At this time, Yue Zhenshan strode aside and checked Huo Yichang's injury.
He was shocked to find that Huo Yichang's A-level battle suit was in tatters, and his body was full of holes, with blood gushing out. It was so miserable!
The body is very broken!
It can even be seen that some of Huo Yichang's two rows of ribs are shining with crystal white light, which are the Wuzong bones that have been tempered and contain the essence of bone marrow inside.
Among them, three or four mortal bones that had not been tempered were broken into more than a dozen pieces and scattered in the abdominal cavity.
"Yichang, you have suffered."
"Ahem, Senior Yue, Deputy Director Jiang Jinhong can sacrifice himself for the eight million people in Qingshan City, why can't I?"
"Well done!"
After a careful inspection, Yue Zhenshan discovered that although Huo Yichang's injuries were serious, they were not life-threatening and did not affect the foundation of martial arts.
With the strong vitality of the intermediate martial arts master, he should be able to recover after one or two months of training.
This is also a blessing in misfortune.
…
"Bastard! That bastard Xie Kang! He is a waste! He is a waste!"
The Evil Tiger King was furious, with a tiger face full of gloom, and a fierce light flashing in the tiger's eyes. He suddenly jumped into the air, landed in front of Xie Kang's body, fiercely raised a tiger claw as big as a millstone, and fiercely
I took a picture of it.
Bang!
There was a loud noise, Xie Kang's body was completely turned into flesh, and the blood mist dispersed.
"Did you see it? If the battle is defeated, the corpse will not be left behind! There is no room for sand in my eyes!"
The Evil Tiger King swept his eyes and glanced at the members of the Evil Tiger clan one by one with sharp, knife-like eyes. They were the next contestants to take the stage.
Suddenly, these people were in awe, and they all knelt on the ground in awe, trembling.
"Dear King, we will do our best to kill the masters of the human race at all costs!" (Evil Language)
"Okay! Go!"
The Evil Tiger King slapped his claws, and suddenly made a very subtle movement, pulling out a few light golden hairs from his abdomen, and flew into the foreheads of these evil tiger clan masters like lightning, hiding them behind the "King"
Literally.
Several masters of the evil tiger clan were a little stunned.
"Don't ask! At critical times, it will play a vital role... Remember, the blood power of the Evil Tiger clan is your magic weapon to win!"
The Evil Tiger King's words seemed to have some meaning.
…
Soon, the fourth game of the life and death arena officially began.
On the human side, the director of the Qingshan City Martial Arts Discipline Bureau appeared, a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance and the strength of an intermediate martial arts master. He held a big black gun in his hand.
On the other side of the evil demon, a tall evil tiger strode over and squinted at the middle-aged man. The tiger's mouth grinned, revealing its sharp white teeth.
"Human, my name is Xie Mo. In this battle, I will die or you will live..." (Evil Language)
"Haha, you're right!"
The middle-aged man laughed loudly and said, "Of course I am the one who lives it, you go and die!"
Whoosh.
Xie Mo found out that he had said something wrong and became furious. He suddenly jumped into the air and rushed towards the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was not afraid at all. He shook the black spear in his hand and faced him boldly.
boom!
The giant palm and the big gun collided together, and an explosion was heard.
In fact, some weak demons nearby had bleeding from their mouths and noses and were knocked unconscious by the shock.
Whoosh!
Xie Mo's tail was two to three meters long and thicker than a child's arm. It swept across with a fierce movement, the air exploded and fire shot out.
Boom!
The big black gun shook violently, causing the middle-aged man's mouth to bleed, and his body flew straight for dozens of meters, knocking away rocks along the way.
"Nothing more than that!" (evil language)
Xie Mo quickly followed up, suddenly roared, opened his mouth wide, and bit down hard on the middle-aged man.
Poof.
The middle-aged man dodged, and the black spear in his hand, like an electric shot, stabbed into Xie Mo's mouth, penetrated from the chin, and almost pierced the throat.
Xie Mo screamed miserably and slapped the black spear away. He immediately mobilized the power of his blood. His hair turned red and his eyes were red, full of madness and killing.
There was even a pale golden hair from the Evil Tiger King hidden in the word "king" on its forehead, which automatically burned and turned into a ball of pale golden flames, covering its right paw.
this?
Is this given to me by the respected king?
Xie Mo roared loudly.
"Human race! You are going to die! I am not going to announce that you are going to die soon, a death without a burial place!" (Evil Language)
"You're not dead?"
The middle-aged man's heart sank, and he realized something was wrong. He stamped his feet and rushed to the side, trying to pick up the weapon on the ground.
but.
Middle-aged people think too much.
Not far away, Xu Renli shook his head.
"No, he made a miscalculation. Now Xie Mo is in the state of activating his bloodline and is unstoppable. Now is the time to pick up weapons. Isn't this an opportunity for Xie Mo to take advantage of?"
"pity."
Yue Zhenshan looked calm, with a hint of regret.
Vice Principal Qin, Lin Hong and other top martial arts masters vaguely sensed that the middle-aged man might be in a bad situation and might... die!
really.
Puff!
Xie Mo, whose speed increased dramatically, turned into an afterimage, rushed over from the side, stretched out his sharp claws, and swept past the middle-aged man's waist and abdomen.
The clothes were torn, revealing a black battle suit underneath.
The pale golden flames on the sharp claws tore the black suit apart, and several deep marks completely tore the suit apart!
Not far away, Yue Zhenshan, who was watching the battle, suddenly shrank his pupils.
"What kind of flame is that? Can it destroy an A-class suit? I seem to smell a hint of the Evil Tiger King's breath in it?"
Could it be...
At this moment, the middle-aged man was horrified and immediately turned around, no longer holding on to weapons, but facing Xie Mo in an attempt to block him.
Unfortunately, after using the power of blood, Xie Mo became unstoppable. Not only did his speed increase dramatically, but his attack power was also extremely powerful.
On the field, only phantoms were seen, shrouded around the middle-aged man, puff puff...
One minute later.
The middle-aged man fell to the ground and died. His black suit was in tatters and hung like rags on his body. There was basically no flesh and blood left, only a skeleton left!
The director of the Gyeongsan City Martial Arts Discipline Bureau died!
In the fourth game of the life and death arena, the human race was defeated!
"Director Liu is dead too!"
"Old Liu..."
"Sadly, Lao Liu's grandson was just born last week. Did he die before he even got a chance to see his grandson?"
Lin Hong and others looked sad and turned their heads away, unable to bear to see this miserable scene.
On the field, the pale golden flame on Xie Mo's right claw has disappeared. It is grabbing pieces of fresh flesh and gnawing excitedly.
"Delicious! So delicious! Haha, the rumors among the clan are indeed true. The body of a human martial artist is the most delicious food..." (Evil Language)