I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

The silver-winged demon bird made a decisive decision. In the next instant, he had already suddenly ejected the iron-blue fierce claws that had been tucked in the feathers under him. Both claws came out and directly grabbed the three-foot branch that Zhang Heng was holding on the opposite side. past.

The silver-winged demon bird's iron claws are indestructible, and Cui Jin cracks the stone, not to mention urging back to get a branch of cypress.

And the three-foot-long Cooper branch in this hand was just broken off from the Cooper tree beside Zhang Heng when Zhang Heng shot it.

Although Kashiwagi was tough, it was already inferior to ordinary weapons, not to mention the silver-winged monster bird, where the hardest claws were.

After all, this pair of claws in the English translation of the bird, even the head of the human race, can be broken in one clip!

In the silver-winged demon bird's heart, he used his double claws to grab and destroy the three-foot branch in Zhang Heng's hand.

But something unexpected happened after all.

When the Silver Winged Demon Bird was caught on the three-foot branch in Zhang Heng's hands, the three-foot branch suddenly turned into a slippery autumn loach, or something else. The creature shook its head and wagged its tail directly, evading the attack of the silver-winged monster bird in three or two, and fled.

The Silver Winged Demon Bird had already exhausted his full strength in this attack, and he was ready to destroy the three-foot branches with a thunder strike, laying the foundation for his own victory.

However, he didn't expect that he would be unfavorable when he came out. Zhang Heng broke the plot in his heart just as soon as he did.

This couldn't help but make Silverwing Demon Bird feel a little nervous.

He doesn't even know whether he should attack next. If he wants to continue attacking, he should attack Zhang Heng's body or continue to attack the three-foot stick in Zhang Heng's hands.

If it was to attack Zhang Heng's body, then the Silver Winged Demon Bird would have to find ways to deal with Zhang Heng's instinctive defense capabilities that seemed to be extremely sensitive.

But for Zhang Heng's instinctive defensive ability, which became more sensitive and sharp when he was in a state of enlightenment, the Silver Winged Demon Bird had no good way to crack it for a while.

And if you avoid Zhang Heng's own body and directly attack the three-foot branch in Zhang Heng's right hand, it is still not an easy task for the Silver Winged Demon Bird.

Objectively speaking, the Silver Winged Demon Bird was not dissatisfied with the strength that he had shown with his full blow just now. He also knew that his attack just now had almost demonstrated his own true peak level.

But even at the peak level of Silver Winged Demon Bird, he still had nothing to do with Zhang Heng.

Regarding this fact, on the one hand, the Silver Winged Demon Bird felt frustration and hesitation from the heart; on the other hand, the animal nature in the Silver Wing Demon Bird's body manipulated him to continue to inspire his own desire for bloodthirsty killing and destruction.

Let him want to destroy the genius Human Race boy in front of him at all costs.

In the end he did the same. He had made up his mind to cause the human youth in front of him to suffer the most cruel pain, the leanest and most cruel torture.

Once to satisfy his own chaotic heart.

Gang Feng was as sharp as a sharp dagger, shooting towards Zhang Heng.

Those who attacked were not the daggers, but the Silver Winged Demon Bird itself, a piece of feathers the size of a dagger, but it was sharper, sharper and more dangerous than a dagger.

Because these feathers are not only sharp and sharp, but the hollow feathers are also full of deadly poison. As long as one of the feathers hits Zhang Heng’s body, it cuts Zhang Heng’s body. Zhang Heng will definitely die without any suspense.

It’s a pity that things are counterproductive. Although most of the sharp feathers are astonishingly fast, in the eyes of Zhang Heng on the opposite side, they are still as slow as the slow motion after time has slowed down, as slow as ants crawling, like snails moving, The slowness is outrageous, and the slowness makes Zhang Heng a little boring.

Then Zhang Heng, who was in the epiphany, couldn't help but cover his mouth with his left hand, and yawned very seriously.

This yawn, although unremarkable, suddenly caused the Silver Winged Demon Bird, who had already become incompetent and furious because he could not attack even a corner of Zhang Heng's clothes, fell into a state of true anger.

As a result, in the next moment, I saw the silver-winged demon bird's ling feathers all around suddenly shook, and immediately countless ling feathers, accompanied by more cold stars, shrouded the sky and the earth not far away from Zhang Heng.

The fight between the two is coming, so the distance between the two is surprisingly close.

There is not even a three-foot distance for the short road.

The distance of three feet is almost negligible for the countless Lingyu and Hanxing that burst out.

The Ling Yu and Han Xing around the Silver Winged Demon Bird just burst out, and in an instant, every Ling Yu in Zhang Heng's body had already been enveloped.

