Unparalleled Heavenly Lord - Chapter 964

[Chapter 959 Ascension]

But Yuan Wenyu’s attack frequency is too fast, and the power is equally amazing. Longyancao Martial Spirit has not healed the wound, and new wounds appear, and the speed of healing is simply not as fast as the speed of injury.

The wounds on Zheng Shiyi’s body continued to increase. There were wounds all over his body, his entire body, and his limbs. Some wounds were connected together to form a larger blood hole. Through the hole, one could even see his body clearly. Pierced intestines.

Pieces of minced meat with blood kept flying down from his body.

Zheng Shiyi’s face didn’t know whether it was because of the injury or because of excessive blood loss.

“Death…die…”

Zheng Shiyi raised his head, his scarlet eyes shot out a fierce light that was completely different from what a human being should have. The last trace of reason was also completely dissipated by the hostility, and boundless hostility rose into the sky.

In an instant, the air around the entire arena seemed to be completely frozen under the influence of this hostile energy.

Even outside the ring, everyone around the ring felt the air around them sinking and their breathing became heavier.

Killing Battle Realm, the second floor!

Zheng Shiyi instinctively started the killing battle. In his dantian, the dark coffin vibrated gently. The frequency of the vibration was slight, but it was stronger than the previous vibration.

It seems that the coffin, which has gone through many years, is slowly moved away, and black shadows fly out one after another.

The black shadow flew out from Zheng Shiyi’s body, the air in the arena suddenly stagnant, and the endless dark, terrifying, and eerie aura instantly completely enveloped the entire arena.

Everyone below the arena, across the light curtain of the arena, suddenly felt a tingling in their scalps, and an instinctive horror rose from their hearts.

The faces of black resentful souls seem to be endless, constantly flying out, each representing a dead soul.

The dead souls that flew out seem to have exceeded ten thousand, and they are still flying out, constantly gathering together in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, these dead souls actually formed the appearance of nine gods of death.

Nine gods of death, each of which is composed of grimace, at first glance, it seems that countless dead souls are staring at him.

Even the death scythe in their hands is composed of dead souls.

The breath of death swept across the ring.

Yuan Wenyu looked at the nine dead souls, and suddenly felt a horrific feeling in the depths of his soul, a feeling of palpitations spreading from his body.

Dangerous, terrifyingly dangerous!

Yuan Wenyu instinctively had a feeling in his heart, a feeling that he would be torn apart alive by these nine resentful souls in the next moment. This feeling was so strong that it even made people feel that it was not just a feeling, but that it would really happen in the next moment.

“I admit defeat… I admit defeat!”

Yuan Wenyu shouted loudly towards the bottom of the ring.

As his voice fell, the shadows of the imperial city shadow guards flew up and flew down to Zheng Shiyi’s side, pinning Zheng Shiyi down again, giving him the shackles of that characteristic.

With the appearance of the shackles, in the air, the nine gods of death condensed by the resentful souls also dissipated, and they turned into one after another and flew back to the coffin.

Below the arena, everyone watching the battle listened to Yuan Wenyu’s voice of admitting defeat, but they were all puzzled.

“I admit defeat? What did I hear! Yuan Wenyu actually admitted defeat!”

“How could he admit defeat, then Zheng Shiyi was so injured that he even admitted defeat even though it seemed that he might fall down.”

“Just because Zheng Shiyi released his martial spirit . , Wuhun didn’t even attack, he didn’t even get hurt a little bit and he would admit defeat!”

“I’ve seen a lot of people who concede defeat, but they’ve all conceded from the very beginning, or they’ve been at a disadvantage. It’s the first time I’ve seen this. It’s obvious that you have the upper hand and you can win, but you have to admit defeat.”

“Instinct to win, but he has to admit defeat, I really don’t know what he thinks, what a good opportunity!”

Yuan Wenyu listened to the voices below that seemed to be blamed, looked down at the arena, and said with a serious face: “I am Those who came to participate in the Divine Marquis Conference, came to compete, but not to fight for life and death.”

After leaving a sentence, he jumped off the ring, glanced at Zheng Shiyi again, and then turned around and walked into the crowd.

On the high platform, General Si looked at Yuan Wenyu who was in the crowd with an ugly expression, and said with hatred: “What a waste of this talent. Such a timid heart, what a great deal.”

“General Si, you can’t let everyone You have the same rock-solid heart as you. In fact, I think Zheng Shiyi’s opponent in the next match is more in line with your appetite.” The man who had spoken to the four generals before pointed to two identical looking opponents at the bottom of the ring. The contestant said: “That guy named Zhan Ao is the disciple of the old man who is crazy.”

Among the crowd, two men wearing sleeveless clothes and showing two rock-like muscles looked in the direction of Zheng Shiyi, even if In the crowd, the two are still very conspicuous.

