this dark environment, and the dazzling light like electric welding briefly dispersed the night.
The boy in black clothes and trousers is holding a slender Japanese sword. His sharp sword-like hair hangs down, slightly covering his cold eyes. There is no expression on his handsome face like a knife or an axe. Only his golden eyes shine brightly.
shimmer.
He walked straight out of the scattered flames slowly, and the blazing flames were as respectful as an audience with a king.
Opposite him is a ferocious-looking creature with an upright spine, with green scales spreading all over its body, and rugged bone spurs extending from its towering spine. It keeps making muffled roars that sound like intimidation from its throat.
The high temperature of Jun Yan has caused most of its surface scales to turn from livid to charred black. It has a terrifying physique and nerve reaction speed. It can always avoid frontal damage when Jun Yan explodes, and the injuries are not serious.
This is like using RPG rockets to hit small and flexible creatures. Although the power is sufficient, the accuracy is not enough. Moreover, releasing the monarch flame requires the process of chanting the spirit and constantly consuming the physical energy of the caster.
Chu Zihang's complexion has turned pale, but his eyebrows are still calm and indifferent, like a machine without temperature, silent but efficient.
He simply took a step forward and raised the slender silver Murasame. The sharp blade cut through the invisible air and trembled slightly.
"Doru!"
As his throat rolled, Deadpool spat out low and explosive syllables, trembling his iron-blue dense scales like heavy armor, and angrily rushed towards Chu Zihang.
At this moment, even the hard and smooth cement floor could not withstand the huge force of a cavalry charge, making a thump-dong-dong sound like a drumstick hitting the drum surface.
When he reached the attack range, Chu Zihang had already moved, he just waved his knife.
The sounds of various slashes sounded one after another, and thousands of sonorous sounds exploded in an instant.
The head, eyes, neck, shoulders, chest and abdomen, lower body, legs, any part that might be vulnerable were cared for by Murasame. The sacred sword was completely transformed into a stream of light at this moment, and no figure could be caught.
White marks appeared one after another on the iron-green dense scales. Of course Murasame has the ability to break armor, but this also depends on the strength of the sword holder and the toughness of the scales.
With Dolu's defense, it is obviously enough to last for a while.
The black-haired young man's figure was equally ethereal at this moment, and his steps became agile and strange. He was almost walking close to Dolu's body, but whenever it threw a powerful punch, he could always narrowly avoid it.
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"Roar!"
The feeling of relief from the hard fist hitting the cotton made Dolu extremely angry. It roared, then turned around suddenly and punched hard to the right rear.
At this time, its originally strong and heavy body became agile, and its speed doubled compared to before.
Who says Deadpools are just dead creatures that have lost their intelligence? They still retain their fighting instincts and are the most ferocious and terrifying weapons in the hybrid world.
It looked clumsy in the game just now. It may not be a bait to lure fish to the bait. It is indeed cunning.
"clang!"
The long knife made of jade steel kept swaying like a plucked spring leaf. Chu Zihang's reaction speed in the battle was very fast, but Que Yi was hit hard by the punch on the blade, and his body slipped out with him.
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The deadpool's right foot stepped heavily on the ground and pursued Chu Zihang again.
The young man turned his wrists that were numb from the strong contact, his eyes were still as calm as water, his lips moved, and he murmured in a low voice.
Yan Ling·Jun Yan breaks out again
The crimson flames were as dazzling as the rising sun, and then the scorching flames exploded in front of him, with billowing waves of fire spreading in all directions.
"Bang!"
Dolu's body, which weighed several hundred kilograms, was thrown high like a cloth bag in an instant, and then hit a load-bearing wall heavily. Spider-web-like cracks spread on the wall, and the scales were charred black, revealing the scarlet and blurred flesh inside.
It seems that he has lost his ability to fight.
On the other side, Chu Zihang was leaning on his sword and barely standing, his legs shaking slightly, but fortunately, he finally had a chance to win.
The previous concession was actually what he expected. Only with this spatial distance can Jun Yan's power be maximized.
"Hiss...hiss...hiss..."
Before the pale-faced young man could catch his breath, a faint rustling sound could be heard coming from the depths of the subway entrance, like the crawling sounds of densely packed small creatures.
Chu Zihang's hearing was very keen, and he reacted almost instantly. Then he suddenly raised his head, his golden eyes glowing with faint fluorescence.
The first thing that appeared at the edge of the field of vision was an object the size of a head. It was completely black and there seemed to be some creature squirming slightly on the uneven surface.
