At the dim subway entrance, fluorescent green signboards flashed slightly, and red Coke cans rolled on the empty platform, making a rumbling sound and extending into the distance along the straight track line.
"boom!"
The hot and violent flames instantly exploded in the dark environment, and the dazzling light like electric welding briefly dispersed the night.
The boy in black clothes and black trousers is holding a slender Japanese sword. His sharp sword-like hair hangs down, slightly covering his cold eyes. His handsome face is as expressionless as a knife or an axe. Only the golden eyes shimmered.
He walked slowly out of the scattered flames, and the blazing flames were as respectful as an audience with a king.
Opposite him was a ferocious-looking creature with an upright spine, with green scales spreading all over its body, and rugged bone spurs extending from its towering spine. It kept making muffled roars that sounded like intimidation from its throat.
The high temperature of Jun Yan caused most of the scales on its surface to turn from livid to charred black. It has a terrifying physique and nerve reaction speed. It can always avoid the frontal damage when Jun Yan explodes, and the injuries are not serious.
This is like using RPG rockets to hit small and flexible creatures. Although they are powerful, they are not accurate enough. Moreover, releasing Jun Yan requires the process of reciting the words and spirits and constantly consuming the physical energy of the caster.
Chu Zihang's complexion has turned pale, but his eyebrows are still calm and indifferent, like a machine without temperature, silent but efficient.
He simply took a step forward and raised the slender silver Murasame. The sharp blade cut through the invisible air and trembled slightly.
"Doru!"
As his throat rolled, Deadpool spat out low and explosive syllables, trembling his iron-green dense scales like heavy armor, and angrily rushed towards Chu Zihang.
At this moment, even the hard and smooth cement floor could not withstand the huge force of a cavalry charge, making a thump-dong-dong sound like a drumstick hitting the drum surface.
When he reached the attack range, Chu Zihang had already moved, he just waved his knife.
The sounds of various slashes sounded one after another, and thousands of sonorous sounds exploded in an instant.
The head, eyes, neck, shoulders, chest and abdomen, breasts, legs, any part that might be vulnerable were protected by Murasame. The sacred sword was completely transformed into a stream of light at this moment, and no figure could be caught.
One white mark after another appears on the iron-green dense scales. Of course Murasame has the ability to break armor, but this also depends on the strength of the sword holder and the toughness of the scales.
With Dolu's defense, it is obviously enough to last for a while.
The black-haired young man's figure was equally ethereal at this moment, and his steps became agile and strange. He was almost walking close to Dolu's body, but whenever it threw a powerful punch, he could always narrowly avoid it. .
"Roar!"
The feeling of relief from the hard fist hitting the cotton made Dolu extremely angry. It roared, then turned around suddenly and punched hard to the right rear.
At this time, its originally strong and heavy body became agile, and its speed doubled from before.
Who said Deadpool is just a dead creature that has lost its mind? They still retain their fighting instincts and are the most ferocious and terrifying weapons in the hybrid world.
It looked clumsy in the game just now, so it may not be a bait to lure fish to the bait. It is indeed cunning.
"clang!"
The long knife made of jade steel kept swinging like a spring leaf. Chu Zihang reacted very quickly in the battle, but Que Yi was hit hard by the punch on the blade, and his body slipped out with him. .
And the Deadpool's right foot stepped heavily on the ground, and then pursued Chu Zihang again.
The young man turned his wrists that were numb from the strong contact, his eyes were still as calm as water, his lips moved, and he murmured in a low voice.
Yan Ling·Jun Yan breaks out again
The crimson flames were as dazzling as the rising sun, and then the scorching flames exploded in front of him, with billowing waves of fire spreading in all directions.
"Bang!"
Dolu's several hundred kilogram body was thrown high like a cloth bag in an instant, and then hit a load-bearing wall heavily. Spider web-like cracks spread on the wall, and the scales were burnt black, revealing the scarlet and blurred flesh inside.
It seems that he has lost his ability to fight.
On the other side, Chu Zihang was leaning on his sword and barely standing, his legs trembling slightly, but fortunately, he finally won.
Chance to win.
The previous concession was actually what he expected. Only with this spatial distance can Jun Yan's power be maximized.
"Hiss...hiss...hiss..."
Before the pale-faced young man could catch his breath, a faint rustling sound could be heard coming from the depths of the subway entrance, like the crawling sounds of densely packed small creatures.
Chu Zihang's hearing was very keen, and he reacted almost instantly. Then he suddenly raised his head, his golden eyes glowing with faint fluorescence.
