Chapter 190: Whip the Corpse

Nangong Cheng had murderous intentions towards Zhang Huaming, and he was bound to kill him quickly. He roared out a murderous word, and everyone moved, waving their weapons, and pounced on Zhang Huaming and Leng Lanning like wolves and tigers.

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Compared with ordinary warriors, the twenty martial arts guards are definitely a good force. Even in the army, they can hold certain military positions and enjoy the salary of the imperial court.[]

As for Wu Zong and Wu Wang, they are already at the level of generals in the army. They are figures with endless glory and wealth in any country.

Now, a Martial King and three Martial Sects of the Nanyan Empire have to join forces to deal with a reckless person. If this matter spreads out, I am afraid it will immediately cause an uproar.

However, just as Nangong Cheng and others were about to encircle them,

i When Zhang Huaming and Leng Lanning were standing motionless, something strange happened. Outside their encirclement, one after another figures appeared out of thin air one after another. In just a few moments, Nangong Cheng and others

There were more than two hundred people standing all around. These people were like statues, standing coldly with expressionless faces, exuding a heart-stopping killing intent.

With their strange appearance, the atmosphere on the field suddenly changed drastically. Huge monsoons surged, murderous intent instantly enveloped the sky, and a faint smell of blood floated in the air.

Faced with the sudden change, Nangong Cheng and others were obviously taken aback. They didn't even bother to attack Zhang Huaming anymore. They quickly stopped their bodies, gritted their teeth and used their own strength and will to resist the strong pressure emanating from these people.

With frightened eyes, he looked at the crowd around him who looked like a god of murder, with a look of horror on his face.

Who are these people?

When and how did they appear?

Why were they just standing there, so frightened that they felt like they were about to stop breathing? Everyone was wondering, and the uneasy fear spread among the crowd instantly like a plague.

"Kill, why not kill? I will stand here waiting for you to come over." Zhang Huaming looked at Nangong Cheng, who had a pale face and was sweating crazily on his forehead, and asked without any emotion.

"He...they are all yours?" Nangong Cheng took a deep breath with all his strength and asked with difficulty. At this time, he had used almost all his strength to resist the energy emanating from more than two hundred people.

Under the invisible pressure, he didn't even have the strength to move his feet. His handsome face was pale, his legs were slightly soft, and his tone of voice was no longer as powerful as before.==

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Nangong Cheng knew that he was afraid. His heart and even his soul were trembling deeply. He couldn't even think of resistance. He didn't know who these people were, even when they appeared.

, had it not been for the powerful momentum that these people deliberately exuded, they would not have noticed it at all based on their martial arts cultivation.

Nangong Cheng has never felt such a deep fear, almost falling into the bottomless abyss at any time. Even facing his father who is in the realm of the God of War, he has never been so afraid.

Nangong Cheng has met many Martial Gods, and his father is also a master in the realm of Martial Gods, so he is no stranger to Martial Gods. He can clearly feel that everyone who appears here has at least one who is not weaker than his father.

The aura of a strong man, that is to say, almost all of these people have a strength that is not weaker than that of a Martial God.

Are all these people warrior gods?

Impossible, absolutely impossible

Nangong Cheng was shocked. He couldn't believe his guess and refused to believe it, but the ruthlessness of everything that happened in front of him destroyed any luck he had in his heart.

There are very few masters in the Martial God realm, and ordinary cultivators will probably rarely see one in their lifetime. The sudden appearance of a Martial God here is enough to shock people, but now it is very likely that hundreds of Martial Gods will appear here, even Nangong

I have seen countless masters in my life, and now I can't help but feel chilled and terrified.

"Do you want to hear the truth or lies?" Zhang Huaming asked without answering.

"It's... the truth." Nangong Cheng suppressed the fear in his heart and stammered.

"Why, your tone of voice has weakened so much. Are you scared?" Zhang Huaming took the opportunity to add insult to injury and asked deliberately.

Regarding his enemies, Zhang Huaming never minded using any means to torture them, nor would he easily let go of any opportunity to strike and torture them. He would make their lives worse than death, just like what he did to Zhao Dong in the King's City.

Everything was the same, he wanted them to know that if they provoked him, the serious consequences would be beyond their ability to bear.

Knowing that Zhang Huaming was taking the opportunity to humiliate him, Nangong Cheng was furious and refused to speak. He pursed his lips tightly and looked like there was nothing he could do about it.

"Answer me, are you scared? Are you afraid?" Zhang Huaming suddenly strode up to Nangong Cheng, grabbed his chin with one hand, looked down condescendingly, and asked with squinted eyes.

Nangong Cheng wanted to close his mouth with force, but he soon found that he couldn't do it at all. He felt that his jaw seemed to be clamped by an iron hoop, and his mouth opened involuntarily, with waves of heartbreaking pain.

