Volume 8 Kanglong Has Regrets 2 77 Gods and Witches 05
Juanba Kanglong has regrets (2) 77 Shenwu Fengyun 05
At that moment, he held his breath and concentrated his energy. His mind went blank, and then he completely released his consciousness. After a while, the wind and snowflakes were blowing around him, and the fluctuations in the air were all clear to him. Even the dozens of ninjas
The sound of breathing held in a special way and even the faint sound of their heartbeats and blood flow became clearer.
His eyes were slightly closed, his fists were clenched, and a clicking sound was heard, as if it was a note calling for the death of these ninjas.
A white snowflake slowly fell on one of his fists.
At this time, he moved, shrugged his shoulders, and punched seven times like lightning.
These seven punches seemed to hit the air, but there was no sound when the punches came out, but "bang bang..." came from the air. Seven muffled sounds, seven sounds like one, and like one divided into seven.
In the void, blood spurted out wildly, once again dyeing the white snowflakes falling in the sky red.
Once the attack is launched, it cannot be taken back.
Just after the first round of attacks ended, before the seven ninjas who were knocked away by fists fell into the snow, Hanzi struck again with the second round of fist attacks.
This time, he punched eleven times.
"Bang bang..."
The eleven muffled sounds are like one, or like one turning into eleven.
The sound steals souls, and the sound kills.
At the moment when the seven people hit by the first wave of punches fell to the ground, his third round of violent fist attacks was launched.
This time, he punched eighteen times.
The punches hit hard, and the punches splattered with blood.
"Puff puff puff puff..."
A series of sounds of human bodies smashing into the snow were heard. In just two or three blinks, within ten to fifteen meters of Hanzi, the bodies of thirty-six J country ninjas wearing various costumes were lying.
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The Chinese dragon breaks out at this moment.
In front of Hanzi, none of these so-called ninjas from country J could withstand his punch.
Those who are hit will die, those who are touched will lose their souls.
For a moment, the world fell into silence again.
The cold wind is still biting and the snow is still falling heavily.
The smell of blood no longer stays in people's nostrils, but penetrates into people's hearts.
The fear of death comes from the angry dragon in China whose killing intent has reached its extreme.
Many people's legs and legs are trembling, many people's breathing is heavy even without fighting, and some are even timid.
The fear of death is inherently irresistible to most people in life.
The fear does not come from death, but from the human heart.
The heart is already frightened, and the soul cannot possess it.
Quiet, quiet.
The east is already bright.
Dawn is coming quietly.
The coming of dawn was just the beginning of another killing spree. The corpses everywhere could not stop these crazy J people from their ambition to dominate the world.
As if another order had been issued, hundreds of warriors approached Hanzi.
The sound of heavy breathing could not hide the fear of death in their hearts. However, the desire for power seemed to make them numb.
Wrong persistence is often the end of life.
Han Zi let out a wild roar, his body swept forward violently, his fists were like strong wind, like waves, like raging waves, like exploding fire.
For a moment, there was a series of sounds of broken bones, screams of the end of life, and the thuds of corpses hitting the snow.
Who is composing such a tragic tragedy in the world?
Who can pay for this killing?
When the rising sun rises in the east, when the first ray of sunlight shines on the earth through the thick clouds, the valley of Shenwu Mountain is already littered with corpses.
After the nineteenth round of attacks by the warriors of country j retreated, only one third was left.
Got timid.
These people gathered around Hanzi more than ten meters away, seeming to be waiting for a new round of attack orders.
Hanzi's eyes were bloodshot and his breathing was somewhat heavy.
However, his mind was clearer than anyone else's at this time, because the opponent also had a mysterious and powerful force that had not even moved from beginning to end.
Those were the J people wearing red cloaks with their arms exposed, whom he roughly estimated to number six hundred.
He was sure that those people were definitely masters.
After a night of fighting, he had already lost a lot of Xuanlong Qi. This kind of fighting might be able to continue for him. But from the overall situation, it was very unfavorable.
Because, after a night passed, he had not had time to study how to enter the formation in the thick fog.
Judging by the time, the seven-headed demon python may have entered the formation long ago, and is probably already practicing the demonic cultivation method with the demon snake of country J at this moment.
The seven-headed demon python is already so powerful, and the demonic snake is regarded as a god by the people of country J. I am afraid it will not be that easy to deal with. If they are allowed to practice demon cultivation to a higher level, the consequences will be disastrous.
What he was worried about finally came true.
The warriors who were still alive in the previous battle seemed to have received the order and retreated with a swishing sound.
After a while, the sound of footsteps came in a regular and rhythmic manner.
The mysterious masters in red cloaks, who had been divided into four square formations, quickly approached him.
Hanzi was surprised by the strong bodies that were completely different from the short stature of people from J country.
The expressionless faces made Hanzi feel a chill.
A pair of eyes like those of a dead person made Hanzi suddenly understand.
He had never been able to figure out where Country J got so many so-called peerless masters. They must be the biochemical people that Country J had been experimenting with for the past few years, and whom he had fought against last time.
A group of biochemical humans who were selected from expert volunteers from country J and trained with special chemicals.
Country J no longer hides its wolfish ambitions.
Hanzi, however, had to face an extremely brutal battle.
"I am a divine dragon. Who am I afraid of?" Hanzi asked himself. "I am not afraid. Since I want to fight, I must win. With the body of a divine dragon, there is no defeat, only death in battle."
Exhausted, he suddenly raised his head, and his bloodshot eyes suddenly became as clear as water.
The momentum became even stronger at this moment.
At this moment, there was no way out for him.
Fight! In addition to fighting, there is still fighting.
Fight to the end.
He slowly turned half a circle to the side, and his whole person seemed calm and relaxed.
He was already tall and tall, but now he became someone who dared not look up to him.
The blood ax finally appeared in his hand.
The blood axe, with its cold glow, faintly emitted a golden light under the stimulation of his Xuanlong Zhenqi in the morning when the white snow and blood contrasted with each other.
At this moment, his mind was as calm as water and his breath was even.
Although Xuanlong's true energy was consumed a lot, it did not affect his combat effectiveness.
At this moment, in the magic circle inside the thick fog, an exquisite body dressed in black stood there silently, watching everything that happened outside.
Her hair was tied high into a knot, with a rosewood hairpin stuck on top.
Beautiful face, smart eyes, snow-like skin, and red lips lightly touched with cinnabar.
"Enemies, are you really a dragon? Since we are naturally hostile, why did you let me get to know you?" She murmured, with two drops of tears in her beautiful eyes.