Douluo blood duke

Chapter 113 Fierce Fighting Contra Powerhouse
The dark red sword energy slashed at the light mirror with an irresistible sharp sword force, but the light mirror did not fall apart as Zhang Heng imagined, and the mirror surface touched by the sword energy was like milk. After his milky white halo flickered several times, he actually inhaled the entire sword energy into the mirror.

After Zhang Heng bowed his head, the ball of light condensed a beam of light into the mirror again. This time, what came out of the mirror was not a larger beam of light, but the dark red arc-shaped sword aura from before, just the same as before. The difference is that the sharpness of the sword qi is gone, but replaced by a torrent of energy ready to go.

When Zhang Heng lowered his head to hear the sound behind his head, the sword energy also fell on him.

bang.

The loud sound like the explosive explosion of Kaishan rubble, with the violent airflow, blasted the people watching the battle away again, and they stuck to the wall.

If it wasn't for the extraordinary materials used during the construction of the castle, I am afraid that the entire castle would collapse at this moment.

No one can stand firm under this violent air current. Even if they don't know how strong it is, Mengran, who can keep Fino, who has Contra as his backer, in his heart, clings to the sofa, and the sofa They retreated a few meters together, even Mark, who had been prepared for a long time, dodged in embarrassment.

But the figure in the center of the explosion did not fall down, as if it was rooted in an old tree, and did not even shake its figure.

After the airflow slowly weakened, Mo Yunyi looked up at Zhang Heng, and the blood mist from the explosion slowly dissipated. When she saw Zhang Heng's figure, her eyes turned red, and she quickly covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming. come out.

Almost the entire upper body and the flesh and blood of the head were blown apart, the chest was black with burnt large pectoral muscles hanging in the air, the head was even worse, the gray and white bones could even be seen looming on the thin skin of the forehead, and the top of the head One horn was broken, and the most terrifying thing was the shoulder that was cut off. Half of the shoulder was cut off, and the hand was almost broken, leaving only half of the broken bone and a few pieces of skin still connected.

"It hurts!"

If this kind of injury occurs on someone else, no matter how strong the martial spirit is, I am afraid that half of his life will be lost in the best case, but Zhang Heng said indifferently, as if his skin was just scratched by an ordinary sharp weapon. He said it in a non-painful way, making people feel no pain at all.

"Hmph, kid, if you dare to be stubborn, just fall down if this is the case, and I can save your life."

Mark, who already felt that Zhang Heng had no fighting ability, sneered with his hands behind his back, and said with a bit of sarcasm on his face.

Zhang Heng lowered his head and looked at him. Only one of his eyeballs was intact, and the other was only half hanging in the eye socket, but this did not affect the others. Others could feel the smile in his heart through his eyes.

"Spare my life, old man, beg for mercy from now on, it might make you feel better."

"beg for mercy?"

Mark stared wide-eyed, looked at Zhang Heng in disbelief, and laughed loudly: "Boy, you must have been beaten stupid, don't you know what's going on with you now?"

"That's all, why am I wasting so much talking with you?"

Mark shook his head annoyed, as if he was regretting what he was doing with Zhang Heng talking so much.

He raised his arms calmly, the yellow soul ring flickered beside him, and a white light beam shot into the light ball in the air from the cane. The already dim light ball was filled with energy again, and the golden light beam condensed on the spherical surface again.

After finishing everything, Mark looked down at Zhang Heng with a smile on his lips, but when he saw it clearly, his eyes widened, and there was no shadow of Zhang Heng in front of him.

He glanced left and right, but didn't find even a drop of blood, frowned slightly, and thought with some complaint in his heart: "Damn it, let him run away."

However, when he lowered his head, his eyes were filled with a huge shadow.

Mark's heart trembled, and he suddenly raised his head and looked behind him.

In an instant, a huge fist that made the sound of creaking muscles was continuously enlarged in front of his eyes.

Bang.

When the bang sounded in his ears, Mark instantly felt that the bridge of his nose was broken.

"Damn guy."

Mark, who was blown more than ten meters away, lay on the ground, bared his teeth and covered his face, stood up and looked at the huge figure that ran behind him and attacked him.

At this moment, Zhang Heng looked indifferent, and there was a little black-gray mist floating on the wound on his body, which continuously melted into the wound. With the fusion of the mist, the newly grown granulation grew rapidly, and his injury quickly recovered.

Most of the key places such as the head, chest, and arms have recovered, and the rest are superficial injuries and not important places.

Seeing this scene, Mark was shocked. He didn't expect Zhang Heng to have such a terrifying means of recovering from his injuries, but when he thought about it, he showed a fierce look.

"Since one hit can't kill you, then hit again, this time you will die!"

In the air, the light on the elliptical light mirror flickered, shrinking in all directions, and disappeared in place in the blink of an eye. At the same time, above Zhang Heng's head, a white light flickered, and the light spread quickly, and a new light mirror appeared.

