"clang!"
The long and narrow blade touched his waist and abdomen, Chu Zihang rolled on the spot and rushed into the encirclement. Only in the crowd can the damage released by his Word Spirit and Jun Yan be maximized.
Another burst of notes compressed to the extreme was spit out, and the violent flames solidified and rushed in all directions. The billowing fire waves quickly conducted all kinds of weapons made of metal to high temperatures.
Only the Mountain King moved his arms wantonly, and the layers of trembling fat on his chest were covered with thick layers of rock, completely blocking him from the high-heat flames.
Word Spirit·Titan.
This spirit of words is vividly highlighted in the Mountain King, which is much better than the degenerate hybrid that Li Longyuan slaughtered in the Huashan Stone Forest.
With a height of nearly 2.1 meters and a waistline of almost 2 meters, the whole person is as majestic as a mountain of meat.
The leader who possessed the Spirit of Words and Mingzhao gritted his teeth and took three evolution potions in three days, using up his vitality to barely expand the area to a size that could accommodate his size.
"Store manager, the guys outside all look vicious. Let's call the police as soon as possible!"
The female clerk looked through the glass window. The only decent-looking young man in black was holding a knife among the weird people in strange clothes. From time to time, a group of violent flames burst out of thin air like a magic trick, which scared her and made her legs shake. explain.
"It's useless. Let's gather everyone together first. Then we can have someone to take care of us whether we want to stay or run away."
Song Yuan was also looking outside at this moment. When she saw the shining golden eyes of all the people in the group, she understood what Mr. Li called "the mixed-race world".
After checking the information for so many days, she also knew how big the physical gap was between mixed races and ordinary people.
If they really came to this store, it would be difficult for the female clerks, who are already at a disadvantage physically, to escape.
"Get out of the way! Bugs."
The Mountain King strode forward with an evil voice, looking like an armored demon. He clenched his big palm-like hands into fists and smashed them down on the little thing in front of him. He smashed the asphalt road like a roaring battering ram, causing the asphalt road to crack and shake.
Chu Zihang swung his body like a spirit fox, swung out Murasame from time to time, and slashed out a flash of silver sword light to repel other ghost cave leaders who wanted to take the opportunity to attack.
"Your Majesty! Don't worry about him. Kill him and smash up the store in front of him."
Wu Xiao, who was hiding behind the mountain king's burly body, shouted coldly. Hearing these words, Chu Zihang's golden pupils under his sunglasses instantly brightened, and the blood-explosion state silently activated.
"Young ones, rush for me!"
The mountain king really listened to the command. He roared immediately, shook the dust that had been splashed all over his body, and went straight to the teahouse with simple decoration and the "Songbai" signboard. His ever-expanding body was hiding behind the glass window. The little girl watching from behind is particularly ferocious and vicious.
"Hide in the kitchen first."
Song Yuan waved his hand and could only move the little girls with him, but the anxious look in his eyes became more intense.
This kind of mixed race acted without any concern for the impact and seriously deviated from social laws. For a while, she really couldn't think of any other way except to contact the orthodox manpower for reinforcements.
"焅!"
A slender Japanese sword was placed in front of him. The gurgling rain washed away the blood and flowed down the blade. Chu Zihang opened his sunglasses, revealing golden eyes as bright as the sun.
The violent flames swayed like a long snake within a radius of six meters in front of him. The scorching temperature made the surrounding air extremely dry. If a normal mixed-race took a breath, his face would turn red and his lungs would hurt.
What really made the members and leaders of the ghost cave stop in their tracks was not only the high-explosive round of Yan Ling Jun Yan, but also the eyes of the young man holding the knife that turned into red gold.
The blood-like color was washed in the sun, and an invisible but majestic energy stirred in the hearts of every mixed race who looked directly at them. This was the oppression of the superiors alone, and the emotion of fear spread silently in everyone's hearts. .
"His face is pale, and it seems that he has used a method of overdrafting his vitality. He will not be able to hold on for long."
Wu Xiao, whose bloodline was not of high purity, immediately lowered his head to avoid this fierce and poisonous gaze, but he keenly noticed Chu Zihang's sultry state and immediately shouted.
The excited leaders of the ghost cave hid behind the thick-skinned Mountain King and moved forward step by step, testing the young man with cold eyes and holding a knife alone.
"My car is parked at the back corner of the street. You can get out of the back door and drive in the direction of Li's Heavy Industry."
Chu Zihang resisted the fishy smell rising in his throat, faced the Mountain King and his entourage with a knife in front, and slowly retreated towards the inside of Songbai Teahouse. Then he threw a Porsche key to the back kitchen, where several huddled girls were. Only then did he realize that this was the regular customer who often came to the store to drink tea but didn't like to talk.
"What about you?"
Huang Ying raised her head and asked, her face looking nervous.
"Thank you, Mr. Chu."
Song Yuan first gave a slight salute, and then pulled up the female shop assistants around her.
"let's go."
There was no hesitation at this critical moment. Song Yuan knew very well that without Chu Zihang staying behind, none of them would be able to escape.
Unarmed ordinary people like me can only be used as hostages to hold them back.
"The trapped beast still fights."
Wu Xiao couldn't help but laugh when he saw the panic scene in the store. He even began to enjoy the pleasure of controlling life and death, watching them struggle in the cage and losing hope little by little.
"Songpa!"
He shouted a name, and next to him a guy with a white belt on his head, a strong face, bulging shoulder muscles, and his fingers were wrapped in gauze, who looked like a boxer, stood up.
Sompha used to be the uncrowned king who was forced to fight in an underground boxing arena in Thailand. After awakening, he killed the owner of the arena and his family due to personal grudges. He escaped into the ghost cave and joined the gang, taking the position of leader.
"Leave it to you, just play with him and don't kill him."
Wu Xiao grinned, and the strong man in his thirties nodded coldly and rushed in.
The alchemical knife cut into the man's fist and made a sound like gold and iron. Chu Zihang raised his eyes slightly and saw that the man's exposed muscles were as hard as copper and iron, with a faint metallic luster.
The Word Spirit Bronze Throne is a perfect fit for the boxer.
After all, Songpa didn't know that he had dragon blood when he was born, but he was honed little by little in an underground boxing ring full of ridicule and abuse. He didn't know how much blood flowed before he gradually touched the threshold of awakening the spirit of speech.
His acquired physical fitness enabled him to withstand the pressure of opening the Bronze Throne on his body's bones.
Chu Zihang continued to wield his sword with the same indifference. He had been sweating every day in the Children's Palace Kendo Hall for three years, and he meticulously trained even the most basic kendo moves every day. Never let up.
Neither of the two tough-minded people had any intention of speaking. Only the light of the sword and the shadow of the fist stood silently against each other. The red flames wrapped around the blade and cut into the metal-like muscles, leaving a light white mark.
Kesongpa just frowned, and then swung his iron fist harder and harder, hitting the jade steel blade. The blade shook violently like a spring to relieve force, and the young man holding the handle couldn't help but retreat. Half step.