The first thing that appeared at the edge of the field of vision was something the size of a head. It was completely black, and there seemed to be some creature squirming slightly on the uneven surface.
Immediately afterwards, heads came in like a tide, covering the entire subway track, and were running towards Chu Zihang at great speed.
Even Chu Zihang, who had seen many strange scenes, could not help but shrink his pupils at this moment. This was a terrifying scene that could make ordinary people's hair stand on end.
Those "heads" were very fast, roughly reaching the speed of a normal person running at full speed. They came from far away on the subway track and were about to reach the platform in a short while.
At this time, Chu Zihang could see their whole picture clearly.
This is not just a head, but a series of snake-like corpses with cartilage all over their bodies. They are crawling close to the ground, their thick black hair covering their long and narrow bodies. The hissing sound is clearly the result of them spitting out scarlet snake letters to feel the infrared. The sound of body temperature.
"How's it going? Is the problem solved?"
Behind Chu Zihang, Mambas, who was guarding the subway exit, suddenly turned back. He first saw Deadpool not far away, covered in burnt black and mixed with blood, and he faintly trembled with excitement.
"That's right."
The black-haired young man still held Murasame and responded indifferently. _o_m The gurgling rainwater continued to appear on the blade, washing away the red blood.
"What does it mean?"
Mambas thought this was the unique modesty of the Chinese and turned his head to look at Chu Zihang with a smile.
"hiss!"
The snake-shaped Deadpool, which was sliding along the straight railway track, raised its head in unison at this moment, making a sharp hissing sound, revealing a pale face and scarlet lips, and the golden eyes hidden under the thick black hair exuded a beast-like light.
"I...fuck..."
Mambas looked at the increasing number of golden pupils that were gradually lighting up in the darkness in the distance, with his mouth wide open, as if he had poked a honeycomb.
If he were still using the Word Spirit Blood System at this moment, the dragon-like aura gathered by these dead servants would definitely make him feel depressed and frightened.
"Chinese people are really rigorous in doing things."
Finally, he closed his open mouth and slowly uttered a sentence.
"What to do? Defend or withdraw?"
As a commissioner of the Executive Board, he actually asked a freshman at this moment.
Chu Zihang's performance has conquered him, he is efficient and powerful, and the strong will undoubtedly have more say and voting rights.
"There is a bustling downtown area just outside the subway entrance. If they are allowed to rush out, the consequences will be disastrous."
"How long will Norma's support last?"
Facing this crisis situation, Chu Zihang was still calmly analyzing it, and he suddenly asked again.
"bell."
Mambas glanced at his watch hurriedly and then replied.
"Then keep the clock."
Chu Zihang responded decisively, without any hesitation, but with a tragic feeling of a hero's end.
In the battle with Dolu, he had run out of energy and was even unable to stand firmly.
In a group of snake-shaped deadpools with no end in sight, it is difficult to hold on for even a minute, let alone a clock.
The last remaining method is violent blood!
Chu Zihang couldn't help but hold the handle of the knife tightly, and slowly retreated to the subway entrance passage with Mambas.
The terrain here is narrow and can only accommodate a few crawling snake-like dead servants at a time, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack.
In world history, the famous three hundred Spartan warriors, standing with their backs, were able to block the blades of hundreds of thousands of Persian troops. This also has a lot to do with the terrain of the original battlefield "Thermopylae".
There is an ancient book that says, "One man can guard a pass, but ten thousand men cannot open it." It not only talks about the bravery and fearlessness of the soldiers guarding the pass, but also emphasizes the importance of the pass.
"Are you nervous?"
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Looking into each other's eyes with shimmering golden pupils, Mambas involuntarily turned his head. Chu Zihang's dragon pupils held the majesty of a monarch.
Perhaps because he didn't know what to say, Chu Zihang asked, holding the scabbard in his arms.
"Student of Cassel College in 2002, Xiudington Mambas."
The man wearing a long black trench coat from the Executive Department took out a lighter from his pocket, lit another cigarette for himself, and puffed away.
He stretched out his hand and handed over the cigarette case. Chu Zihang slowly shook his head.
"That's right. Young people should smoke less. It's not good for the lungs."
The man put away his cigarette case, took out a mini submachine gun from his back and assembled it. Although the power of his own speech spirit is not enough, now is the 21st century, a new era of science and technology.
He was relatively speechless, but the chilling atmosphere was getting stronger and stronger.
Outside this subway entrance, there are streets with people coming and going, and it is a bustling city with tall buildings.
In this subway entrance, there are countless snake-like monsters. They are doing bad things in groups, bloody, violent and cruel killings. They are the evil ghosts Yasha crawling out of hell, and they are about to cause trouble in the world.
