Douluo blood duke

Chapter 135 The Power of the Holy Sword
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The low sound of metal clashing resounded in the air.

Zhang Heng raised his sword forward to block the black-robed man who was attacking across the air, turned around and made a downward strike, split the black-robed man who was sneaking up from the right, stomped his feet, took off, kicked his thigh like a whip, and after a muffled sound , the black-robed man who was pushed away and then turned around and slashed back flew out, his head tilted, and his saliva flew wildly. It was obvious that the kick directly hit his head just now, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

After landing smoothly, Zhang Heng opened his posture and let go of his remaining energy. Zhang Heng's sharp eyes swept over Yin Ming who was holding a golden long sword, the man in black who was guarding him, and the man in black who was sent flying by him. , involuntarily frowned slightly between the brows.

"How about it, my Emperor's Holy Sword, isn't it bad?"

Yin Ming unfolded the paper fan in his hand and covered his face, his eyes were full of smiles.

He stood there from the very beginning without moving a step, and they seemed to be in a bad situation now, but his expression told others that they seemed to be winning, and Zhang Heng was now being suppressed by them.

Looking into his smiling eyes, Zhang Heng recalled what happened 2 minutes ago in his mind.

Two minutes ago, the golden long sword in Yin Ming's hand was finally formed into a weapon. The silver sword body, gold hilt, and gem accessories, at first glance, are dazzling and very attractive.

But Zhang Heng didn't pay attention to the sharp sword in his hand, and turned his head to look at it, because in his eyes, which could feel resentment, the thing Yin Ming was holding in his hand was not much cleaner than the sewer.

He looked away at the referee who was hiding under the ring. Seeing him still folded his arms and watching with cold eyes, Zhang Heng also understood something in his heart.

And just when Zhang Heng turned his head, three screams rang out from his ears. Along with the exclamation of the audience, Zhang Heng turned his head, and saw Yin Ming stabbing the sword into the people standing in front of him one by one. The three of them were drawing their swords to wipe the blood.

When no one understood what happened, the three people who were lying on the ground staggered to their feet, and an aura erupted from their bodies, which was more fierce and powerful than before.

After that, they turned into painless and irrational monsters, attacking Zhang Heng again and again. Zhang Heng was merciless, and the blade in his hand kept stabbing and hacking, but it was useless. Touching their bodies is like chopping iron with a kitchen knife, leaving no trace.

Seeing the doubt in Zhang Heng's eyes, Yin Ming smiled, lowered his voice, and said to Zhang Heng: "To tell you the truth, my Emperor's Holy Sword can give me the power, speed, and defense of my subjects. servants of the

"Oh, you don't know what a subject is, do you? Let me explain it to you. People who are killed by me will become my subjects, and I think you will also be willing to become my subjects."

"Right."

A morbid smile appeared on Yin Ming's face. He looked at Zhang Heng with unrepressed greed in his eyes after all.

Being watched by him, Zhang Heng suddenly felt like he was being treated as a prey, which made him very distressed.

"Subjects, bestow physical fitness!"

He looked at the black-robed man who stood up from the ground as if he was okay after being hit by him, and muttered to himself.

"So, you'd better surrender quickly, stop struggling, it's useless, with my blessing, they are invincible to you."

"Oh, yeah."

Zhang Heng raised his head to look at Yin Ming, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and said, "If this is the case, then I have to use [-]% of my strength."

"Ok?"

Yin Ming was taken aback for a moment, and then said coldly: "He's still stubborn when he's about to die, you guys fuck me, I want to see how long he can last."

When his voice blurted out, three shadows from different angles flew across the air.

I have to marvel at the abnormality of Yin Ming's martial soul. Before, the actions of the six of them seemed like thunder in the eyes of others, but in Zhang Heng's eyes, they were like a slide show.

But now, he felt that his eyes could not keep up.

However, it doesn't matter anymore, he doesn't have to capture their movements anymore.

Zhang Heng took a deep breath, and the Blood Shadow Sword in his hand turned into blood and was sucked into his body. Then he slowly closed his eyes, spread his legs apart, made a fist with his left hand, with the palm facing upwards, and pressed against his abdomen, while his right hand was raised flat, with the palm facing forward.

Suddenly, he heard a slight sound of wind coming in front of him. He moved his footsteps, his right foot grasped the ground, and then he took a big step forward with his left foot, and then the fist at his waist slammed out.

At this moment, [-]% of his body's strength was concentrated on his arms, and his fists blasted out, driving the power to pour out, and the violent power turned into fist strength through the fists and entered the air.

The air was pressed by the strength of his fist, and a huge white fist was pushed forward horizontally.

Bang.

There was a loud explosion, and the audience saw a black shadow appearing in front of the fist print.

But before they could pay attention to the situation of the person who was blown away by the fist mark, a thunderous thunder rang in their ears, and he hurriedly turned his head to look at the person who made the sound.

Zhang Heng's face was flushed, his veins were bulging, he was half squatting, and his fist was blowing downwards. Under his fist, there was another man in black robe. His fist hit the face of the man in black robe. The strength of the fist hits the stone of the ring through the head.

Click.

A crisp sound came from under the head of the black-robed man, and the sound had not yet disappeared. Zhang Heng raised his fist, and the other fist he had already prepared suddenly slammed down again, bowing left and right, and the sound of cracking continued.

