Dragon King Hall

Chapter 970 Strange Henry Zhang

There were no fewer than 40 people who appeared around Henry Zhang. It can be seen that each of these forty people is a master, especially the giant sword in front of Henry Zhang. Paoke is worse.

You know, Bai Pao Ke is a top expert with the strength of condensing energy. This kind of skill is called top in the world.

Jujian sneered, "We have a total of 47 people here, how many can you kill?"

"I said, kill them all." Henry Zhang stared straight at the giant sword.

"Kill him!" The giant sword roared, and the rest of the people drew their weapons from their waists and killed Henry Zhang.

The battle was on the verge of breaking out, Henry Zhang was alone, fighting 47 masters alone, including a strong man in the Qi Condensation Realm, at a glance, Henry Zhang was alone, and all sides were enemies, which made people desperate.

However, there are too many such battles in Henry Zhang’s experience over the years!

There are no outsiders on the platform, and this is also a place specially selected by Jujian, intending to bury the legend of the underground world here.

With a broken wrist, Jin Yuanwei took out a pistol in his left hand and aimed at Henry Zhang all the time. Once he had the opportunity, he would definitely pull the trigger without hesitation.

"Haha!" Henry Zhang punched one person back and let out a loud laugh. Since returning from Kunlun Mountain, he has not shot with all his strength. Today's battle made him feel extraordinarily happy. At the same time, the thing that has been suppressed in his heart, It seemed to be somewhat liberated.

The giant sword faced Henry Zhang directly, and the more he fought, the more frightened he was. He knew the strength of the king of hell, and also learned what happened to the Zhu family that day. It seems that the strongest remaining masters of the three major clans are only in the Transfiguration Realm. As a condensed qi, he can still be crushed.

But today's battle made Jujian completely understand that the king of hell is even more terrifying than the legendary one!
What surprised Jujian the most was that the opponent in front of him was only in his 20s!

For ordinary boxers or martial artists, their 20s may be the time when their physical functions are the strongest, but for masters of qi, they can only be said to be beginners in their 20s, as qi will change people's physical functions, To enhance the physical strength of a person, if two people have the same talent and practice qi at the same age, the person who practiced qi ten years later can definitely beat the person who practiced qi ten years later, but now, it is obviously not the case.

Jujian knew that he was more than ten years older than the hell king, and the other party was only in his 20s, and had such strength. If he was allowed to practice for a few more years, how far would he grow?
Thinking of this, Jujian felt cold sweat on his back. At that time, the king of hell might be able to rank among the top few within the organization, comparable to twelve stars!
"This person must not stay!" The more he thought of Henry Zhang's horror, the stronger the killing intent in Jujian's heart, and the more violent his shots.

Inside the high-speed rail station, people are still busy running around. No one knows that a life-and-death battle is going on on the platform they are about to board.

In January, the weather was cold, and the wind howled in the capital.

Accords with yellow cards parked outside the high-speed rail station one after another. As soon as the car stopped, the doors were quickly opened, and countless members of the Ninth Bureau jumped out of the car and rushed into the high-speed rail station.

People in the high-speed rail station saw a group of uniformed people rushing in, rushing towards the platform with serious expressions, not knowing what was going on.

When hundreds of members of Bureau Nine rushed onto the platform, a strong smell of blood filled the air. They yelled inwardly and rushed towards the place where the smell of blood came from.

When they rushed to the place, Rao, the members of the Ninth Bureau who had undergone special training, also had an extremely ugly expression on their faces.

The blood flowed out by more than 40 people has completely stained the ground.

Some corpses were lying on the ground, and some were nailed to the wall with sharp knives.

Standing alone in the middle of this bloody scene, just seeing his back made the hearts of hundreds of members of the Ninth Bureau who rushed over feel chills. Can such a scene be created by humans?No!no!It's the devil!

Not to mention more than 40 masters, even if it is [-] pigs or [-] chickens, killing them continuously will make people sick and disgusting.

"Get out of the way, everyone out of the way!" A loud roar came from behind, and Bai Pao Ke pushed away the crowd and rushed over from the back. When he saw the devastation, he was also stunned.

In front of a load-bearing pillar, the giant sword was nailed to it by countless sharp blade fragments. Blood kept coming out of his mouth. His pupils, ears, and nostrils were all bleeding out. His opened eyes were scarlet like hell. Like a ghost, he was extremely scary. He was not completely dead, and he was still conscious, but seeing the dense number of broken blades stuck in his heart, even if Hua Tuo was alive, he couldn't save him.

What is waiting for the giant sword now is death. He will feel his life slowly passing away, and feel that he will gradually move away from this world. In his pupils, there is still a kind of unwillingness. There are too many beautiful things waiting for him to enjoy, and he doesn't want to leave just like that.

Bai Pao Ke sighed, swung his right arm, and a silver spear shot out from Bai Pao Ke's cuff, and went straight to the left chest of the giant sword.

With a muffled sound of "噗嗤", the tip of the silver gun pierced through the chest of the giant sword, and at this moment, the giant sword tilted its head and its limbs hung down weakly.

Baipao Ke and Jujian are both sword wielders, and they have been colleagues for so long. He couldn't bear to watch Jujian die under such torture.

Henry Zhang stood aside quietly, with his back to everyone, without any movement.

"Uncle Master." Bai Paoke called Henry Zhang softly, and walked towards Henry Zhang. When Bai Paoke walked in front of Henry Zhang, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Only then did the white robe see clearly that Henry Zhang was not standing here and doing nothing. In front of Henry Zhang, Jin Hang was kneeling here. No, to be precise, Jin Hang’s legs, from the knee down, were all All were cut off, because Henry Zhang blocked it, so that the rest of the people did not see Jinhang.

At this time, Jin Hang opened his mouth wide, and blood kept gushing out from his mouth, with blisters, his tongue was completely cut off, and there was no good flesh on his face.

In Henry Zhang's hand, he was holding a small section of sharp blade fragments, like a blade, cutting off pieces of flesh and blood from Jin Hang's body bit by bit.

Such a scene made Bai Pao Ke feel nauseous for a while, and almost vomited.

Henry Zhang heard the voice of Bai Pao Ke calling himself, he did not stop the movement in his hands, still slowly cut off the flesh and blood from Jinhang, but turned his head slightly, glanced at Bai Pao Ke, and said softly: "What's the matter?" ?”

Bai Paoke swears that he has never seen Henry Zhang like this before, and it feels so strange to him. At the moment of being stared at by Henry Zhang, Bai Paoke feels as if he has come to hell.

(End of this chapter)