"Brothers, enjoy tonight's feast!" With a wild laugh and full of momentum, Di Cheng held the Huangquan knife tightly and proudly faced the approaching Diao Zun.
The underworld roared, whirlwind bursts, dancing layers of death light curtains rolled towards Diao Zun's terrifying and sharp claws. There was no pressure or burden. Di Cheng relaxed his mind and enjoyed the pleasure of fighting that he had not experienced in a long time.
"Guards, go out to fight!!" Shalang stepped forward and rushed forward, taking advantage of the situation to leap forward. He spun gorgeously at four meters in the air, and swooped down like a falcon towards the soul-burial group below. The tungsten gold claws piercing the toe of his shoes were like the pairs of eagles.
The claws rushed into the crowd with sharpness and speed. The shadow of the legs was tumbling, filled with murderous intent, and hit a person's chest hard. The terrible impact and ruthless killing power were immediately highlighted. The sternum collapsed and blood spattered. The person was originally in front of him.
Chong's body retreated on the spot, causing chaos in the crowd and completely disrupting the originally orderly formation.
At the same time, Dahan wheeled his giant mountain-cutting ax, killing him fiercely with waves of hurricanes. Following closely behind him, King Kong, Wu Heng, Wang Zhong and other guards attacked with all their strength. Even though this was a mountain road,
The road is spacious enough for more than ten people to rush forward side by side.
The fierce clash of steel knives and the dull collision of bodies played the lamentation of tonight's tragic battle of life and death.
"Diao Zun, you are so powerful." The claws of the knife and claws clashed, and the power hit. Di Cheng laughed ferociously. Taking advantage of the moment when the two of them paused due to the strength competition, he seized the opportunity, left the knife handle with his left hand, and struck out like a poisonous snake, spinning and striking hard.
Diao Zun's chest.
With a cold snort, Diao Zun retreated quickly. Whether it was his combat experience or his own strength, he could now reach the top of a warrior. Di Cheng struck out very quickly, and his reaction was not slow either.
However... Di Cheng, who is in the quasi-Amethyst realm, is not the slightest bit stronger than Diao Zun, who has just entered the high-level gold level. The collision between calcium carbide sparks, the increasing levels of changes in moves, the reaction of the mind and the coordination of the body are beyond imagination.
Diao Zun had just retreated to dodge, but Di Cheng, who was still swinging his claws forward, accelerated violently, and an afterimage lingered, appearing next to him in an instant. The terrifying speed suddenly stopped, his body rotated, and he swept
His legs moved violently, with such speed and force that Diao Zun didn't even have a chance to react.
Bang!! Diao Zun's cold face turned pale in an instant, and his body trembled violently. He was knocked out by this leg sweep on the spot. However, such a peak duel cannot help any confusion. For fighting monsters like Di Cheng, any mistake will be fatal.
Shadow. Struggling to endure the huge pain like splitting ribs on his left side, Diao Zun twisted his body with all his strength in retreat. It was at the same time that his body avoided its original trajectory that the Underworld Knife stabbed him fiercely.
If he had been slower for even half a second, this knife would have killed him.
But although he dodged the knife, Di Cheng didn't want to let go of Diao Zun's rare retreat. He clasped forward with his left hand and tore the corners of the black robe. Before Diao Zun could break free, Di Cheng exerted force on his arms and wrists.
, the body rotated, and it was thrown away violently.
"I'll give you a fair chance to fight first, enjoy it, and we will continue later." Di Cheng snorted coldly, and did not pursue Diao Zun again. He weaved in and out of the fierce fighting crowd like a loach, bypassing all the fierce battles.
Circle, without any stagnation, quickly appeared on the edge of the battlefield.
"Zhou Shaohua, long time no see." Before the gentle laughter could fall, the Huang Quan Dao roared out like an angry dragon, rolling out bursts of ruthless blade light, forcing Zhou Shaohua away who was frantically attacking the defense line of King Kong and others, and rushed forward.
, stepped up, and slammed his chest with his swinging feet.
The dazzling series of attacks were completed in an instant. Before Zhou Shaohua's counterattack could take shape, he was stomped away by this forceful attack that was like a surprise attack.
"Dicheng?" Zhou Shaohua's eyes narrowed slightly and he looked around subconsciously. Didn't he get entangled with Diao Zun? Why did he do it so quickly...
Di Cheng casually threw the Huangquan knife to Wang Zhong, shrugged his shoulders, twisted his neck, and an evil sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "You and I didn't let go in Chixiang Prison that day, are you willing to have a fun battle with me tonight?
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"Hmph, I'm not interested." Zhou Shaohua spat out the blood in his mouth without looking at Di Cheng. His wandering eyes scanned the crowd in front, looking for an opportunity to escape.