Just standing there, without even needing to speak, without any action, both of them exuded a terrifying arrogance, and everyone around them even consciously left a distance from the two of them.

The two people look exactly the same, and there is no difference at all. The only way to distinguish them is their clothes, one in black and the other in white.

“Little brother, forget it.” The man in white suddenly turned his head to look at Zhan Ao in black and said, “Don’t fight in the next match.”

“Give up?” Like a big insult, his eyes suddenly widened, and he glared at the man in white and shouted: “Zhan Kuang, why should I admit defeat? In this battle, I will win!”

When Zhan Ao was talking, it seemed that he was too angry, and a blue vein burst out on his forehead, and his eyes were staring at the position of Zhan Kuang’s chest, where there was his master’s tattoo, which represented the tattoo of the master’s direct line!

Inheritance, why is it that he is also a disciple of the master, so he can be named Kuangzi?

The master is an old man who is madly fighting, so everyone knows what it means.

Zhan Kuang, he got all this and became the master’s heir, just for one reason, because he was born earlier than himself.

But does he match this crazy word? Does he deserve the identity of the heir?

The real direct disciple should be himself.

This Shenhou Conference is an opportunity to prove himself, to prove that he is stronger than Zhan Kuang, and to prove that he should be this direct disciple!

Zhan Ao glanced at Zhan Kuang again, got up and walked towards the ring.

Zhan Kuang watched Zhan Ao leave, and sighed helplessly. When will he give up his obsession with his younger brother…

“In the sixth round, Zheng Shiyi vs. Zhan Ao, ring number seven!” The referee’s voice sounded again .

As the voice fell, Zhan Ao strode up to the top of the ring, just walking normally, but it seemed like he was fighting naked.

Zhan Ao walked to the ring and looked at Zheng Shiyi, who was being escorted onto the ring by the two imperial guards, he put his hands back and said proudly, “I know you can’t use your fists, so if that’s the case, then I will also Even

under the same circumstances, you are still not my opponent!”

Zheng Shiyi just stared at Zhan Ao with red eyes, as if he didn’t understand Zhan Ao’s words at all.

Below the arena, Zhan Kuang listened to Zhan Ao’s words, and his expression suddenly changed.

Around, many people were even more shocked.

“He’s going to tie his hands and fight Zheng Shiyi!”

“Although Zheng Shiyi was unable to swing his fist, even his entire body’s spiritual energy was affected, and his speed was much slower than before, but Zheng Shiyi has dual martial spirits.

This is already the sixth round, and in the previous five rounds, Zheng Shiyi was also unable to swing his fist. He won this battle. Can he do this?”

“Although he knew that the sixth round was already in progress and the rest were all masters, he still felt that this battle was crazy. What’s his origin?”

” Zhan Ao is the disciple of the old man who is crazy!” Someone in the crowd said Zhan Ao’s identity, and after a sentence fell, the doubts around him disappeared instantly.

Crazy old man, this is an existence that can be called an old man.

In the world, there are only ten people who can be called old people, such as the old man in chaos, the old man in the heart, and the old man in mad war. The ten old people are all terrifying.

Zhan Ao is the disciple of the old man who is crazy, so he naturally has conceited capital.

On the ring, the two Imperial City Shadow Guards were still the same as before. Once they took Zheng Shiyi’s shackles down, they dashed down immediately. I don’t know if it was an illusion, but their movements seemed to be a little more proficient than before.

The referee at the bottom of the ring is still the previous referee. Having learned the lesson from the previous game, he immediately shouted: “The competition begins!

” , the murderous aura in the body rose to the sky, and under the murderous aura, the power in the body that prevented him from throwing a fist and also affected his body was washed away a lot.

Taking a step forward, the speed is not sure how much faster than before. Under the sprint, there is even a string of afterimages in the air.

“Afterimage!”

“Zheng Shiyi’s speed has increased!”

“In the past, Zheng Shiyi’s speed was extremely slow, why did it suddenly become faster?”

“Could it be because of the killing battle and the demon?”

Below the ring, the crowd was full of people. He looked at Zheng Shiyi in surprise.

Zhan Kuang was no better than dodging, with his arms behind his back, he also charged straight in the direction of Zheng Shiyi.

The two of them, like sharp arrows shot by two siege crossbows, rushed towards each other, and behind them, smoke and dust continued to fly from the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the two faced each other.

Zheng Shiyi’s head slightly tilted back, and then he suddenly exerted force to smash Zhan Kuang heavily.

Zhan Kuang didn’t flinch, he also raised his head and slammed towards Zheng Shiyi’s head.

Ordinary black tortoise spirits are all cyan spirits, but his mysterious tortoise spirit is fiery red, and the flames of the tortoise shell seem to be completely condensed, and it looks very sturdy.

The heads of the two collided heavily, and in an instant, the fiery red black turtle Wuhu hid inside Zhan Kuang’s body.

[End of this Chapter]