Fu Nian cut off the head of a ghost in the field with one hand, and with a slash of his knife, he cut another man in black who was lying on the ground behind him into two halves.
Looking at Yuan Zhisheng who fell across the way, there was a hint of curiosity in his voice. Yuan Zhisheng was also killing the surrounding hybrids with Spider Cut, but because he also had to take care of his words and spirits, his
His movements are relatively slow, and his strength and speed are naturally much slower than those of Fu Nian.
"Yan Ling·King Quan, serial number 91. Aren't you going to learn this in the Yan Ling class?"
Yuan Zhisheng glanced at Fu Nian, and then looked further away at the mixed-races who were madly attacking the Wuchen Land in the distance. They were different from the mixed-races in Europe and were influenced by Chinese Confucianism.
, Japan is a country where loyalty and morality are written in their bones. Even if they are evil spirits, they are still human beings with instinctive consciousness before they are completely lost and buried by negative emotions and become deadpools.
At this moment, no one of them retreated, but they used firepower crazily to try to break through the defense of Wuchen Land. In fact, this is indeed possible. Wuchen Land is Yanling.
But word spirits also have limits. As long as the external force is strong enough, all word spirits can be broken from the outside world. However, this limit is a multi-faceted factor, including the physical fitness, bloodline and released word spirit of the caster.
The intensity has this great relationship.
Just like Yuan Zhisheng's royal power at the moment, once something goes wrong with Yuan Zhisheng, his speech spirit will naturally be destroyed. The same is true for Fu Nian's speech spirit. Although his is a defensive speech spirit, as long as the outside force is strong enough,
, if the attacks are intensive enough, the Dustless Land will still shatter like glass.
Yuan Zhisheng looked at the madly attacking fierce ghosts. The roaring sound of cannons reached Yuan Zhisheng's ears through the field. He knew that Fu Nian did not block the sound because it would save a lot of energy. He was the release of the spirit spirit.
The author understands this very well.
But he knew that Wuchen Land would eventually be broken under such an intensive attack, because his family once had a very specific strength analysis of the word spirit. Although Wuchen Land is a defensive word spirit, according to the A-level
At best, the hybrid can only withstand the bombardment of heavy tanks.
This violent explosive power will instantly make the blue bar of the hybrid disappear. Although he knows that according to the blood strength of the hybrid, the power that Fu Nian, as an S-level hybrid of Cassel College, can withstand will be even greater. But this hugeness is after all.
To a certain extent, in the face of today's large-area bullet impact, the time Wuchen Land can hold on is very precious.
Fu Nian is now under a lot of pressure, so they must resolve the battle as soon as possible.
Yuan Zhisheng bent down and walked on the edge of the Wuchen Land, reaching out to cut off the body of one of the hybrids. Near the edge of the Yanling, his strength will be significantly weakened. The men in black here are all forefathers.
Their bodies were curled up on the ground. Some of them were even able to bear the pain and could barely move their fingers.
His current task is to clear them out as quickly as possible.
Then……
"Be careful in the back."
Just when Yuan Zhisheng was considering whether he should take the risk to expand the range of his speech spirit, a low voice suddenly appeared in his ears. The sound was like a landmine exploding next to his eardrums. The tearing tremor instantly made him instinctively
Leaning towards the other side. It seemed that those four words formed a strong wave, pushing him aside.
As Yuan Zhisheng's instinct tilted, he suddenly woke up. Relying on his excellent reflexes as a super hybrid, he suddenly turned his head and looked in a certain direction behind him. He felt a very strong force there.
A powerful threat.
He glanced away, and a sharp claw slashed across the back of his neck like a sword, appearing above the position he had just been at.
Yuan Zhisheng was suddenly stunned. He had seen Deadpool before, and even said that he had seen too many Deadpools over the years. He had also seen countless Deadpools with different physical characteristics.
But, what the hell is this?!
Yuan Zhisheng twisted his body and tried to retreat. He chose to retreat the moment he saw the opponent's sharp blade.
Because the sharp claws were so long, like a sickle cutting through a wheat stalk, the weapon shaped like ten swords instantly tore ten cracks into the air in front of him.
Yuan Zhisheng retreated quickly, but because the distance between the two was too close and the opponent's swing was very fast, after realizing that his action had failed, Deadpool suddenly changed his attack trajectory in mid-air.
.Attacked towards Yuan Zhisheng at a weird and extremely fast angle.
Fu Nian watched helplessly as ten sharp claws appeared in the distance on Yuan Zhisheng's chest with the speed of a sword piercing through Changhong.
It was a monster so ferocious that Fu Nian could hardly tell what it was. The moment he saw it, even Fu Nian, a guy who thought he could see the nature of the world clearly, was stunned.