Immediately afterwards, heads came in like a tide, covering the entire subway track, and were rushing in the direction of Chu Zihang at great speed.
Even Chu Zihang, who had seen many strange scenes, couldn't help but shrink his pupils at this moment. This was a terrifying scene that could make ordinary people's hair stand on end.
Those "heads" were very fast, roughly reaching the speed of a normal person running at full speed. They came from far away on the subway track and were about to reach the platform in a short while.
At this time, Chu Zihang could see their whole picture clearly.
This is not just a head, but a series of snake-like corpses with cartilage all over their bodies. They are crawling close to the ground, their thick black hair covering their long and narrow bodies. The hissing sound is clearly the result of them spitting out scarlet snake letters to feel the infrared.
The sound of body temperature.
"How's it going? Is the problem solved?"
Behind Chu Zihang, Mambas, who was guarding the subway exit, suddenly turned back. He first saw Deadpool not far away, covered in burnt black and mixed with blood, and he faintly trembled with excitement.
"That's right."
The black-haired young man still held Murasame and responded indifferently. The gurgling rainwater continued to appear on the blade of the sword, washing away the red blood.
"What does it mean?"
Mambas thought this was the unique modesty of the Chinese and turned his head to look at Chu Zihang with a smile.
"hiss!"
The snake-shaped Deadpool, which was sliding along the straight railway track, raised its head in unison at this moment, making a sharp hissing sound, revealing a pale face and scarlet lips, and the golden eyes hidden under the thick black hair exuded a beast-like light.
"I...fuck..."
Mambas looked at the increasing number of golden pupils that were gradually lighting up in the darkness in the distance, with his mouth wide open, feeling as if he had poked a honeycomb.
If he were still using the Word Spirit and Blood Tie Luo at this moment, the dragon-like auras gathered by these dead servants would definitely make him feel depressed and frightened.
“Chinese people are really rigorous in doing things.”
Finally, he closed his open mouth and slowly uttered a sentence.
"What to do? Defend or withdraw?"
As a commissioner of the Executive Board, at this moment he actually asked a freshman.
Chu Zihang's performance has conquered him, he is efficient and powerful, and the strong will undoubtedly have more say and voting rights.
"There is a bustling downtown area just outside the subway entrance. If they are allowed to rush out, the consequences will be disastrous."
"How long will Norma's support last?"
Facing this crisis situation, Chu Zihang was still analyzing calmly, and he suddenly asked again.
"fifteen minutes."
Mambas glanced at his watch hurriedly and then replied.
"Then just watch for fifteen minutes."
Chu Zihang responded decisively, without any hesitation, but with a tragic feeling of a hero's end.
After the battle with Dolu, he had run out of energy and energy, and could not even stand firmly.
In a group of snake-like deadpools with no end in sight, it is difficult to hold on for even one minute, let alone fifteen minutes.
The last remaining resort is violent bloodshed!
Chu Zihang couldn't help but hold the handle of the knife tightly, and slowly retreated with Mamba to the subway entrance passage.
The terrain here is narrow and can only accommodate a few crawling snake-like corpses at a time, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack.
In world history, the famous three hundred Spartan warriors, standing with their backs, were able to block the blades of hundreds of thousands of Persian troops. This also has a lot to do with the terrain of the original battlefield "Thermopylae".
There is an ancient book that says, "One man can guard a pass, but ten thousand men cannot open it." This not only talks about the bravery and fearlessness of the soldiers guarding the pass, but also emphasizes the importance of the pass.
"Are you nervous?"
Looking into each other's eyes with shimmering golden pupils, Mambas involuntarily turned his head. Chu Zihang's dragon eyes held the majesty of a monarch.
Perhaps because he didn't know what to say, Chu Zihang asked with the scabbard in his arms.
"Student of Kassel College in 2002, Xiudington Mambas."
The man wearing a long black trench coat from the Executive Department took out a lighter from his pocket, lit another cigarette for himself, and puffed away.
He stretched out his hand and handed over the cigarette case. Chu Zihang slowly shook his head.
"That's right. Young people should smoke less. It's not good for the lungs."
The man put away his cigarette case, took out a miniature submachine gun from his back and assembled it. Although his power of speaking spirit was not enough, this was the 21st century, a new era of science and technology.
He was relatively speechless, but the chilling atmosphere was getting stronger and stronger.
Outside this subway entrance, there are streets with people coming and going, and it is a bustling city with tall buildings.
Inside this subway entrance, there are countless snake-like monsters. They do bad things in groups, are bloody, violent and cruel. They are evil spirits crawling out of hell and are about to cause trouble in the world.