The light ball was originally located on top of Zhang Heng's head, it rolled around, and the condensed light beam shot out. This time the light beam took a lot longer to condense than before, so after the light beam was shot, the light ball was completely Disappearing in the air, that beam of light was as thick as a bucket.

The light beam sank into the mirror, and when it reappeared, it already had a diameter of three meters, and it was smashed down like a pillar.

This time, Zhang Heng still didn't dodge, he even looked up at the beam of light with a mocking expression on his face.

"For the same trick, it's enough to hit it twice, why do you want to do it a third time?"

He said so slowly.

When the voice fell to the ground, the beam of light also smashed down. People with strong laser flashes could not open their eyes, lost their light, or when their eyes were full of light, wild laughter and sad tears sounded at the same time. .

After the beam of light bombarded for more than ten seconds, it slowly dimmed, and when the light in front of the eyes weakened a little, someone hurriedly opened their eyes to see what the situation was, but the moment the person opened their eyes, the white light that had not yet dissipated And a touch of blood red entered his eyes.

"What's going on, where is this place?"

"Why is there red mist around here, where am I?"

"Don't touch me you idiot."

"Hey, bastard, get your feet off me quickly."

Everyone surrounded by the thick blood mist inevitably rioted. Except for Zhang Heng, no one knew what happened.

Just before the beam of light fell on Zhang Heng, no one noticed that beside Zhang Heng, a round of black soul ring was shining. At the last moment, he used his fifth soul skill: blood mist.

Zhang Heng is a person who hopes to pursue the ultimate perfection. From the first soul skill: blood sucking, it can help him not be at a loss when facing rough-skinned and thick-skinned soul masters, but this soul skill has shortcomings, whether it is in the form of blood beads, It is still in the form of sucking, as long as the opponent can react and the speed is fast enough, they will miss.

So his second soul skill: Blood Shadow Sword, makes up for his damage, no matter it is a high attack power, quick response attack system soul master, or a flexible and cunning agility attack system soul master, he can use the blood shadow sword to attack. confrontation.

Although the blood sucking and the blood shadow sword are perverted, they are both single-target attack capabilities. Therefore, for his third soul skill, he chooses the one that can provide range attacks, and the blood demon explodes.

The fourth soul skill supplemented the magic skill of the soul master of the agility attack system, the blood shadow speed.

The sixth choice is to let his martial soul be a bloodthirsty bat when he has a soul skill that is head-to-head with an attack-type soul master, blood-burning rage.

These soul levels are more perverted and more effective than each other, but in Zhang Heng's heart, what makes him most satisfied is not any of the above, but the seemingly ordinary fifth soul skill: blood mist.

Blood mist, when his Wuhun just mutated into a blood demon, he used it to expel the blood energy in his body that was lacking at that time. However, if it only had the ability to expel blood energy and create a cloud of mist, Zhang Heng would not be able to use it unless he had a brain hole. Will choose it as his fifth soul skill. Its real ability is to temporarily turn Zhang Heng's body into blood energy and disperse it when Zhang Heng receives an irresistible attack. After that, take back the blood and energy to form a body, thereby avoiding damage.

Moreover, when Zhang Heng is in the state of blood mist, his soul level can still be used, such as blood sucking, blood shadow sword, and blood demon blasting these soul powers that consume blood, what does he want to do in the state of blood mist? , you can do whatever you want, just make sure that when the time is up, there is still enough blood to form a complete body.

And it was this magical skill that allowed him to be seriously injured without chaos, and to face the enemy without panic.

In a corner of the blood mist, Mark stood up from the ground, patted his robe, and looked at the surrounding blood with a gloomy expression. He could feel the faint murderous aura coming from the air, but he couldn't see the figure , but he didn't panic like other people shrouded in blood mist, but still kept his head calm.

"Boy, don't pretend to be a ghost. If you are a man, come out and fight."

He said quietly with a calm face, but the blood mist was already thick, and he didn't respond in the slightest.

"Hmph, nasty kid."

After a cold snort, a strange smile appeared on Mark's face.

"Boy, you think your methods are weird, so I can't do anything about you. I just saw that there are only six soul rings beside you, right, so you are just a soul emperor, and you have not yet Possess your own martial soul avatar!"

"Since that's the case, then I'll let you see what Contra is called."

"Come out, Rod of Holy Light and Glory!"

Mark raised his arms high, with a pious and solemn face, and shouted in a very respectful manner. A dark purple soul ring flickered beside him, and a white light shot out from between his brows, and slowly condensed into one in front of him, approaching two people. Mi, the phantom of the platinum staff.

Dazzling like the sun, white radiance full of holy charm bloomed from the hexalin sapphire stone at the top of the staff, dispelling the blood mist around him and illuminating others.

(End of this chapter)