The arrogance of the city

Chapter 1813 Death of the Human Race!

Zan Mo is nine feet tall, while He Jiuzhou is only seven feet tall, and because of his old age, his figure looks thinner.

In terms of body size, the two sides are not in the same order of magnitude at all, but unexpectedly, He Jiuzhou, who has taken the lead, has shown a wild spirit of swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger, and has been suppressing Zan Mo.

After missing the initiative, Zammo couldn't find a good chance to counterattack for a while, and was always passively beaten.

Huqiu City is not ranked high in strength in the Lost Realm. It can be said that it is at the bottom of the level, not even comparable to Heshi City. If it wasn't because of its remote and barren location, it might have been annexed long ago.

Therefore, although as a city lord, Zanmo can be said to be a man with his tail between his legs in the Lost Realm. This time he invaded the big world, he wanted to take a good breath of anger at the weak human beings, but who would have thought that he would be oppressed by others? Fighting situation.

It's enough to bear the humiliation in the lost world, but do you have to be bullied by the human race?

As time went by, Zanmo's heart was already burning with anger. Even though Huqiu City's strength was at the bottom, as the city lord, he had already touched the threshold of the emperor's realm.

"Have you had enough?"

Zan Mo fought hard to resist a punch, and swung his arm backhand, but He Jiuzhou didn't choose to take it hard, and retreated.

It can be clearly seen that at this time Zanmo's body has been torn apart in many places, and the armor on his body has also been broken. Fortunately, as an old demon, he has an inherent advantage in physique. If he were a human being, he might die suddenly at this time There was no good piece of meat left.

He Jiuzhou didn't respond, and the rhythmic mediation breath, the high-intensity outbreak just now also made his blood become unstable.

"I didn't expect there to be a master like you in the human race, but that's all."

Although he looked a bit embarrassed, the injuries on his body obviously did not have a serious impact on Zammo. He twisted his shoulders and neck, and there was a clear cracking sound of bones, and the corners of his mouth raised, showing a bloodthirsty and brutal arc Then strode toward He Kyushu to rush forward!

"boom!"

Step down, muddy water splashes!
He Jiuzhou's eyes were fixed, he took a deep breath, twisted his feet, grasped the ground, and at the same time, slowly raised his hands and slid in front of him.

Tai Chi.

Get started!
Although the movement seemed slow, a majestic momentum spread invisibly!
Qi and blood flow through the whole body, flow through the internal organs, and nourish the limbs and bones.

Around those palms, the passing raindrops seemed to be slowed down or even frozen.

Everything is still when everything is still, and everything follows every movement!
"Wow!"

Zanmo broke through the rain curtain and came to him suddenly. The iron fist as big as the casserole suddenly blasted forward, creating a sense of gravel piercing the mountain!
Even if there is a mountain in front of him, under this punch, it will probably be torn apart in an instant!

"Snapped!"

He Jiuzhou's face is like a flat lake, his footsteps and palms slide at the same time, the force is sent from the spine, and the steps change with him, and the cloud is light and the wind is light, pushing Zan Mo's arm, unloading the force to the side.

Afterwards, he held his chest and straightened his back, lowered his shoulders and lowered his elbows, his movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water, his momentum was like drawing a bow, and his strength was like shooting an arrow!
"boom!"

The chest was pushed against the opponent's shoulder, and Zanmo groaned, his brows furrowed, his eyes showed pain involuntarily, and then he flew backwards with his feet off the ground involuntarily.

Tai Chi, which has been enduring for thousands of years, how could it really be a fancy way for the elderly to keep fit? It is just because too many so-called Tai Chi people are just charlatans who try to trick the public, which leads to the gradual formation of Tai Chi. The concept of Tai Chi is useless.

And He Jiuzhou is obviously a true Tai Chi master!

The shape is like a swan fighting a rabbit, and the spirit is like a cat catching a mouse.Quiet like a mountain, moving like a river!

Zanmo, who was full of anger, went completely berserk, his offensive was like a storm and wind, every move was extremely brutal, trying to tear the human beings apart.

