Douluo blood duke

Chapter 69 Genius Training Program, Third Round: Uncle?
Surrounded by black mist, Zhang Heng looked at the blade less than a foot away from his face, and the time and space in front of him gradually slowed down.

He is actually very puzzled about the slowing down of time and space. Since childhood, whenever he encounters a life-threatening danger, he will fall into such a state, but now is not the time to talk about it.

He dodged in a hurry, and then looked at the weird blade, which was wrapped in black mist, and the churning movement also slowed down. After Zhang Heng looked carefully, he was shocked. In the black mist, he saw Some transparent shards, and white light shards, are so tiny that you can't see them clearly unless you look closely.

After a few glances, he seemed to understand what those fragments were.

What is transparent is air, and what is white is light.

"This black mist is devouring light and air."

Zhang Heng looked at the fragments of different sizes on it, and such an absurd idea was born in his mind.

Time returned to normal, he staggered his position, let go of the blood shadow sword that had been chopped into pieces, and Tyrant Saber Douluo and his long knife were also taken away by the galloping black horse.

After landing on the ground and rolling a few times to relieve his strength, Zhang Heng stood up and looked at Ba Dao Douluo over there.

Ba Saber Douluo slowly turned around while holding the horse rope, his face was gloomy, and his eyes seemed to be burning with flames.

"Bastard, didn't you agree, don't hide?"

"You kid, you backtracked on what you said, and your surname is Zhang in vain."

"Hmph, since that's the case, then it's not my fault for being rude."

Looking at his dark face that was about to drip ink, Zhang Heng frowned wildly.

"I'm stupid, if the knife was really hard to take just now, I'm not finished, but what should I do now, he seems to be angry, and I don't have enough blood to condense a blood shadow sword that is the same as the one just now , damn it."

He took back the blood shadow sword that fell on the ground, roughly estimated the remaining blood in his body, and found that most of it was gone. If he wanted to condense another blood shadow sword with the same quality as before, he would probably need krypton blood, but that would Let the body's ability to respond to decline, not worth it.

"Now we can only see if there is a way to avoid his next attack. He is just a remnant soul, and it is impossible to have the strength to unleash a powerful attack."

Zhang Heng thought so, his eyes narrowed slightly, his body squatted down slightly, and he made a ready posture to dodge.

As for Naha Dao Douluo, watching his movements, his complexion changed, and he burst into anger. He took off his crown, shook his fluffy and loose long hair, and held up his long-handled broadsword interlaced with black and blue, and behind him were two black lines. The soul ring lights up at the same time.

A round of black light burst out from his body, sweeping across the entire arena in just a second.

But before he could react, Zhang Heng, who was swept by the black light circle, felt that his body was heavy and his waist was about to be bent. He looked at the ground and saw several black ribbons spreading from his feet, and they were tightly entwined in an instant. around his waist.

Ahhhhh!
When Zhang Heng was thinking about how to break free from this bondage, in front of him, thunderous roars came from Ba Dao Douluo's mouth, and the sound waves were like waves, shaking Zhang Heng's consciousness a little bit.

When he focused his gaze again, he saw Tyrannical Sword Douluo standing on the ground, the black horse disappeared, his hair mixed with his long beard, and the waves of air formed by the violent momentum emanating from his body flew around. Fei Wu, looking at his raised arms again, Zhang Heng's heart felt cold in an instant.

"It's over, it's probably really gone now."

"Sister Mia, Grandpa Zhang Meng, father, mother, I have tried my best."

Tears flickered in the corners of Zhang Heng's eyes. He raised his head and looked up at the huge blade with a length of [-] meters. Two kinds of light, black and blue, twined and intersected on it. When it touched the blade, it was cut open by its unparalleled sharpness.

Coupled with the domineering arrogance that is getting thicker and thicker, as thick as a mountain and as vast as the sky, Zhang Heng feels that there are a lot of things around him, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"hateful!"

Zhang Heng's eyes were red, and he reached out to pull the black lines around his waist, but when his arm touched the lines, the lines followed his fingers like a living thing, binding his arms as well.

Now, like a dead fish on the cutting board, he can only helplessly wait for the blade to fall.

"It's over, it's really over now."

Zhang Heng said softly in disappointment, the blood in his eyes receded, and a trace of decadence appeared on his face.

blow.

Under the giant blade, Ba Dao turned the handle, and the giant blade made a muffled sound. It hadn't moved yet, but Zhang Heng already felt his body being cut open by it.

He closed his eyes, gave up all resistance, and Ba Dao's excited and angry voice sounded beside his ears.

"Suffer to death."

Call ~
The giant blade slashed down, and the huge blasting sound created by cutting the air poured into Zhang Heng's ears.

Zhang Heng frowned. Although he gave up resisting, anyone would resist the fact that he was cut in half. He subconsciously tightened his body, preparing to resist the pain of splitting his body, but
Keng.

Just when Zhang Heng thought he was going to die and gave up the fight, a coquettish golden light flew out of the darkness and hovered over his head, and when the big knife fell, the golden light figure did not avoid it, but raised its hand to face him. He waved his fist and blasted away.

Hearing the sound of the collision, Zhang Heng didn't feel any pain. He opened his eyes immediately, and subconsciously raised his head to look in the direction of the airflow. Broadsword.

