"Don't send these low-level puppets to die, come here and spar with me!" After Liu Zheji defeated the trap tiger, he hooked his fingers at the uncertain trap tiger.
"Hahaha!"
The tyrant looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.
"It's been a long time since anyone talked to me like this." The tyrant stretched his shoulders and his coat was knocked to the ground, revealing his majestic body.
The tyrant's body proportions are very suitable for combat, with a thin waist, wide shoulders, and long legs. Parts made of rare metals are perfectly inlaid on his body, just like the muscles of the refining human race.
"Wow!"
The tyrant's eyes narrowed and he assumed a strange posture. This posture gave Liu Zheji a feeling of déjà vu, just like... Gu Lianqi's former fighting instinct.
Liu Zheji couldn't help but pay attention to it.
"Tyrant! Tyrant! Tyrant!" The roar of mountains and tsunamis came from the spectator stands.
"Everyone! Now is the exciting showdown between the tyrant and the mysterious man! Please place your bets, the battle is about to begin!" The colorful machine puppet returned to the elevator at some point, and the metal plate in his hand was also replaced.
, at this time, he was dancing and explaining the battle.
"He...can win after defeating him?"
Seeing such a terrifying tyrant, Jiang Nichang and others felt uncertain.
Heipi rolled his eyelids and said, "If I hadn't been subdued by him, I would definitely have chosen to vote for the tyrant. I looked down on the young master at the beginning, so why not just obey? Don't worry, the young master is absolutely confident to take on this battle."
Xing Lin glanced at Hei Pi in surprise. It was not that he thought Hei Pi would flatter him, but the change that had occurred in Hei Pi.
"What makes a high-level puppet trust you so much?" Xing Lin secretly guessed.
"Eight Star Fist of the Emperor - Greedy Wolf!" Liu Zheji put his hands on the ground, kicked his feet hard behind him, and flew towards the tyrant.
The tyrant on the other side of the duel field did not panic at all when he saw Liu Zheji's attack. He only saw him slowly stretching his hand forward. A quite coincidental scene happened. When his generous palm stretched to the limit, Liu Zheji just happened to
He threw himself in front of the tyrant, and his neck was directly grabbed by the tyrant, as if he was sending him there.
"Well..."
Liu Zheji tried to pry the tyrant's hands away with both hands, but found that the other's hands were like a piece of iron and would not move at all no matter how hard he tried to pry them.
Liu Zheji didn't expect this to happen. He just tried a small test and was caught in a vital point.
The current situation is very dangerous. If it weren't for the layer of Pojun Qi covering the skin of Liu Zheji's neck, he might have suffocated and lost his fighting power.
“Bang bang bang!”
Unable to think of an effective way to counterattack, Liu Zheji could only keep raising his feet and kicking the tyrant's vital parts, but it was all in vain. The tyrant's defense was no joke. Although Liu Zheji had used all his strength, the tyrant's body was still
Motionless.
"Moon Chanting Sword!"
Feeling the increasing pressure on his neck, Liu Zheji's breathing became difficult. He simply gritted his teeth, summoned the Moon Singing Sword, and struck the tyrant's neck with one sword.
The Yueyin Sword was originally a mysterious sword forged by Gongsun Li. It was just a Huang Jie. After killing the Yin soldiers several times, Liu Zheji discovered that it had turned into an Earth Jian. The Earth Jian sword was unusually hard.
Liu Zheji is also sure that the Moon Song Sword can defeat the tyrant
defense, so it was sacrificed at the critical moment.
"Dang!" The Yue Yin Sword struck the tyrant's head with a crisp sound. What made Liu Zheji look ugly was that he used the Po Jun Sword Qi to strike with all his strength and only caused a white mark.
However, the effect was still there. The tyrant was a little dizzy after being struck by Liu Zheji's sword, and he couldn't help but let go of his hand.
"You!" The tyrant is most proud of his head. Although the core of the machine puppets is in the machine spirit, the tyrant possesses human thoughts. In his opinion, the head is his most important place, and he cannot let his head do anything.
He was injured, and he was afraid that Liu Zheji would chop his head again, so he took the initiative to put down Liu Zheji.
Staring at the Moon-Singing Sword in Liu Zheji's hand, the tyrant's eyes flashed with red light. He could only resist ordinary attacks. The grade of the Moon-Singing Sword was almost the same as the armor on his body, so he would suffer a loss if they fought against each other.
It must be him. Thinking of this, the tyrant attacked aggressively and stomped on the ground hard.
"Bang!" A muffled sound like an earthquake rang out from under the tyrant's feet, and several cracks quickly spread towards Liu Zheji. Liu Zheji hurriedly pulled away to avoid it. At this moment, the tyrant moved! He waved his iron fist and struck.
Liu Zheji jumped towards Liu Zheji, and a punch surrounded his fist with flames. Before the punch came, a scorching breath rushed towards his face. Liu Zheji hurriedly raised his Qi mask to offset the breath.
The tyrant punched the air and stepped on the ground again. This time his feet almost sank into the ground. A violent explosion occurred throughout the arena, and the billowing smoke and dust immediately obscured the two figures.