His hands were clasped into claws, and Di Cheng's momentum was not weakened by throwing away the Huangquan knife, but instead became more fierce and condensed. "That's a pity. I wanted to give you a chance before you died, but you didn't want to cherish it!"
"Let's wait another day. I still have something to do today!" Zhou Shaohua looked shocked. He suddenly turned around and shot fiercely towards the left front, where a battle circle was revealed.
The opportunity was rare, and he did not hesitate. As for the other Soul Burying Groups... Humph! After the failure to seize power, he had already begun to think of breaking away. The life and death of these guys did not concern him.
"Want to leave? It doesn't seem that easy." Di Cheng's ghostly movement skills suddenly broke out, and he appeared at the front of the airway in an instant. His right hand was clasped into a claw, and he tore it at Zhou Shaohua's throat. Although it was a flesh-hand claw, it could be Hulunbuir five years ago.
He has never used weapons in fighting matches, and the force of his hands is no less powerful than real swords and guns.
So fast!! Zhou Shaohua's face changed slightly, his charging body leaned back with all his strength, and he almost turned around from under the claw. At the same time, he rotated his right leg and tried his best to block Di Cheng's claw attack.
A series of sweeping legs.
The sound of rapid and compact collision of limbs suddenly sounded. Zhou Shaohua, who was staggering back, struggled to stop his body. He wanted to scream, but before his throat could roll, Di Cheng's figure was already close to him.
"Use all your strength, don't let me down!" Di Cheng roared loudly, his resolute face was filled with enthusiasm, and his hands moved rapidly, sometimes turning into claws, sometimes turning into fists, sometimes turning into palms, launching a fierce offensive all over the sky,
It hit Zhou Shaohua fiercely, and the dull sound of body collisions resounded through the battlefield like a fierce drum.
"Don't overdo it." With no hope of escape, Zhou Shaohua roared angrily.
"Fight or die!!" Di Cheng snorted coldly, drew his claws with both hands, bypassed the iron fist block, and hit Zhou Shaohua's chest hard. The violent power then raged and poured out.
With a groan and a mouthful of blood, Zhou Shaohua's majestic body flew backwards on the spot.
"Zhou Shaohua, this is so disappointing." Di Cheng flipped in the air, drew a majestic arc with his right leg that was full of energy, and slashed down with the power of thunder. The whole movement was clean and as fast as the wind and thunder.
, leaving behind a series of afterimages, giving people an extremely shocking visual impact.
The crushing pain in his chest made it difficult for Zhou Shaohua to breathe, but the terrifying momentum of the roaring waves prevented him from breathing more. His teeth were clenched, his face was ferocious, a muffled roar rolled in his throat, and a surge of desolation surged toward his crossed arms.
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Bang!! A thunderous bombardment suddenly sounded, and the surging power impacted angrily. Di Cheng's body trembled, and his body still in mid-air lost control on the spot, and he threw forward fiercely. Zhou Shaohua's face turned pale, and the terrifying power coming from his arms was like a tide.
Submerging him, the majestic body rolled backwards like a cannonball, blasting a large number of fierce battle circles along the way.
Forcibly controlling his tumbling body, Zhou Shaohua spun on the spot and jumped up with a cry. His face filled with pain and anger was hideous and terrifying.
"How does it taste?" Di Cheng smiled lowly and slowly moved his right foot to relieve the pain in his calf.
"It's pretty good, but it's not as refreshing as I imagined." Zhou Shaohua wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Repeated trauma made him feel like fighting.
"Really? Let's continue then?" Di Cheng laughed, slowly stood up straight, raised his right hand sideways, and pointed diagonally at Zhou Shaohua, meaning - inviting a fight!!!
Staring at Di Cheng for a moment, the ferociousness and anger gradually subsided. All the experiences during this period passed through his mind, and a touch of desolation quietly filled the air, which was soon filled with determination and fighting spirit. Zhou Shaohua also slowly stood up straight and took off his hands.
The stainless steel glove was thrown aside casually, and a roar full of fighting spirit and loneliness rolled out of his throat: "The battle in Chixiang Prison is only half done. Today... I will accompany you to finish the fight!"
"Ah!!!" Zhou Shaohua looked like an evil ghost, roared like thunder, and was majestic. He charged toward Di Cheng like a mad tiger. He exploded with all his strength and fought to the death. He exerted force from all directions, and his body was full of energy.
Eyes and hands all over the body, the attack is fierce and bloody, the sound is frightening, but the movements are flexible and exquisite!
The fierce and violent boxing style and close-in fighting moves all brought unparalleled visual shock to everyone. Zhou Shaohua had given up everything and his Bajiquan moves had reached the strongest peak in his life.
PS this week’s outbreak is scheduled for Thursday, so I guarantee that it won’t be just five updates, but as many as possible.
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