A few seconds later, Zhang Heng, who had punched a hundred punches, straightened up, his face was covered with sweat, and his eyes gleamed with a cold light.

Looking at the ground again, he saw that the head of the man in black robe had already been smashed into the stone pit on the ground, leaving his body alone, motionless.

bang.

The huge explosion sound spread out in all directions along with the wind and waves. The audience turned their heads and saw that the person who was blown away by the punch had already turned into a blood mist, not to mention life, not even a piece of complete flesh and blood remained.

"Ah!!! Go to hell!"

An angry roar came from Zhang Heng's back, and a black robe appeared out of thin air. He held a knife with both hands and slashed towards Zhang Heng's head. When the blade touched Zhang Heng's hair, Zhang Heng still didn't look back.

"Successful?"

"he died."

Different conjectures about Zhang Heng's ending were born in everyone's minds, but with a pleasant jingle, all conjectures were overturned.

Zhang Heng turned his head slowly, looked indifferently at the man in black robe who was still holding a knife behind his back, and asked calmly.

"Why did you sneak up on me!"

Gollum.

That swallowed, his eyes showed a fierce look, and he yelled.

"Yaaaaa!!!"

The blade stabbed out and stopped half a centimeter away from Zhang Heng's clothes.

He struggled to break free from Zhang Heng's arm, but he couldn't move as if he was caught in steel clamps.

"Why did you sneak up on me?"

Zhang Heng asked again with a calm face.

The man broke free a few times, sneered at Zhang Heng pretending to be calm, and then said very arrogantly: "I am willing, you let go, anyway, with the blessing of the young master, you can't kill me, hurry up."

He stopped in the middle of his speech, because he didn't see the blood mist on the edge of the ring and the headless partner behind Zhang Heng.

It's a pity that it's too late, his words have already been spoken, and everyone is responsible for what they say, and he is no exception.

Zhang Heng made a slight move, the hand holding his wrist suddenly increased his strength, and under the screams of pain from the other party, he crushed his wrist like pinching tofu.

"Ah~!"

Heipao grabbed his broken arm and yelled like the one before, but his yelling time was much shorter, because after he yelled a few times, Zhang Heng stepped forward and stuffed his hand into his mouth, Then he slapped him on the chin, helped him close his mouth, and then made up two punches on his chest and abdomen.

When he bowed his waist and covered his chest, he took a step back, raised his right leg high, and dropped it suddenly.

Snapped.

The egg falls to the ground and the egg liquid disperses.

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After doing all this, Zhang Heng twisted his shoulders, relaxed his tense muscles, and then turned around to look at the dumbfounded Yin Ming, just like the audience, and said with a chuckle on his face: "How about it? Is there an invincible move, show me your hands, I haven't even warmed up yet."

Yin Ming put away his expression, pursed his lips, clapped his palms, and said in his mouth: "Wonderful, wonderful, so wonderful, I am more and more interested in you, Zhang Heng."

"I'm starting to feel a little bit reluctant to kill you, Zhang Heng. I can give you a chance to be my living subject like these six people before. How about surrendering?"

Zhang Heng's expression froze. He thought that the other party was an auxiliary soul master, and he was going to wait for the other party to be afraid of begging for mercy, let him see his crooked mouth and smile, and then kill him, but he didn't expect that the other party really had tricks , and it didn't look like a joke, which made him a little unhappy.

"If you have moves, use them quickly, don't talk so much nonsense."

"Okay, okay, you forced me."

A bright light flashed in Yin Ming's eyes. He raised the Emperor's Holy Sword in his hand, chanting incomprehensible incantations, and a faint blue light flickered on the tip of his sword.

Ten seconds later, the entire body of the sword, which was originally shining with golden light, was shrouded in a faint blue halo, and Yin Ming's aura became extremely cold, not like a living person.

Zhang Heng frowned slightly, he didn't know what the other party meant by this move.

"What's the situation? It's terrible."

"What is that guy named Yin Ming doing? It's so cold."

"Hey, look over there!"

Someone in the auditorium yelled, panicked, as if they saw something terrible, and those who heard the sound looked in the direction he pointed.

Seeing six transparent human-shaped shadows emerging from the six corpses on the ring, they walked straight towards Yin Ming with expressionless faces.

At this time, Yin Ming put down the sword in his hand, which had a sudden change in style and looked cold, and pointed it obliquely at the ground. In the center of the hilt in his hand, a light blue gemstone turned into turquoise, and clusters of cyan The light shot out from it, revolved around his body, and then entered his body.

"That's it, evil soul master!"

Finally, after the six transparent figures turned into a ball of green light and entered Yin Ming's body, a knowledgeable person saw his identity and shouted loudly.

His voice spread, causing a wave of panic to erupt in the audience.

Because the royal family of the Star Luo Empire suppressed the influence of the Spirit Hall in the territory, the propaganda about the horror of evil soul masters was also spread among the people of the Star Luo Empire. For Yin Ming's obvious evil means, everyone who opened their eyes would be surprised. I can see it, and this is what Zhang Heng doesn't understand.

"Hey, referee, as an elder from Wuhun City, if you see an evil spirit master, why don't you make a move?"

Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows and looked at the referee who was still holding his arms, and asked with a smile.

Kaie lowered his arms, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, he was about to go on stage, when a voice came to his ears.

"Don't do it, he's mine!"

(End of this chapter)