I lived two hundred years

Chapter 425 Rose
Wu Yutang suddenly felt a guilty conscience when he was watched by Heithorn.

He didn't recognize Shen Lang before, but when Heiji mentioned "that traitor", he remembered Shen Lang's identity.

As a low-level corpse clan, Wu Yutang didn't care too much about Shen Lang's identity as a "traitor", but it was difficult to explain why he took him to find another second generation.

He didn't want to get involved with the "traitor" somehow.

"Master Black Thorn, in Xiawu Yutang, he is the new 'scavenger'."

In any case, it is wrong to ignore a second-generation problem.

Wu Yutang quickly restrained his mind and spoke respectfully.

"So it's you." Heithorn nodded, looking unpredictable.

Wu Yutang's heart trembled, and he said hastily: "Sir Shen Lang has an order, let me send him a battle card. I am just a junior, so I dare not violate it. I hope you will forgive me for disturbing Mr. Heithorn."

"Battle post?" Heithorn looked at Shen Lang strangely, "What do you want to do?"

"Challenge you." Shen Lang said with a smile, "Can the battle post be used for other things?"

"Are you finally going to stretch out your minions to the corpse race? A traitor." Black Thorn's eyes turned cold, surrounded by black energy, manifesting black thorns one after another.

"Don't put it so harshly. I'm just upholding the concept of friendly exchanges, and I want to learn from you, compare them, and rank them." Shen Lang smiled lightly.

"Traitor! What gave you such confidence to come and provoke me?" Blackthorn shouted angrily, a black thorn shot out, leaving a bloodstain on Shen Lang's face, "Could it be that ridiculous '24 people' name?"

"It's easy to break through my defense, your attack power is very strong." Shen Lang touched his cheek, his smile became brighter, "However, the stronger you are, the happier I am. I will use your failure to achieve mine prestige."

"Insanity!"

Heithorn narrowed his eyes, his scholarly spirit disappeared, and his murderous intent surged to the sky.

As soon as the killing intent moved, countless black thorns flew around, sealing off all Shen Lang's escape routes.

"Let me see if your black thorn is indestructible, or my fist is unstoppable."

Shen Lang raised his fist, the rules of strength rioted, and the fist that smashed everything slammed out.

Strong against strong, hard against hard.

Shen Lang's fist collided with the thorns of the black thorn, and it was hard to tell the winner.

The incomparable black thorns can only be smashed into pieces in front of the fist that crushes everything.

However, the punch that can completely shatter the opponent's whole body by attacking a little bit has no effect on the black thorn, and can only shatter a small piece of thorn each time.

For a while, no one could do anything to anyone.

Xu Xianghe was not surprised by this, but Wu Yutang's eyes widened.

Although Shen Lang and Black Thorn are both second-generation corpse clans, Shen Lang is only over 200 years old, and Black Thorn is at least over 2000 years old.

According to the principle that strength is equal to age, their strength should differ by ten times.

But now, it is an even situation.

How could Wu Yutang not be shocked.

"Is this the power of a practitioner?" Wu Yutang thought, looking at Xu Xianghe.

He has always known that human practitioners can catch up with some long-standing corpses with a short period of practice.

It's just that he didn't have a clear concept, and only regarded it as background information, thinking that only low-level corpses would do this.

Unexpectedly, such a thing is also the same in the high-level corpse race.

"Should I also try to cultivate?"

Wu Yutang's imagination was running wild.

Corpse tribes generally do not practice, relying entirely on the accumulation of time, at most exercise the use of blood.

After all, sleeping can improve one's strength, so why bother to practice so hard?

Wu Yutang thought so before, but now, there is a slight change.

While Wu Yutang was thinking, the battle between Shen Lang and Black Thorn changed again.

"Hundred times? The fist that crushes everything!"

Shen Lang operated the two-world time-space law, borrowed power from his past and future self, and blasted a blow that was far beyond ordinary.

No matter how strong the black thorns were, they had no choice but to encounter such a powerful punch. They shattered one after another, allowing Shen Lang to go on a rampage.

"This is your confidence? Not enough!"

Heithorn opened his hands, like a black cross, hanging high in the sky.

Countless black thorns spread out from the darkness on his body, pushing back against Shen Lang with a thousand times force.

"Black Thorn Garden, Praise of Blood!"

Blossoming bloody roses bloomed on the black thorns, like a tribute to life, emitting a hot brilliance.

Shen Lang's figure was instantly submerged in endless bright red.

It is the red of blood, and it is also the red of death.

What really kills the black thorns is the red flower.

What kind of expressions will those people who have not had time to see this beautiful scene and are under the black thorns know?

"Shen Lang!"

Seeing the scene in front of him, even Xu Xianghe, who had great confidence in Shen Lang, couldn't help but feel palpitations.

Blackthorn's strength is so naked, without any cover.

Xu Xianghe could clearly feel the shock.

Even Shen Lang might not be able to survive such an attack.

"Sure enough, there is still a gap. In 2000, it is not so easy to catch up." Wu Yutang is not too surprised, but slightly disappointed.

He thought he could see miracles.

"Since a hundred times is not enough, then a thousand times, ten thousand times. Blackthorn, defeat me!"

With a roar, a figure rushed out from the bloody rose, punching the black thorn.

The rules of strength condensed into one point, emitting a strange light on Shen Lang's fist.

That's the black light.

Perhaps, that is not the light, but the residue left after the light was swallowed.

"Overrun? Fist that crushes everything!"

The ultimate power erupted suddenly, black light passed, and everything disappeared.

The whole world instantly lost a corner.

This is the real handicap.

Under Shen Lang's punch, both the folding space and the real world lost part forever.

Even with the mighty power of the Dao of Heaven, it is not a matter of a day or two to repair this kind of trauma.

Such power has reached the limit that the real world can tolerate.

The majesty of the way of heaven came faintly, and the slightest rule was distorted, which repelled Shen Lang.

"The black thorn is... dead?"

Looking at the instant reversal of the battle situation, Wu Yutang felt that the whole world was about to collapse.

"Not at all." Shen Lang turned his head and looked towards a corner.

There, there is a black thorn twisting.

Being watched by Shen Lang, the black thorn burst instantly, and a figure emerged from it, it was the black thorn.

However, there was no change on his surface, but his aura fell to the bottom.

Even Wu Yutang felt that he could compete with the current black thorn.

Of course, he won't do that.

Regardless of whether this feeling is true or not, there is no need for him to do so.

It's just that he didn't intend to attack the black thorn, but the black thorn stared at him.

Shen Lang's move just now was too powerful, and the black thorn was destroyed by relying on the zombie body that had been honed to the extreme in 2000 years, and he returned to before liberation.

At this time, he was as fragile as when he just became a corpse clan.

But after all, it's not back then.

With the accumulation of these years, he only needs to absorb a large amount of blood essence to recover quickly.

There is no more suitable target than Wu Yutang.

(End of this chapter)