I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

Face Zhang Heng with a shot.

The boy was still calm, sitting on the only chair in the room.

He just glanced at Zhang Heng casually, then took out another folding fan of the same style from the storage bag.

Then he stretched out his right hand and fluttered towards Zhang Heng's spear.

A person who has just condensed a sea of ​​anger, although he has some talent for bodybuilding, the time for his unique practice is too short.

A shot shot by such a person, is it necessary for him to deal with it with all his might?

In less than a year, he was promoted to the genius of the disciple of the outer courtyard.

Now his realm has reached the first-grade Consummation of Qi Refining, and his unique skills have also been completed.

Such strength, how can a freshman be able to contend.

The voices of people around him also confirmed his thoughts.

"Zhang Heng is too presumptuous! Relying on his strong physique, he dare to be defiant."

"He has just gathered his qi, and he has only practiced his utmost knowledge for three to five days. What strength can he have against Senior Brother Xiao Luo?"

"There are always people overwhelmingly who want to be a car!"

As everyone talked, the young man called Senior Brother Xiao Luo could not help but a faint conceited smile appeared on his face.

At this time, Brother Xiao Luo's folding fan in his hand collided with Zhang Heng's gun.

The conceited smile on his face disappeared instantly.

"This energy is so strong!"

Frowning, he wants to retract the folding fan in his hand.

But at this moment, there was a soft "puff" sound.

In the soft sound, Zhang Heng's pure vitality spit out slightly.

That exquisite folding fan has been shrouded by the three kinds of strength of thorn strength, spin strength and tremor strength at the same time.

Under the power of "Overlord Spear"'s first trick, Wuji, instantly turned into fly ash.

The crowd watching outside the door was suddenly stunned.

"what happened?"

"Why is Brother Xiao Luo's folding fan missing?"

"Is it put away?"

Others can be in a daze, but Brother Xiao Luo can't. Zhang Heng's "Wuji" shot is still stabbing.

Already close at hand.

"interesting."

Brother Xiao Luo's face finally became more serious.

He stood up suddenly.

I don't know when, there is already a sword in his hand.

A sword that is as bright as blood.

The sword is slender, eight feet seven.

But it was slender, only one finger wide.

The shape of the sword is very special, forked at the tip of the sword, like the forked tongue of a poisonous snake.

The sword itself is like a red snake.

When the long sword appeared, someone suddenly shouted: "Red practice blood sword!"

"This is Brother Xiao Luo's original soldier."

"This Yuan soldier is a yellow-level high-grade weapon, cutting iron like mud, and ordinary standard weapon blades can't compete at all!"

"Brother Xiao Luo actually took out his own soldiers!"

"It seems that Brother Xiao Luo is coming for real."

Senior Brother Xiao Luo shook his hand with the red-practised blood sword, and the red sword was really like a red-practised snake, twisted and coiled, and instantly entangled Zhang Heng's iron spear.

With a click.

The bifurcated tip of the Chi Li blood sword happened to bite Zhang Heng's gun sharply.

"It's over."

Brother Xiao Luo looked at Zhang Heng opposite, and said coldly.

While speaking, he waved his right hand holding the sword again.

In the next instant, Brother Xiao Luo's face changed again.

His face became cold, his eyebrows frowned, and the unhappiness in his heart had reached its peak.

He thought that this time, with his strength up to the first-grade consummation realm, even if he didn't use his full strength, it would be enough to wring the iron spear in Zhang Heng's hand.

Even Zhang Heng was severely injured by him, smashed into the house, was thrown out, lying on the ground in embarrassment, waiting for him to trample on Zhang Heng's disgusting face fiercely with his boots.

Just like when he trampled on Zhang Heng's companion Li Qi.

However, everything that was expected did not happen.

Zhang Heng actually resisted, a powerful blow from Senior Brother Xiao Luo's first-grade consummation state.

Moreover, Zhang Heng's gun was still not stopped.

Zhang Heng's shot is still stabbing.

There was a sharp ding.

Zhang Heng's gun has been stabbed.

His gun is so fast.

Brother Xiao Luo had no time to escape, he had only time to block the spine of the Scarlet Blood Sword in front of Zhang Heng's spear.

The iron spear slammed into Senior Brother Xiao Luo's body through the Scarlet Blood Sword.

Although a lot of energy has been resolved by the Red Training Blood Sword.

But what he hadn't expected at all was that even greater strength slammed into him.

There is no time to run the gas sea to resist.

Brother Xiao Luo's body was shocked to rise from the ground, and quickly backed away.

He felt his back hit the back wall.

He felt relieved immediately.

As long as the back wall can block for a moment, his sea of ​​qi can condense enough vitality to counter Zhang Heng's long spear.

However, in front of Zhang Heng's masterful skill, the back wall of the strongest of all the small wooden houses here has also become thin paper, and it is impossible to resist Zhang Heng at all.

"Hey!"

The back wall of the strongest cabin exploded, exploding a funny human-shaped gap.

Zhang Heng was standing in the gap of the human figure, and he did not continue to shoot.

There was a steep **** in front of him.

Zhang Heng looked down without expression.

The seabuckthorn bushes under the steep **** struggled with a figure.

It was the brother Xiao Luo who was shot by Zhang Heng and fell into the bushes under the hillside.