It's not that this guy is too powerful, but that this guy is too ugly. He really can't imagine that the genes of the dragon family can arbitrarily evolve humans into such a thing.
The power seemed to be infinitely amplified on the other party, but the amplification was in the limbs. The palms that were originally only the size of normal humans turned into webbed fingers like amphibians, and the fingernails turned into those of a giant eagle laying eggs.
Sharp claws, but those sharp claws are too exaggerated
It's completely like a specially upgraded eagle claw. It's almost half a meter long. It's long on the palm of less than twenty inches. It's as abrupt as it can be. It seems to use space as an opponent to practice during normal swings.
. The air can be easily torn apart with every beat.
The opponent's toes were also gripping the ground tightly with five nails of nearly half a meter. If Fu Nian's dust-free land hadn't covered the ground, the opponent would have punched through the ground like paper in an instant.
These are the only two places that can be seen on the opponent's body, or the only two places that are more evolved and make the dragon feel normal. Although they are still spliced together from biological genes, they still make people feel less disgusting after all.
.
But the backbone of the opponent is really Fu Nian, a giant dragon who has seen the world. He can't bear it. Under the wanton erosion of dragon genes, the opponent is like a toad full of rotten blisters. His back, chest, abdomen, neck and body are all covered with blood.
There are raised tumors everywhere, but they are not ordinary tumors, but different types of creatures, such as rotting horse heads, ferocious macaques, boney fish tails, etc. The creatures seem to be trying to drill out of each other's bodies.
As if coming out, the opponent's every move is filled with desperate movements in all directions.
What did this guy drink?
Fu Nian looked at the broken test tube that had fallen somewhere at the opponent's feet. The test tube was clean. No residual liquid had flowed out at all.
"I'm afraid this guy drank some nuclear wastewater. He evolved into this state. I feel disgusted that you become my subordinate!" Fu Nian frowned and silently took two steps back.
Fu Nian was not the only one who stepped back. Even the men in black who were doing crazy output outside at this moment stopped pressing the triggers in their hands and stared at the monster that appeared inside the Wuchen Land.
One by one, they unconsciously looked at a certain position on their waists. Many of them took out a bottle of test tubes filled with red liquid and looked at the evil ghost in front of them.
Coldness. They themselves are evil spirits eroded by negative emotions. One day, they will be completely eroded by the dragon blood in their bodies at an unknown time and become an unconscious deadpool. This is their ending, a despairing one.
ending.
But they never despair, because they still have hope, and that hope is the red liquid in their hands. It used to be black liquid, but not long ago, their superiors gave them the latest improved evolution medicine, which is their path to real power.
An object of faith. It is their sacred object.
But now their faith is crumbling. Staring at the thing in front of them that is neither human nor ghost, their hearts are shaking at this moment.
Yuan Zhisheng had no time to pay attention to the shaken former family members around him. His body was falling to the ground rapidly.
But the sharp claws in front of him appeared on his chest at an even faster speed. The sharp claws began to close in Yuan Zhisheng's eyes. They were five guillotine-like sharp claws. Even a piece of it appeared in front of it.
Steel can also be easily cut into five pieces by the opponent.
But now it does not appear in front of the steel, but is about to appear in my own chest, with lightning speed!
Clang!
The blooming sparks splashed in front of Yuan Zhisheng like fireworks. The spider cut in front of the claws in an extremely weird posture. The huge impact made Yuan Zhisheng's body accelerate instantly and appeared directly on the concrete floor.
Yuan Zhisheng's body was flush with the ground. He supported the boy with his left hand and planted it on the concrete floor. His right hand blocked the sharp claws and was supported on the ground by his super balance force.
But before he could react, Deadpool in front of him used his instinct to fight like a beast and swung another sharp claw. The sharp claw appeared at Yuan Zhisheng's waist at an even faster speed.
But Yuan Zhisheng no longer had the slightest means of defense. If this guy dared to appear in front of him in his spiritual realm, he would have to bear the consequences.
Yuan Zhisheng's eyes suddenly bloomed with a bright golden color, and the hand that was originally supporting Tong Ziqie suddenly let go.
His body fell towards the ground, but the sharp claws appeared on his waist without any hindrance.
Poof!
Golden light suddenly filled the surrounding darkness.
The sound of sharp claws tearing the suit apart was extremely clear and harsh. Black blood appeared in the air like splashing ink.
Yuan Zhisheng landed heavily on the cement floor. The broken suit around his waist exposed the scarlet oozing out of it.
The next moment, shrill screams appeared in the corridor.
A ferocious sharp claw fell next to Yuan Zhisheng.