It is transmitted to the brain, as if the jaw is about to break at any time, and the faint sound of bones rubbing against each other can be heard.

"Haha, you want to shut up now? Unfortunately it's too late." Zhang Huaming pinched his chin with his left hand and slapped Nangong Cheng on the face with his right hand.

"Snapped."

There was an extremely clear sound, and Nangong Cheng's fair and delicate right cheek suddenly turned red, with a distinct five-finger mark seemingly imprinted on it.

In this slap, Zhang Huaming did not use any energy, but simply used his gun. But even so, Nangong Cheng still felt as if he had been hit hard after this slap. His head seemed to have been hit by a huge boulder, and his mind was empty.

There was a dàngdàng, and the whole person almost fainted, all the nerves in the body were completely numb, and the terrible darkness in the sky shrouded him. He tried hard to open his eyes to find a ray of light, but found that the world between heaven and earth was so rich that it seemed to be able to swallow people alive.

There is nothing in the darkness inside.

"**, you dare to use your brain to even my people, I'm so tired of living." Zhang Huaming suddenly changed from his usual calm demeanor and instantly turned into a bandit and gangster who was full of foul language and cursed without any image.

One sentence and slapped Nangong Cheng on the face.

"I have long told you not to think that just because you are a prince, you are powerful. I have long told you to take your people and get out. You **** think I am afraid of you? You idiot, I am looking at the Nan behind you.

The Yan Empire has just given you a way out, but you still want to lead someone to kill me." Zhang Huaming cursed a few more times, and quickly slapped Nangong Cheng's face with his right hand. Look.

His angry look seemed to have some deep hatred between him and Nangong Cheng.

Although Zhang Huaming did not use energy and only used his palms, don't forget that his body is so powerful that it has become abnormal to the point where even his master Xuan Tianba can't match it. He is truly invulnerable to all poisons and is almost invulnerable.

He had already perfected the indestructible body of Vajra. When he hit Nangong Cheng in the face with his hands, there was no difference at all from hitting him in the face with an iron plate or brick.

Under Zhang Huaming's lightning-fast mouths, the originally high-spirited Nangong Cheng was no different from a dead dog. His body fell limply to the ground, his eyes were closed tightly, his head was tilted, and his left and right cheeks were

Already bloody

It was blurry, and patches of blood were flowing freely.

After being ravaged like this by Zhang Huaming, no matter who it was, he must have fainted long ago, but Nangong Cheng didn't. He originally thought that he would definitely faint, because his body was so numb that he almost lost consciousness.

But unfortunately, he found that his consciousness was always awake, he could clearly feel the severe pain on his face that penetrated into his bone marrow, and he could clearly hear Zhang Huaming's curses.

He never thought that one day he, who had always been aloof, would fall to such a miserable state. At this moment, his only wish was to pass out immediately. As long as he passed out, no matter how much Zhang Huaming scolded him, no matter what he did,

He didn't even notice the beating, so he felt very satisfied and happy.

His wish was not small, it was so small that it made people feel helpless. However, Zhang Huaming was not willing to satisfy even his small wish. He forcibly used the soul attack power of the Mother of Soul Beasts to continuously stimulate Nangong Cheng.

His soul kept him awake at all times.

Only in this way can Zhang Huaming vent the strong dissatisfaction in his heart. My dear, a mere prince dares to rob me. Aren't you a big insult to me?

He Lianbing and the other twenty-seven guards looked at Zhang Huaming with dull eyes, leaving bright red fingerprints on Nangong Cheng's face like a storm, with their mouths wide open and expressions on their faces.

Mu Ran, his body has long been as rigid as a stone statue.

Watching Zhang Huaming slap him every time, they felt bursts of burning pain on their faces, as if the slap had hit them directly in the face, and even their teeth began to hurt.

fierce, brutal

This is the only word that He Lianbing and others can use to describe Zhang Huaming at this moment. Nangong Cheng's face has been deformed by his beatings, and he still refuses to stop. It is just like whipping a corpse. Even the unconscious person

You, Zhang Huaming, will torture and ravage the dead person to death. This is not cruel and brutal.

He Lianbing and others obviously knew that the tragic situation of Nangong Cheng and others at this time was the fate they were about to face, and they did not even know whether Zhang Huaming would be merciful and spare their lives.

He suddenly regretted why he came to this damn Five Finger Mountains with Nangong Cheng today. Why couldn't he refuse the eldest prince's order with a tougher attitude? Why did Nangong Cheng

When i forced Leng Lanning, not only did I not stop it, but I also took pleasure in fanning the flames?

And the final result of this series of reasons was to offend such a terrible and terrifying evil star. If time could be turned back, He Lianbing would rather defect to the Nanyan Empire alone than provoke Zhang Huaming, this perverted evil star.

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