Brother Xiao Luo stood up in a panic.

The Ropa on his head has been lost, and his hair is tangled by the mountain breeze.

The snow-white gown on his body was also torn by the debris of the back wall, and it was stained by the sand under the hillside.

He was like a **** that was defeated.

Senior Brother Xiao Luo's face became sullen and cold, and he stared fiercely at Zhang Heng above him.

No longer the personable demeanor.

The people around stared at everything silently.

Seeing that Brother Xiao Luo, who was just like a handsome noble son, has now become as embarrassed as a beggar.

Many people opened their mouths, but didn't know what to say.

What happened in this moment has exceeded the limit of their comprehension.

The fledgling freshmen, with one move, repelled the talented brothers in the outer courtyard.

Such things have never appeared in their daydreams.

"Damn you!"

Down the hillside, Senior Brother Xiao Luo clenched the Chi practice blood sword, his eyes were gloomy, and he stared at Zhang Heng like a poisonous snake: "I will make you regret everything you did just now?"

"I will make you pay!"

Zhang Heng looked at each other blankly: "You should pay the price."

Looking back at Li Qi, who was struggling to sit up in a pool of blood, and was barely smiling at him in order to make him feel at ease.

Watching his tortured face deformed like a ghost.

Watching his twisted and broken arms and hands.

Zhang Heng's eyes were cold.

He stared at Brother Xiao Luo, walked out of the wooden house, and walked towards Senior Brother Xiao Luo step by step.

With every step he took, the fighting spirit in his body became stronger.

"I really thought you could beat me?"

"I will let you know what kind of chasm and chasm there is between us."

"I'm now hitting the second stage of the Qi Refining Realm. You are just an ant, a freshman who has only been hospitalized for a few days."

"I will ask you to understand, what-is called realm suppression."

boom!

Senior Brother Xiao Luo no longer suppressed his strength, the first-grade Qi Refining Realm was completed, and his strength was infinitely approaching the second-grade Qi Refining Realm, and it broke out completely.

Hum!

The red blood sword in his hand was excited to buzz because of the vitality of the world.

Senior Brother Xiao Luo clenched the Chi practice blood sword with his five fingers and moved towards Zhang Heng.

Zheng!

There was a deafening scream.

The two parties who came close shot again at the same time.

The straight red blood sword intersected with the iron spear in Zhang Heng's hand.

The expression on Zhang Heng's face remained unchanged, and his fighting spirit rose to the sky.

The expression on Senior Brother Xiao Luo's face changed drastically again.

He had already used 90% of his energy just now.

This time he was indeed not shot out.

But it did not have the slightest upper hand.

He spent 90% of his strength in a blow, which was actually just as good as Zhang Heng's shot.

At this moment, he finally understood what kind of person his brother had offended.

A freshman who has just entered school for a few days can actually beat himself to this level.

He faintly regretted.

But he immediately dissipated the trace of regret from his mind.

Then hit again with a sword.

His sword seemed to come alive suddenly, twisting his blood-red body, vigorous and swift, erratic, and illusion of reality swallowed towards Zhang Heng's throat.

With this sword, he took his Huang-level middle-grade masterpiece "Spirit Snake Sword" to the extreme.

In half a year, his "Spirit Snake Sword" has broken through two consecutive levels and reached the realm of Xiaocheng.

Even the academy's swordsmanship that has never easily praised others, treats him with admiration and praise.

He didn't believe that Zhang Heng could dodge his own sword.

Zhang Heng might not even be able to touch his sword, he was beheaded with a single sword.

Zhang Heng also shot.

It is still the "Wuji" marksmanship of "Overlord Spear".

Zhang Heng is like the most experienced snake catcher.

A shot pierced through all falsehoods.

The tip of the spear full of pure vitality pointed directly at the seven inches of the poisonous snake of the Chi Lian Blood Sword.

Ding sound.

The gun and the sword intersected again.

The dazzling illusion of the Chi practiced Blood Sword suddenly disappeared.

Before touching Zhang Heng's neck, Zhang Heng's sword was shot halfway through, and the moves of "Spirit Snake Sword" were resolved.

Brother Xiao Luo looked at Zhang Heng with an ugly expression.

This time, he had already used ten percent of his energy.

This time, he also displayed his strongest skills.

However, he still did not win.

He hadn't thought of such a result at all.

It is totally unacceptable.

He had never thought about it, and would never know that Zhang Heng's cultivation had reached the peak of the first-grade Qi refining, which was only a small step behind him.

He also didn't know that his current Qi Hai was the size of three fists, and Zhang Heng's Qi Hai was already a lap larger than the Sea Bowl, and it was more than double his Qi Hai.

He didn't even know that his unique knowledge is only a small achievement, and Zhang Heng's unique knowledge has reached the great achievement state, and Zhang Heng has even begun to try to break through a higher state of unique knowledge.

Senior Brother Xiao Luo stood there in a daze.

Zhang Heng was not ready to let him go.

"Wuji!"

His spear was handed out again without hesitation.

Brother Xiao Luo passively resisted with a sword.

There was a sharp bang.

Brother Xiao Luo's face was even more ugly.

This time, he was actually suppressed.

Could it be that Zhang Heng didn't use all his strength just now?

So, where is the limit of this new birth?