Urban: Town Country War God

After a short contact, Zhuo Lang had completely mastered the opponent's strength, stronger than himself.

This is the truth.

In previous battles, Zhuo Lang has almost never lost, no matter how many masters he encounters, he can easily deal with it.

But the mammon in front of him has surpassed the limits of human beings, speaking more vulgarly, it doesn't belong to human beings.

Even if Zhuo Lang possesses the ultimate strength of mankind, there is still a gap.

"Are you sure you don't think about it? It's not worth it to be killed by me like this." Mamen smiled as he looked at Zhuo Lang who was standing still holding a long knife.

Zhuo Lang grinned, and tore off his shirt casually, revealing a not burly, but unusually strong muscle, with sharp edges and corners, full of the beauty of a wild power.

Mammon slowly took off his sunglasses at this moment, and finally exposed a pair of scarlet eyes, the whole person turned into a violent wind, and rushed out with a violent bang.

lb!

A loud and deafening noise spread, and the two contacted once again, and Zhuo Lang almost used his power and speed to the extreme.

When the Xiuchun Dao touched Mamen's finger knives, the two of them were simultaneously shaken by the huge counter-shock force. Mamen stepped back and stood firm. It seemed that the confrontation just now had a big impact on him.

However, Zhuo Lang stepped back nearly ten steps and looked down. At this moment, the extremely hard Xiuchun knife was cut through a gap.

Feeling the tyrannical power of the opponent, Zhuo Lang took a deep breath, then slowly put the Xiuchun knife into the scabbard, holding the handle of the knife in his right hand, his eyes gradually sharpened.

The leader of the Death Scythe squad who recorded all this in the distance was shocked. This Mamen was so strong.

He had never seen General Zhuo fight so hard, or even this level of battle, and they had no chance to intervene at all.

At the moment Mamen saw Zhuo Lang's movements, showing a little curiosity: "What kind of move is this?"

"Want to see it? Satisfy you."

Zhuo Lang's voice fell, and the soles of his feet slammed on the ground, and a deep crack was stepped on the ground in an instant, like a gust of wind, rushing out.

Facing the afterimage that rushed over, Mamen grinned, his face gradually grim, and suddenly opened his fingers, his sharp nails were like a razor: "Yes, speed, momentum and power have reached the limit of human beings."

"Let me see how strong your human limit is!" Mamen's voice fell, and the five claws came out directly.

Nourish...

The dagger and the five claws of the Mamen staggered across, and sparks were actually ignited.

Sneer...

After that, the Xiuchun knife in Zhuo Lang's hand slashed directly across Mamen's neck. Even if he exerted his strength to the maximum, it only cut a wound less than three inches from Mamen's neck.

And Mamen's five claws grabbed directly from Zhuo Lang's chest.

Zhuo Lang's seemingly strong body was torn apart by five deep scars of bone.

All of this almost happened between the electric light and flint. After Zhuo Lang stabilized his figure, he looked at the scar on his chest, and at the same time looked at the Mamen in the distance blankly.

Mamen, who stood in the same place, touched the wound on his neck incredibly, and he was cut and bleeding?

The corners of his mouth raised immediately, revealing a crazy look: "Haha, Zhuo Lang, you are really amazing."

"But my injury can heal quickly, but yours can't."

"Your life will dry up quickly, and you can't last long at all. It's a pity that you have the strength of your body."

"It's better to return to me and join my Hell Corps. Not only will you gain immortality, your strength will also increase dramatically."

Hearing this, Zhuo Lang slammed the blood stains on the embroidered spring knife, and smiled faintly: "I didn't care about this injury when I followed Lin Shuai to fight in the north and south."

"Do you think this kind of attack can kill me?"

"Fate is hard, but that's all," Mamen said, licking Zhuo Lang's blood remaining on his sharp nails, and his scarlet eyes. Instantly, the red glow rose, revealing greed.

Looking at the opponent's scarlet eyes, it was just a look, but it made Zhuo Lang feel as if he was about to be killed by the opponent!

His heart sank, Zhuo Lang retreated nearly ten meters in an instant, and distanced himself from Mamen.

At the same time, I felt incredible. With a look in the other party's eyes, he could make him, the Death God Scythe Ten Hunter Ten General, feel such a substantive killing intent?

This is how many people have to be killed to have this kind of power.

You know, Zhuo Lang is not an ordinary person, if he is older, he is also a golden horse, a strong man who has experienced countless killings and crawling out of endless bones.

But even Zhuo Lang, who was accustomed to seeing killings, still felt the bone-chilling chill under Mamen's scarlet eyes.

"Be scared, a few centuries ago, I destroyed a kingdom by myself, with corpses all over the field, and murderous aura."

"My eyes, even if ordinary people look at them, they will die when they touch them."

Mammonsson laughed.

Bang bang!

At this moment, with two dull loud noises, the two subordinates brought by Mamen were also dealt with by the 20 Death Scythe Guards.

Suddenly, Mamen, who was still grinning, stopped smiling abruptly: "I didn't expect this group of soldiers to be so strong. My subordinates were killed?"

"It seems necessary to end here."

"General Zhuo, the branch is calling, reinforcements will be here soon" the leader of the Death Scythe squad said immediately.

Zhuo Lang shook the Xiuchun Dao, his eyes gradually gloomy: "Hold him at all costs!"

As Zhuo Lang's voice fell, twenty guards drew knives at the same time, and rushed out in an instant.

"Huh! Overwhelming!" Mamen snorted, and slammed his feet on the ground, and rushed towards Zhuo Lang in an instant.

Clang clang...

For a time, all the embroidered knives of the 20 imperial guards were bounced off, and they couldn't stop them.

Facing the Mamen who came straight to him, Zhuo Lang raised his knife and slashed.

But the blade hadn't hit yet, but the opponent was already close, without any fancy attacks, only the most common straight fist was left, and he attacked Zhuo Lang without fancy.

But with this simple attack, Zhuo Lang found that he had no time to evade, and everything around him seemed to be shrouded in this punch at this moment.

Even the air, under the squeeze of this punch, produced a change in weight compression, which made Zhuo Lang's body extremely heavy for a while.

Seeing that this punch could not be dodged, Zhuo Lang raised the knife and stood in front of his chest, engulfing him quickly, just as he was defending, he banged heavily with his punch.

lb!

With a dull loud noise, the Xiu Chun Dao suddenly bent and broke. Although part of the punch was offset, the chest still withstands most of the force.

"Wow..."

Zhuo Lang let out a big mouthful of blood, and his body flew out in an instant.

Bearing the opponent's punch in the front, Zhuo Lang only felt the fiery pain of his internal organs, almost all of them shifted, and even the lungs and spleen were ruptured.