The two people wearing the simple World Tree badges guarded the door, but they were guarding the entire world.
But they are in darkness. Even if the source of the chaos is resolved, no ordinary person knows their achievements, the price they paid, or the blood they shed.
This is the world of hybrids, the real and cruel Evernight City hidden in the bustle and bustle.
Chu Zihang put his hands on his chest and raised his head slightly, his sharp black hair flying around, revealing the tip of his straight nose. His eyes were still as silent as cold, and his breath was as steady as ever.
In the eyes of the students of Shilan Middle School, Chu Zihang is a top student, someone else's child, someone they envy but cannot catch up with in their lifetime, and also the Bai Yueguang in the hearts of countless girls.
In the eyes of the teacher, he is a proud man with a bright future and an elite in the future society.
But no one would know that he was fighting a group of monsters with a Japanese sword in the subway entrance of London, England.
Not even his (adoptive) parents would know what he had done.
Next to him, Mambas was holding a cigarette, breathing similarly long, and holding a dark mini-submachine gun in his hand, just waiting for the group of snake-like Deadpools to swim onto the platform and crawl into the best shooting range.
Compared to Chu Zihang's calmness, he was actually a little nervous, and his adrenaline was soaring so fast that he could feel his heart beating powerfully in his chest.
But after all, he is a commissioner who graduated from Cassel College, and is still Chu Zihang's senior. Although his blood level is not high, his speaking ability is average, and his abilities are not outstanding among the elites, he is still a mixed race.
So he smoked a cigarette to keep calm, and also implicitly showed that he would not leave Chu Zihang alone.
The snake-shaped dead waiters walked up the stairs, their heads swaying and their black hair scattered. The leader, a tall snake-shaped dead waiter, stood upright with his humanoid body and let out a sharp and ear-piercing scream.
The many snake-shaped dead servants behind them started to riot one after another. Their golden eyes were shining, and as if they had received the king's instructions, they straightened up and rushed towards the upper passage.
The war has begun.
"It's defective!"
Murasame's slender blade slashed at the snake-like monster's neck, cutting off their scales and spinal bones, making a bloody sound like a dull knife cutting flesh.
But Chu Zihang just drew his sword, stared! Breathed out! Cut the carp's mouth! Draw out! Cut off! Blood shock! Take the knife!
The seven movements of Iai Slash are like waving arms, sweeping out a different kind of violent aesthetics in the bloody storm.
Behind the boy in black, on a higher step, was Mambas, who also had golden eyes, holding a mini-submachine gun and firing horizontally at him.
"Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta!"
The alchemical bullets poured out for free, almost forming a metal barrage that enveloped the entire row of Deadpools, splashing with clusters of scarlet blood flowers.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Chu Zihang exerts force on his waist and drives his hands to rotate. At this moment, the demon sword Murasame is completely covered with blood, from the tip of the blade to the jaw of the blade, covered with a demonic wave.
Strange blood color.
He had made this knife like a wind wheel, rushing through the group of snake-like dead servants, and countless deformed broken arms and limbs rolled to the ground.
Their bodies are certainly tough enough. Cutting their bones will create gaps in the iron and will also slow down the enemy's blades. But at this moment, the center of the audience is the bloody young man.
He only used one knife to block all the snake-like dead warriors who rushed forward from the door, like a demon or a god.
If you look carefully, you will find that Chu Zihang's golden pupils are already burning with blood flames, which is the activation of the violent blood technique.
He paid the price for his body to be permanently corroded by the high-purity dragon blood in exchange for new strength enough to resurrect from the ashes.
Of course Chu Zihang knew that he was making a deal with the devil, but he had to make it.
He still has a lot to do before falling into the abyss forever, and he cannot leave his life here.
But the densely packed snake-like deadpools are still walking upstream. The pair of outward-turned fangs are ferocious and fierce. Combined with the bite force of the body's bones, it can be called a killing weapon.
"break!"
For a moment, Chu Zihang, who was holding Murasame tightly, suddenly spoke out, opened his mouth wide, and suddenly spit out such a shocking syllable.
Infinite flames emerged from in front of him, just like a king holding the Constitution in his mouth, reciting imperial orders, and opening the door to the world of fire.
The raging flames swept downwards, briefly illuminating the dark subway entrance, causing all the snake-like deadliest warriors who rushed up to melt into charcoal while wailing.
Looking around, there were dead bodies lying everywhere. But deep in the dark railway tracks in the distance, there were still rustling sounds echoing.