The two people wearing the simple World Tree badges were guarding the door, but they were guarding the entire world.
But they are in darkness. Even if the source of the unrest is resolved, no ordinary person knows their achievements, the price they paid, or the blood they shed.
This is the world of hybrids, the real and cruel Evernight City hidden in the bustle and bustle.
Chu Zihang put his hands on his chest and raised his head slightly, his sharp black hair flying around, revealing the tip of his straight nose. His eyes were still as silent as cold, and his breath was as steady as ever.
In the eyes of the students of Shilan Middle School, Chu Zihang is a top student, someone else's child, someone they envy but cannot catch up with in their lifetime, and also the Bai Yueguang in the hearts of countless girls.
In the eyes of the teacher, he is a proud man with a bright future and an elite in the future society. @*~~
But no one would know that he was fighting a group of monsters with a Japanese sword in the subway entrance of London, England.
Even his (adoptive parents) would not know what he had done.
Next to him, Mambas was holding a cigarette, breathing similarly long, and holding a dark mini-submachine gun in his hand, just waiting for the group of snake-like Deadpools to swim onto the platform and crawl into the best shooting range.
Compared to Chu Zihang's calmness, he was actually a little nervous, and his adrenaline was soaring so fast that he could feel his heart beating powerfully in his chest.
But after all, he is a commissioner who graduated from Kassel College, and is still Chu Zihang's senior. Although his blood level is not high, his speaking ability is average, and his ability is not outstanding among the elites, he is still a mixed race.
So he smoked a cigarette to keep calm, and also implicitly showed that he would not leave Chu Zihang alone.
The snake-shaped dead waiters walked up the stairs, their heads swaying and their black hair scattered. The leader, a tall snake-shaped dead waiter, stood upright with his humanoid body and let out a sharp and ear-piercing scream.
Many snake-shaped dead servants behind them started to move forward one after another. Their golden eyes were shining, as if they had received the king's instructions, they straightened up and rushed towards the upper passage.
The war has begun.
"It's defective!"
Murasame's slender blade slashed at the neck of the snake-like monster, cutting off their scales and spinal bones, making a bloody sound like a dull knife cutting flesh.
But Chu Zihang just drew his sword and watched! Breathe! Cut off the carp's mouth! Pay it forward! Cut it off! Blood vibration! Take the knife!
The seven movements of the Iai Slash are wielded like arms, sweeping out a different kind of violent aesthetics in the bloody storm.
On the higher steps behind the boy in black, there was Mambas, who also had golden eyes, holding a mini-submachine gun and firing horizontally at them.
"Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta!"
The alchemy bullets poured out for free, almost forming a metal barrage that enveloped the entire row of Deadpools, splashing with clusters of scarlet blood flowers.
Chu Zihang exerted force on his waist, driving his hands to rotate. The demon sword Murasame was now completely covered with blood, from the tip of the blade to the blade's jaw, covered with a strange blood color.
He had made this knife like a wind wheel, rushing to kill among the group of snake-shaped dead servants, and countless deformed broken arms and limbs rolled to the ground.
Their bodies are certainly tough enough.
Cutting their bones would create gaps in the iron tools and slow down the enemy's blades. But at this moment, the center of the audience was the bloody young man.
He only used one knife to block all the snake-like dead men who rushed forward from the door, like a demon or a god.
If you look carefully, you will find that Chu Zihang's golden pupils are already burning with blood flames. This is the activation of the violent blood technique.
He paid the price for his body to be permanently corroded by the high-purity dragon blood in exchange for new strength that was enough to resurrect from the ashes.
Of course Chu Zihang knew that he was making a deal with the devil, but he had to make it.
He still has a lot to do before falling into the abyss forever, and he cannot leave his life here.
But the densely packed snake-like deadpools were still walking upstream. The pair of outward-turned fangs were ferocious and fierce. The bite force of the body's bones could be called a killing weapon.
"break!"
For a moment, Chu Zihang, who was holding Murasame tightly, suddenly spoke out, opened his mouth wide, and suddenly spit out such a shocking syllable.
Infinite flames emerged from in front of him, just like a king holding the Constitution in his mouth, reciting imperial orders, and opening the door to the world of fire.
The raging flames swept downwards, briefly illuminating the dark subway entrance, causing all the snake-like Deadpools who rushed up to melt into charcoal while wailing.
Looking around, there were dead bodies lying everywhere. Correct update @ But deep in the dark railway tracks in the distance, there are still rustling sounds echoing. .
