Douluo blood duke

Chapter 125 Bloody Battle on the Isolated Island ([-])
"Can't be touched by him."

Immediately, a thought flashed through Zhang Heng's mind. He didn't know why he thought this way, but his sense of crisis told him that if he was touched, something terrible might happen.

But he didn't make any movements, because he could feel that now he was going left and right, going up to the sky and into the ground, and with the speed of that weird man, he could easily catch up.

He has never seen a person who can maintain a speed of one step per second in his slowed time and space, which is enough for him to understand how fast the other party can be under normal circumstances, which is a speed that he cannot cope with .

Soon, the other party came in front of him, raised his hand and slammed at his abdomen.

And at the moment when he shot, Zhang Heng's eyes narrowed slightly, and six soul rings were revealed behind him, one of which shone brightly.

"Blood Shadow Shunpo, move for me!"

In an instant, everything returned to normal.

The red devil who launched the surprise attack raised his arm flat, and the black light ball in his palm exploded instantly. For some unknown reason, it exploded like an ordinary bubble, without any abnormality.

The red devil's ferocious eyes gradually dissipated, and a trace of confusion quickly expanded.

But, before he had time to think about it, a piercing sound came from behind him, he turned around and crossed his arms to block in front of him, a huge and powerful fist hit his arms, blowing him away.

"so close!"

Obviously he was the winner, but Zhang Heng still said with emotion, he felt that if he hadn't dodged just now, he would probably be lying on the ground now, and his sense of crisis would not lie to him.

"Hey, who are you?"

A hoarse voice sounded like a thorn stuck in his throat came from the front. Zhang Heng looked up, and looked indifferently at the red-skinned humanoid monster who was flying a few meters away and slowly stood up from the ground. The other party moved slowly, as if the person who caught the glimpse of the shadows before was not him.

"You are the Red Devil!"

Zhang Heng didn't answer, looked at him, and asked loudly.

After a few seconds of silence, the Red Devil nodded and said, "Yes, who are you?"

"I come from Chuxi City, and Heishan asked me to bring you a sentence. It roughly means that the bed in the cell is big, the food is good, and the treatment is not bad. It's just a little lonely. He's not used to it. Look at me. Can I take you back and accompany him?"

Zhang Heng said with a smile on his face, he didn't know when he was holding a three-meter-long broad-bladed sword that was as tall as him in the palm of his hand. enemy.

"Chuxi City? Heishan and the others, damned trash, can't even do this little thing well."

The Red Devil gritted his teeth and snorted coldly, clenched his fists, and a fierce light appeared in his eyes.

I don't know if it's Zhang Heng's illusion, but he always feels that this guy doesn't take him seriously, as if he looks down on him, which makes him very upset.

He gripped the hilt of the sword, and a tendon on the back of his hand was protruding from too much force. He looked at the Red Devil solemnly, and the smile on his face disappeared.

"Stop talking nonsense, the Red Devil, since you admit it, let's capture it without a fight. If you surrender, you can still save your life. If you don't understand the reason and resist, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Zhang Heng uttered harsh words in a murderous spirit, but the Red Devil was unmoved, as if he was still angry that Heishan hadn't completed his confession.

"Damn guy, are you trying to piss me off? Hmph, you succeeded!"

Zhang Heng's face was cold, and there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Behind it, a round of spirit ring quietly emerged and shone slightly.

He understands that the opponent this time is not as weak as the opponents he has encountered in the past. He is so strong that he has no confidence in saying that he can defeat him. Therefore, Zhang Heng decided not to go back and forth with him. Going around, one shot, one blow is fatal.

The burning blood rage soul skill is activated.

The blood energy and blood in his body suddenly entered a state of boiling, the dark red skin of the whole body suddenly shone with a blood-red light, the waste blood energy in his body that lost energy was discharged from his pores, and the whole person was instantly wrapped in black mist live.

As if sensing Zhang Heng's change, the Red Devil turned his head and frowned slightly at Zhang Heng.

He gently raised his arm, and the eight-round spirit ring emerged from his body. A violent aura belonging to Contra, like a mountain torrent erupting, smashed towards Zhang Heng with unstoppable power.

But Zhang Heng was unmoved, his expression remained the same, except for the tighter grip on the sword in his hand, there was no other change.

Seeing this scene, the Red Devil didn't wait any longer. He withdrew his momentum and raised his arms flat, palms facing the sky. A black ball of light floated out of his palm. When it was about the size of an egg, he suddenly grabbed it, and the black light came out of it. It shines through the gap between his palms.

As for him, his originally haggard body collided quickly as if he had been inflated with air. After a while, he had turned into a monster with the same height as Zhang Heng and thick muscles.

The black robe on his body was torn apart by his rapidly growing body and turned into silk. Simply, he grabbed the remnant cloth and gently pulled it, revealing his powerful body.

Looking at the red devil who only had a pair of baggy shorts to hide his shame, Zhang Heng secretly slandered.

"This guy doesn't usually wear such wide pants, he doesn't think it's too big."

The Red Devil naturally didn't know what was going on in Zhang Heng's mind, and he wasn't interested in knowing. When Zhang Heng raised his head, his fists were already clenched, and then...
Bang.

Roaring thunder emanated from the junction between the fist and the blade, and the sound wave shook the surrounding air.

"Good guy, so fast."

Zhang Heng sighed inwardly. With a twist of his wrist, the berserk force gathered on his arm, he pushed forward, and after pushing the opponent away, he raised the big sword above his head and slashed downward.

The Red Devil was not flustered either. After being pushed away by Zhang Heng, he quickly adjusted his body and punched out again.

The two forces collided again in the air, and the ground under the feet of the two sides was cracked like two huge nets due to the collision of huge forces.

"it is good."

Zhang Heng's strength was fully aroused at this moment, and the blood in his body was surging, but the blade in his hand seemed to be in the way. He threw the sword aside, and clenched his fists to wrestle with the red devil.

This move of his seemed to be exactly what the Red Devil wanted, and the Red Devil also stepped forward to fight him.

This is very strange. The reason why Zhang Heng gave up the Blood Shadow Sword and his soul skills to fight with his body is because the effects of the Blood Shadow Sword and fists seem to be not much different. The speed of the opponent is too fast, and he is not sure that he can successfully use the sword skills. Or hit the soul skill, so he thought to go forward and fight with him for a while, to wear down the opponent's physical strength, he was still very confident in the endurance of his blood demon martial soul.

But he was still a little worried, worried that the Red Devil would take advantage of his speed to distance himself from him and fly his kite.

But the enemy seems very confident.

"This guy!"

After being punched hard by the Red Devil, Zhang Heng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then turned around and punched the opponent hard in the face.

Bang.

Snapped.

drink.

what.

The constant sounds of fist-to-flesh clashing resounded in the open space, and the simple yet fierce battle continued.

(End of this chapter)