Upon seeing the scene in front of him, the silver-winged demon bird turned into blood-colored eyes, and couldn't help emitting fierce rays of light.

Even in his throat, there was a low growl of some delight.

The result of this attack, the attack straight before, has indeed improved a lot.

After all, he sent out nearly five hundred feathers and more than ten thousand cold stars.

In the past, his attacks almost never touched even a corner of Zhang Heng's clothes.

But this time, the supply of Silver Winged Demon Bird has improved a lot.

Among his many domains and cold stars, about ten of them actually touched Zhang Heng's sleeves.

Of course, the final result is nothing more.

In addition, the Silver Winged Demon Bird did not cause any greater record.

After seeing the fighter in front of the self-test, the Silver Winged Monster Bird blinked his eyes with a little excitement, and once again let out a strange howl of unwillingness and anger.

The Silver Winged Demon Bird was also helpless.

He himself is a thousand-year-old monster of the demon race, bullying a human teenager who is only more than ten years old. If this is spread out, I am afraid that the entire demon clan’s teeth will be laughed off, but even worse, even so, relying on It has thousands of years of combat experience and accumulated marvellous abilities, and it still can't help the young man in front of him.

Change to another big demon with a little more grumpy temper, I am afraid that the other party will already explode himself without Zhang Heng's action.

However, despite this, the silver-winged thrush did not hesitate to attack, sometimes using its sharp claws, like a strange weapon, to directly attack Zhang Heng's direction.

From time to time, he swung out his two silver-white wings as big as mats, like two big knives, waving wantonly, wherever they passed, the surrounding air seemed to be split by these steel-cast-iron wings, giving off a terrifying look. Hiss.

Sometimes, the Silver Winged Demon Bird even stretched its neck abruptly, causing its head to suddenly turn into a spear and stab towards Zhang Heng in front of him.

The silver-winged demon bird's own sharp beak like an awl is his own spear blade, wherever it passes, it tears the void directly, making a terrifying wave.

However, it only stops there. The silver-winged monster bird’s attack actually looks majestic and continuous, like a stormy sea. It seems to tear everything, destroy everything, clean everything, and turn everything around into it. General.

In fact, the Silver Winged Demon Bird did indeed sit there. He almost used his own power to remove all the old pine, cypress, plants, trees, bamboos and rocks, as well as the cicadas, insects, wild birds, and grasses around him and Zhang Heng. The grasshoppers in the middle, the earthworms and mole crickets underneath, were all killed.

Everything around the two of them seemed to have turned into a taboo area, and any signs of life were all strangled together by the two.

However, Zhang Heng, who happened to be in front of the Silver Winged Demon Bird, within three feet of distance, was still alive and active in front of the Silver Winged Demon Bird.

Looking at Zhang Heng's body, there is no crease in his clothes, and even his hair has not been messed up.

Zhang Heng's current appearance is actually the same as at the beginning, with almost no difference at all.

Zhang Heng himself is like a flat-leaf boat driven by the most experienced and veteran in the stormy waves, no matter how the surrounding sea is turbulent, no matter how stormy and rainy the sky may cover the sky. On the day, no matter the world around him, there is no more light and no hope of survival. He never gives up, calmly and unhurriedly, so I still hold the boat, forward, forward, and forward again.

Don’t give up, don’t stand still, it’s as if he has become a part of the stormy sea, as if he has become a part of the violent wind, as if he has become a part of the rainstorm, as if he has become a part of thunder and lightning. Part of it, as if, he has become a part of the darkness that obscures the sky.

It was as if Zhang Heng himself no longer existed, he had been integrated into the world around him.

He is the dark and ignorant night, he is the emptiness but the omnipresent void, he is the old pine with the iron stubble branch, he is the ancient cypress that thrusts into the sky like a spear, he is the faint crow on the old pine, he It's the trembling in that Cooper.

He is the lush wild weeds, he is the grasshopper from which the weeds leap like flying, and the cricket that freely feeds and sings the truth.

He is the solid earth under his feet, he is every dust in the earth, he is the earthworm that crawls in the dust, and he is the mole cricket that nests in the dust.

Zhang Heng's current state is indescribable. He is omnipresent, and there is no trace to be found. His moves are extremely simple and arbitrary, as if he is a child, like a person with no knowledge of martial arts, but he is inexplicable. A strange and innocent charm.

However, these seemingly non-threatening moves actually made the silver-winged monster bird on the opposite side not take the slightest advantage. It even wanted to get a corner of Zhang Heng's clothes. It was extremely difficult. matter.

Even Zhang Heng seemed to have been integrated into the attack of the Silver Winged Demon Bird.