Douluo's giant

At night, in the snow and wind.

In a forest that looks like an ice sculpture.

Hao Heng's fists were clenched silently.

He is in a bad mood now. He obviously thinks that his plan is perfect, but why does he feel stupid when the other party tells him about it? He is a little angry now, no, not a little, but very...

Pure power without any other energy is like water in a small river, gathering towards the fist.

"Want to start?"

Mr. Wu squinted his eyes and smiled kindly. He didn't seem to be afraid of Hao Heng, but think about it, as a Contra, what should he be afraid of?Unless... Hao Heng is a Titled Douluo!

"Young man, please act rationally, don't wait..."

While Mr. Wu was still speaking, Hao Heng's fist was swung over. The punch was more bone-piercing than the cold wind between heaven and earth. In an instant, it fell on Mr. Wu's old face.

However, although Mr. Wu did not expect Hao Heng to act so decisively, he was still prepared before. When Hao Heng's figure disappeared from the place, a layer of light shield lowered from the golden small tower rising above his head, covering him up. The guard is in it.

Hao Heng's fist landed on it, vibrating a sound as deep as the sound of an ancient bell. The snow falling beside them was carried away by the sound waves, forming in this world of flying snow. A special empty space.

With this punch, Hao Heng felt smooth all over his body. He felt that this was how it should be. He obviously had enough power, so why should he play tricks with them that he was not good at? He decided to ignore Bibi Dong's request. , after returning, he would join forces with the undercover to kill the other person directly without talking to them any more nonsense.

When the idea came to his mind, he also raised his other fist and struck at Elder Wu's golden light shield with violent violence.

"Boom Meteor Shower."

Huge fist shadows shot out from Hao Heng's fists, like real meteors, dragging narrow and blazing tails of flames, hitting the golden mask.

Elder Wu didn't seem to expect that Hao Heng's fist was so powerful. He pinched the seal in his hand. The wrinkles on the old face disappeared, and the old aura was replaced by a burst of vitality. His face was filled with red light, and the few hairs and hair on his head moved on their own without any wind.

He had tried his best to hold on, but under the bombardment of those invisible fists, he still retreated step by step until he leaned against an ice tree and had to use his strength to stop.

Hao Heng was very dissatisfied when he saw that his moves only dimmed the light on the mask a little. He turned his fist into a finger shape, stepped back with his right foot, bent his knees, and gathered his strength, ready to attack.

But this time, Mr. Wu was one step ahead of him. He raised his head and looked with golden eyes. He quickly changed his fingers and the small golden pagoda above his head flew into the sky to the top of Hao Heng's head. He saw a black soul ring shining brightly beside him. , a layer of golden light descended from the tower, covering Hao Heng in it.

Mr. Wu looked at Hao Heng who was covered in the quilt, snorted coldly, and said: "Young man, don't be so angry. Look, you will suffer a loss..."

His words had not yet finished.

The terrifying scene in the golden light mask made him widen his eyes.

Inside the mask, Hao Heng's strong body surface was covered with a layer of milky white halo, like an inflated balloon. It collided rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it reached ten meters, 20 meters... and stopped only after reaching [-] meters.

Mr. Wu stared dumbly at the giant standing tall on the sky and the earth. He did not dare to hesitate. He changed his handprints, causing the small golden tower to rise and the light shield to expand.

But does it work?

Hao Heng told him, it’s useless!

His eyes sparkled with energy, he stepped steadily, gathered strength on his shoulders, and then hit the edge of the light barrier.

"Boom, the backer falls"

A dull impact sounded, and a shock wave shook off Hao Heng's shoulder. The light on the golden light shield shone brightly. It still seemed indestructible, but Hao Heng knew that it was at the end of its strength and could not hold on for long. The old man at the foot outside looks like he has a strong momentum, but in fact he has no energy left.

He took a few steps back and clapped his palms out, with a continuously vibrating force gathering in his palms.

"Earthquake, shattering mountains and cracking ground"

Just like the last straw that broke the camel's back, when Hao Heng's palm fell on the light mask, before he could fully exert his strength, the light mask was shattered like a mirror smashed on the ground.

Hao Heng was stunned for a moment, then raised his head suddenly and reached out to grab the small tower above his head.

"no, do not want."

Mr. Wu's voice came from below. Hao Heng ignored it and held the small golden tower in his hand. The concussive force remaining in his palm penetrated into it. After only holding on for a few seconds, the small tower shattered and turned into starlight. Dispersed bit by bit.

Wu Laoru was severely injured on the ground. The blood he spit out drew an arc in the air. He flew backwards and hit the ground with the back of his head. Fortunately, the ground was covered with a layer of snow. Otherwise, his face looked worse than the one next to him. If the snow is still white, he will probably die directly.

Hao Heng changed back to his original form and walked towards him. As he walked, he clenched his fists tightly. Because the power of the fist was too strong, it spread into the air, causing a terrifying cyclone to surround him.

He came to Mr. Wu, raised his fist, and was ready to give him a good blow, but when he glanced at it, Mr. Wu seemed to have something to say. He raised his finger tremblingly and pointed at his chest.

Hao Heng looked at him strangely. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, and he remembered something bad. He quickly squatted down, unbuttoned his chest, rummaged around, and took out a silver-white sword from the inner pocket of his clothes. Shield badge.

"You are undercover!"

Hao Heng said in surprise.

Mr. Wu nodded his head several times with a sad look on his face.

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier!" Hao Heng held the badge and said reproachfully.

Mr. Wu's lips trembled, he breathed out weakly, and said sadly: "You didn't give me a chance to say it either!"

"Forehead!"

Hao Heng thought about it and realized that he was really impatient just now. The series of attacks were too fast and he really didn't give the old man a chance to speak. He frowned when he looked at the old man who had taken in less air and had more air out.

"What can I do? After beating the undercover to death, the remaining two must not be from the prince's side. If I summon the giant martial spirit, although I can easily crush them, if my true identity is exposed, it will Isn’t it not good? No, this old man can’t die!”

Hao Heng looked around and saw a vast expanse of white. Except for ice trees and snowflakes, there was nothing else, let alone life-saving herbs. He thought for a while and said thoughtfully: "It seems that the only way to use it is that trick."

He stood up and took a few steps back. Two soul rings, one purple and one black, floated out of his body and floated beside him. With a snap of his fingers, the purple soul rings flickered, and there were suddenly a few weak crackles in the air around him. There was a snapping sound, and from time to time there were flashes of lightning arcs.

Hao Heng snapped his fingers again, and a thundercloud the size of a palm gathered over the old man's body. The next second, boom, a finger-thick thunder cloud descended and landed on Old Wu's body.

Immediately, Mr. Wu's narrowed eyes suddenly opened, and he sat up straight. His few hair turned into charcoal, and a meat-scented mist was exuding from his body, but the aura on his body was indeed... is recovering little by little.

"Success!"

Hao Heng looked happy and clapped his hands.

This electric shock treatment method was specially prepared for Tang San after he accepted him as his disciple for half a year. After all, he did not have his own sleeping and recovery breathing method, and his body had been exercising at a high intensity, which might cause serious problems, so Hao Heng He was thinking about whether he could stimulate his body's cells through electric shock to speed up his body's recovery.

But after trying it twice, Tang San said he didn't want to be shocked anymore and actively reduced the amount of training. He also put down this very rough recovery technique. He didn't expect that he could use it again today.