He Jiuzhou's steps are calm and steady, not in a hurry, not disturbed by the opponent's momentum, the intention comes from the heart, and the body is transported with Qi, push, stroke, squeeze, press, push, elbow, lean, advance, retreat... Tai Chi Thirteen Potential integration, flexible retraction.

"Die! Go die for me!!!"

Unable to attack for a long time, Zammo's face tends to go crazy, like a wild beast that has lost its mind, and starts to stop defending, adopting an extreme style of play that hurts both sides!
Fist, leg, claw, palm, elbow... attack, attack, attack again! ! !

Killing one thousand enemies and harming oneself by eight hundred, this choice seems stupid, but in fact it gave full play to the huge advantage of being an old devil in terms of physique.

It's like an ordinary person and a gym coach. You punch the other side, and then try the other side punching you?
The two sides have different endurance, and the impact force is also different.

A fitness trainer may shake a bit when punched by an ordinary person, and may not even move, but if an ordinary person is punched by a fitness trainer, he may be sent to the hospital afterwards.

Although he avoided most of Zanmo's attacks by using four or two strokes of a thousand catties, it was inevitable that he would show his weaknesses in close combat, let alone under Zanmo's continuous waves of blows.

"boom!"

Fists and palms hit each other on the opponent's chest, Zan Mo staggered back, and finally lost control of his balance and fell into the muddy water, while the flushed He Jiuzhou flew out like catkins and fell heavily into the rain.

"puff……"

He held his chest, and a mouthful of blood rushed out of his body irresistibly, staining the nearby soil red.

"Old He!"

He Wuzhen, who caught this scene out of the corner of his eye, suddenly changed color, and immediately ordered loudly: "Protect the commander of the army!"

Many soldiers of the human race also saw this scene and subconsciously wanted to rescue them, but Old Demon would never give them this chance.

More and more Old Demons rushed up, gradually covering He Jiuzhou's figure.

"Legion Commander!! Get out of the way! Get out of the way for me!!!"

The human soldiers roared, their voices were almost hoarse. At the same time, they fired wildly with their guns. Occasionally, some Old Demons were shot and fell to the ground, but soon another Old Demon blocked them from behind.

Even with full firepower, it is difficult for these human soldiers to make an inch of progress.

"Last night Zhu Loumeng, tonight the water country sings, the island cloud steams the sea, and the mist meets the jungle..."

He Jiuzhou supported the soil and slowly stood up, as if he didn't realize that he was already in a dangerous situation, his hands floated again, his back was always facing the back, and he was facing Zanmo.

"I will let you die in pain!"

Zan Mo charged again violently, as if he was mad, he treated He Jiuzhou as a human sandbag, punched and kicked, and bombarded wildly!
"Bang! Kacha!"

Gradually, He Jiuzhou's strength was unsustainable, and his movements gradually slowed down. Facing Zan Mo's offensive, it became more and more difficult to parry, and many bones on his body were broken.

"die!!!"

Another punch hit He Jiuzhou's forehead suddenly. He Jiuzhou leaned back uncontrollably, and flew backward violently. The huge impact caused the Old Demon behind him to block the reinforcements of the human race to be knocked away.

"boom!"

He Jiuzhou fell in the middle of the battle line between the human race and the old demon, and blood gushed from the corner of his mouth uncontrollably.

"Old He!"

He Wuzhen's pupils constricted violently, and his eye sockets were red!

As if hearing the shout, He Jiuzhou smiled weakly, then struggled, trying to get up.

However, he really has no strength left.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Finally, he sat down on the ground, still facing Old Demon, his vision gradually dimmed, and he muttered to himself.

"Sorry, the rest, I have to work hard for you."

The sixth day of August in Yimao year.

heavy rain.

Human Emperor He Jiuzhou led the Second Legion of the Holy Alliance to guard the southern front of Vickgan Canyon, and fought hard for [-] rounds with Zanmo, the lord of Huqiu City in the Lost Realm.

Ultimately exhausted.

Die generously.

(End of this chapter)