"Zhang Chaotian, you dare to ruin my good deeds."

Seeing that his blade was blocked, Naha Dao screamed angrily.

Amidst his howling sound, cracks spread rapidly from the point where the giant blade in his hand collided with the golden figure, followed by a sound like glass falling to the ground, and the blade shattered into pieces. Thousands of fragments fell from the sky, turning into dots of starlight and disappearing on the way.

"You Zhang Chaotian, you...are not following the rules."

Ba Saber Douluo put away the blade that had returned to its original shape, pointed at the figure floating in the air, and said angrily with some fear.

"rule?"

A disdainful voice sounded from the air.

"I'm just the rules, hurry up, or don't blame me for destroying you, leaving you without even this remnant soul."

"you."

Ba Dao Douluo trembled all over, and said with a low voice: "Okay, okay, I'll see how you explain when Zhu Li asks, hum."

After a cold snort, Tyrannical Saber Douluo turned his head and rushed into the darkness, with hasty steps, he didn't dare to turn his head.

"Greedy for life and afraid of death, every kind of coward."

The figure floating in the air said in a cold voice, Na Ba Dao Douluo's body trembled, and he quickened his pace a little, knowing that he was not in the darkness, Zhang Heng released the shackles on his body.

"You are."

Zhang Heng looked at the person in front of him.

Short blond hair is fluffy and slightly curly, brown and slender eyes with bewitching eyes, charming face, seven feet tall, and a strong figure, with naked upper body muscles and knotted muscles, and lower body only wearing a knee-length He was wearing shorts, and a pair of bat wings flew towards him slowly flapping behind him.

Although he is very handsome, in line with the basic characteristics of Zhang Heng's family, and his surname is Zhang, but Zhang Heng can probably be sure that he has nothing to do with him.

Because, he exudes a coquettish temperament, how could there be such a coquettish person in the Zhang family.

"Hey, your name is Zhang Heng, right?"

The naked man named Zhang Chaotian floated in front of Zhang Heng, smiling and looking down at Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng looked at him vigilantly and asked, "Who are you, how do you know my name?"

"Who am I? Well, according to seniority, you should call me uncle. As for your name, I just know it. Guess why."

Zhang Chaotian said with a smile.

"Uncle."

Zhang Heng showed puzzled eyes, then shook his head, and said, "No, I remember that when I was young, my grandfather told me that our Zhang family has a single lineage, how could there be any uncle, who are you?"

"Hahaha."

Zhang Chaotian put his hips on his hips, raised his head and laughed a few times, and then said, "Like, really like, you and your father are so similar, even the tone of your words is the same."

"Don't change the subject, who are you?"

"Little ghost, let me tell you, I am indeed your uncle, but your father and I are not biological brothers. I can be regarded as his cousin. As for you... Alas, these relationships are a bit messy. I will explain it to you when I have time." Now, let's talk about something important."

Zhang Chaotian looked at Zhang Heng seriously and said.

"whats the matter."

Zhang Heng remained vigilant and looked at him.

He smiled slightly and said: "It's very simple, you didn't come here for some kind of trial, I'm afraid there are other purposes."

"what!"

Zhang Heng was startled, and thought to himself: "Could it be that he also knows about the inheritance? In that case, he may really be my uncle, but it's not right. Could it be that grandpa lied to me, or that he is an old man?"

He thought for a while, and in his memory, the upright grandpa who left home when he was about two years old and disappeared so far, shook his head.

On the other side, Zhang Chaotian didn't know what Zhang Heng was thinking, but he waved his hand and walked up to Zhang Heng holding something.

Zhang Heng glanced at Zhang Chaotian who was walking towards him, and took a step back before seeing the things in his hands.

It was a black tooth, with a faint greasy radiance on its surface, and a few wisps of dark purple floating beside it, and the evil mist could be felt with the naked eye.

"what is this."

he asked cautiously.

"Here's what you're looking for, Devil Fang."

"Take it."

Hearing what he said, Zhang Heng stretched out his hand to touch it lightly, and picked it up when he felt that it was all right, but when he picked it up, Zhang Heng felt that a suction force was born out of thin air in his body, sucking it into his palm .

He panicked for a moment, not knowing what to do.

Zhang Chaotian looked at him, sighed in relief and said, "You are so talented to be accepted by Devil's Fang so quickly, seeing you."

"At this time, what's going on."

Zhang Heng touched his chest. After a brief panic, he immediately checked his body, only to find that he could feel the devil's fang and control it, so he didn't panic anymore.

"The devil's fang is something that only members of the Zhang family can touch, so it is actually very simple to prove whether there is Zhang's blood."

"Call it out."

Zhang Chaotian spread his hands and said to Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng hesitated for a moment, but still called out the devil's tooth and called it into Zhang Chaotian's palm.

I saw that the devil's fang was absorbed into Zhang Chaotian's body when it touched Zhang Chaotian's palm.

"Look, I didn't lie to you, I'm really your uncle."

After a while, Zhang Chaotian called out the Devil's Fang again, handed it to Zhang Heng's palm, and said with a smile.

Zhang Heng looked down at the devil's fang in the palm of his hand, which had established a relationship with him, and then raised his head and asked Zhang Chaotian.

"Then why are you here? I've never heard anyone mention you."

"About this matter, we have to start talking about it a long time ago."

(End of this chapter)