"Where are the people?" Everyone in the spectator seats used their secret skills to look at the duel field. The name of "tyrant" was indeed well-deserved. He was like a tireless war machine and crazily launched an attack on Liu Zheji. On the other hand, Liu Zheji
After breaking his halberd and taking the ethereal step, he was as graceful as a willow catkin. No matter how the tyrant attacked, he could predict and dodge it in advance.
"This tyrant... is really difficult to deal with."
It was the first time in Liu Zheji's life that he had encountered such a difficult opponent. In normal battles, he would just kill him with a few swords or use a few big moves to end it. However, this tyrant's defense was extremely strong, and all his sword energy was blocked by him.
After resisting, I didn't dare to go up to fight hand-to-hand. If what just happened happened again, it might not be so easy to escape.
"What the hell! What kind of monster is this!" Liu Zheji angrily jumped on the elevator, holding the sword secretly in his hand, and his golden pupils rolled in his eye sockets, observing the tyrant's actions.
In Liu Zheji's field of vision, the tyrant was running around in the smoke and dust, and seemed to have lost the trace of Liu Zheji. Liu Zheji secretly thought of a good opportunity and frantically squeezed out his true energy from the sea of qi, trying to make the sword move more powerful.
Hurry up.
Just as the smoke on the duel ground faded, Liu Zheji also completed his sword style!
"Moon God Swordsmanship!—Broken Army Iron Moon!"
A black ball appeared on Liu Zheji's left hand. When he threw the black ball in the air, the air in the entire duel field suddenly became solemn. Even as a machine puppet, the tyrant was aware of his own physical discomfort. He was surprised.
He looked at the black ball above his head and didn't understand what it was.
"clumsy!"
Liu Zheji clenched the Moon Sword with both hands and struggled to guide the black ball above it to fly towards the tyrant. The Moon Sword suddenly made an overwhelmed "click" sound, and tiny cracks appeared on the sword body.
Liu Zheji looked at the Yue Yin Sword with great distress, but he could not look back at this time. After he threw the black ball away, the Yue Yin Sword finally broke into countless pieces, leaving only the hilt in Liu Zheji's eyes.
Broken halberd in hand.
The underground tyrant looked at the flying black ball and instinctively wanted to escape, but when he was about to move, he suddenly
He realized that he was like stepping in a quagmire. No matter how he moved, he could not escape the black ball's attack range. He made a prompt decision and raised his palms in the direction of the black ball. The muscles in various parts of his body began to squirm strangely.
Quickly, all these muscles moved to his hands, forming a circular shield on his chest.
The black ball was imprinted on the shield silently, instantly integrating into the tyrant's body like a soldering iron hitting the snow.
"Ahhh!"
The tyrant watched helplessly as the black ball entered his body and spun crazily. A tearing force ripped apart the machine parts in the tyrant's body as the black ball spun.
To an outsider, the tyrant in the duel field looked like he was holding a black hole, and this black hole was constantly eating away at his body.
The black hole lasted for three breaths. When it disappeared, loud shouts erupted from the spectator seats. The tyrant's originally burly body became lean, but he still stood there without any scars on his body.
"Stop pretending!"
Liu Zheji jumped down from the elevator and walked to the side of the tyrant and patted his shoulder with his hand.
"Kaka."
A crisp sound came from the tyrant's body, and Liu Zheji could see that the skin on the tyrant's face had begun to crack inch by inch.
"Can...give me some face? Take me away, don't embarrass me." The tyrant's last begging made Liu Zheji dumbfounded.
"Don't resist!"
"Huh?" The tyrant looked at him doubtfully.
Immediately, a strange force acted on the tyrant's body, and by the time he reacted, he had arrived in a strange place.
"Hello!"
Lao Du, who was rooted in the spiritual soil, smiled and said to the stunned tyrant.
"The person... is gone?" The colorful puppet on the elevator sat down on it and muttered absentmindedly.
There was also silence in the spectator seats at this time. No one noticed that Liu Zheji had secretly left with the people.
"Holy shit! Young Master, did you defeat the tyrant?" Heipi shouted excitedly after leaving the duel field.
"Junior brother...your sword." Jiang Nichang saw that Liu Zheji's expression was not very good and guessed the possible reason.
"It's okay...it's just a sword." Liu Zheji shook his head and forced a smile.
However, Liu Zheji was still very sad about losing the Yue Yin Sword. He used this sword very smoothly. Now that it is lost, he wonders if he will be able to get another good sword that he likes.
"Where has the tyrant gone?" Jiang Nichang and other warriors who didn't know Liu Zheji's secret looked at Liu Zheji with some suspicion. The tyrant was clearly on the duel ground just now. This sudden change must have something to do with Liu Zheji.
"Forget it..." Liu Zheji hesitated for a moment. Anyway, his current strength was not afraid of being exposed. He simply told everyone: "Don't resist!"
Jiang Nichang and others did not understand its meaning, but they believed in Liu Zheji so much that they allowed Liu Zheji to suck them into the mustard space. Only Bu Liangyin, Zheng Bufan and others were still outside.
"Second brother?" Zheng Bufan looked at the disappearing figures around him in surprise. Apart from him, Zheng Yuan and other clan brothers had all disappeared. It was obvious that they had listened to Liu Zheji's words.
"Don't waste time! Don't resist!" Liu Zheji emphasized again. Only then did Zheng Bufan and the others give up resistance and let Liu Zheji suck them in.