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Chapter 152 Chapter 151: Drama Special, I am the real devil
Shen Xiang had a dark face and rushed over with a single step. Artai calmly raised his sword to attack. Shen Xiang moved very quickly, and his claw blade drew a clear mark in the air.

Liang Bing watched worriedly on the stage. She was very worried that Shen Xiang would be injured. She knew very well how poor this man's combat power was. She didn't know if it had improved in the past hundred years. If it had, it would be better. If not, then... Really need to get the stretcher ready.

Shen Xang's hand-to-hand combat skills have improved, but not much. In the past hundred years, he has spent most of his time recuperating and creating things. He has only been training with his wife Hexi for a few years. Fortunately, he relies on his precognition ability and specialized body. It won't be too ugly.

Shen Xang struck at Artest's face with a claw, and Artest's two swords closed and got stuck on Shen Xang's wrist. The blade wind that came from his palm when he stopped it stung Artest's cheek slightly. Thinking about it, if this claw was If you get close to him, your skin will be torn apart.

Artest used all his strength to retract the blade, but the two swords were stuck in Shen Xang's skin and could not be embedded at all. This made Artest a little surprised. Fuyang looked strange, but his skin was as hard as armor. No wonder he didn't like to wear armor. .

Shen Yang moved his other hand, and the sharp cold wind made Artest immediately let go of his sword and retreat. Shen Yang took this opportunity to add a kick, and the claw blade on the sole of his foot smoothly sliced ​​Artest's breastplate.

Shen Xun chuckled: "Your armor is even tenderer than tofu. You have to be careful about your chest next time."

Artest put the sword on his shoulder and knocked it, touched the scar on the chest plate, and smiled disdainfully: "You are so complacent, where are you? Until the battle is finally settled, everything is bullshit. The winner It won’t be you.”

"Whether you say it or not doesn't matter. If you don't agree, come and try it and see if I can twist your head off."

In order to conform to his personal arrogance, Shen Yang had to make a high-profile oath no matter how high his winning rate was.

Fuyang: A master of fighting skills, he also has a powerful power of prediction, but he is always weaker in deduction and calculation.

After fighting for a few rounds, Artest realized that something was wrong. Shen Xing's speed was getting faster and faster. His blades had been completely swung away several times, revealing the body behind the two swords.

"Who are you looking down on? You dare to lose your mind when you fight me? I, Takuma, will tear you alive!"

Shen Xian: The leader in perception ability, worthy of the name of prophet, but his fighting skills are poor.

Fuyang seemed to be greatly stimulated by Artai's reaction. He roared angrily, raised his hand and scratched his chest hard. Weird blue blood immediately splashed out, and in an instant, his hand that chose to self-mutilate was stained.

Shen Xing could sense defeat coming when Artest's momentum changed, but it was not the end yet. He must not lose to any of Liang Bing's soldiers. Only in this way can he be better with his original identity. Distinguish.

This is the character Shen Xing prepared. Artest’s challenge letter is also within his imagination. He must pass this battle and quickly win the title of Liang Bing’s number one warrior, otherwise the subsequent character design will not be good. Continue to be plump.

The little monster in front of him suddenly whispered two words. Artai's heart tightened. The next moment, a huge palm appeared in front of him. With a swipe, half of his vision was black.

Artai changed his posture and suddenly launched a fierce attack. He couldn't believe that he couldn't cut open the skin that couldn't be cut. His two swords could even poke a hole through the high-level guarding angels. So what could Fuyang fail to do?

Before Artai could get close to him, Shen Xing rushed forward again, his strength and speed increased several times last time. Huan was an absolutely rational being. He understood the difference in hardness between the claw blade and the sharp blade, so he used four or two moves to swing away completely. Every heavy slash that comes.

Artest gritted his teeth. This was not a good sign. Could it be that this kid really had the legendary power?
"Distracted?"

Shen Xian immediately started fighting mode. Artest's data disk appeared in front of him, and Huan began to maximize control of his body.

Artai was already unable to keep up with Shen Xing's speed, and with the loss of half of his eyesight, it became increasingly difficult for him to fend off the crazy little monster.

With the sound of flesh and blood being torn apart, Artai's right arm was tightly grasped by Shen Xing, and he squeezed hard with his broad palm. The crisp sound of bone cracking spread to the ears of every watching demon warrior.

Artest stared at the guy holding his arm tightly with his remaining one eye. Facing those scarlet eyes, he felt the hysterical madness and murderous intent of the other person. The battle-hardened soldier finally recalled death again. of fear. There were many wounds on Fuyang's chest, but none of them were caused by Artest. Fuyang seemed to be gaining excitement through self-mutilation. Could it be that pain made him so happy?
Artai's doubts were quickly answered. Fuyang issued the killing order again. He said that he would eat his limbs alive, and then continued to add scars to his body.

Looking at Fuyang's crazy behavior, Artai realized that Fuyang probably didn't exchange pain for anything. He just couldn't vent the anger in his heart and had to choose to commit suicide in order to relieve himself.

But understanding this did not change the fact that he was bound to lose. At the last moment, Fuyang's body even grew several times on its own, making his already strange body completely lose its human appearance.

When the body was tightly grasped by big hands, when the bloody mouth was close to Chi Chi, Artest knew that his magical life had come to an end. As soon as the thought came to his mind, a beautiful figure blocked in front of Artest, and Liang Bing closed Fu with all his strength. Yang's big mouth said with a smile:

"Fuyang, what are you doing? Why are you opening your mouth so wide before it's time to eat? Aren't you afraid of choking?"

Fuyang seemed to regain his senses when he saw Liang Bing. He roared twice and put down the demon Artai, and his body returned to its original size.

"Queen, he provoked me!"

"Well, I saw it. I will teach him a lesson. You should bandage your wounds first."

Liang Bing pointed to the wound on Fuyang's chest and comforted him.

Hearing this, Fuyang glanced at Artai angrily, but in the end, he just nodded and left the arena to save the Demon Queen.

Liang Bing sent energy to Artai to treat his wounds, and said helplessly: "Artai, why do you have to mention the angel prophet? You clearly know that Fuyang hates that person's name the most."

Artai was lying on the ground, a little frustrated: "Sorry Queen, I just want to know the reason why you chose Fuyang."

"You know now?"

"I know, Fuyang is a very powerful warrior and a pure demon. I am very happy to work with him in the future." Artest can afford to lose. Demons respect the strong. Since Fuyang cannot beat Fuyang, the Demon Queen can't. If you trust him, there is no need to be hostile to others anymore.

Liang Bing smiled: "It's best if you think so. Don't worry, Fuyang doesn't hold grudges. Just go and apologize and forget about it. He won't make things difficult for you when we work together in the future."

"As ordered."

After comforting Atai, Liang Bing came to Fuyang's room. As soon as he entered the room, he saw the little monster who was nominally his own happily eating melon. His chest was intact, and there were no traces of wounds anywhere.

"You're quite a scary boy. You scared my guards so much that they called you a pure devil."

Liang Bing was half teasing and half complaining. Shen Yang put down the melon and smiled brightly: "Actually, my acting is just like that, not as good as you praised."

Liang Bing: Is it possible that I am not praising you?

Sensing this, Shen Xian's smile dropped and he looked at Liang Bing doubtfully: "Then what did you mean by what you just said?"

"I'm praising you."

Looking at Liang Bing's cute smile and feeling the curse in Liang Bing's heart, Shen Yang said:? ? ?
(End of this chapter)