Chapter 202: inhuman
Chapter 202 Inhumans
"Lv Zhuo of Qiang Prefecture, I have met Lord Wu'an."
Two meters tall, with a tiger's back and a slender waist, a golden crown on the top, a blood-red battle robe, a golden swallowing armor, and a Fangtian halberd in hand, just standing there, a heroic arrogance rushed toward him, even Zhao Yinshun. All to be applauded:
it is good! energetic!
On the other side, Lu Zhuo was also looking at Zhao Yinshun quietly. For the first time, he had a close encounter. The unreal face made him think that the other party was an immortal who came out of poetry and painting, and he felt a little ashamed for some reason.
Sword eyebrows and star eyes, a face like a crown of jade, wearing a splendid silver dragon suit, wearing a white jade sword on the waist, the whole person is like the snow lotus on the top of the alpine mountain, exuding a noble and elegant mysterious fragrance.
Especially when he met his gaze, his sharp, dark eyes were endlessly shattered, like a sea of stars and seas, and he wanted to inhale the souls of people into the bottomless darkness.
In a trance, Lu Zhuo seemed to see the illusory black flames steaming around the opponent's body, expanding frantically at a speed visible to the naked eye, covering every inch of vision in the blink of an eye.
He looks like a small boy, but the black flames he exudes fill the world. Even if he looks up hard, he can't spy on the boundary. He can only be shrouded in the terrifying shadow, melting little by little in the depths of the dark flames...
A mortal sense of awe and admiration for high-ranking creatures surged into his heart, driving Lu Zhuo to kneel down reverently towards the existence in front of him.
pop
The applause reverberated on the Fengshen Platform so crisply that it was painful, and there were clearly visible red palm prints on Lu Zhuo's angular facial features, which made Zhao Yinshun inexplicable.
"Beat yourself before you start? Is this...is it the custom of your Qiangzhou people?"
Seeing the expression on the boy's indescribable expression, Lu Zhuo only felt a surge of blood going straight to his forehead, but he also completely woke up from the oppression of the other party's supernatural [Charm].
What a terrible Wuanjun!
What is hiding in those eyes?
Holding Fang Tianhua halberd tightly, the heavy weapon in his hand seemed to give him a sense of security. Lu Zhuo took a deep breath and summoned the courage to look directly into the "horrifying" eyes of the boy.
"This slap is just that I was timid before fighting to wake myself up."
"That's it, you see something you shouldn't see."
Lightly hammered the palm of his hand, Zhao Yinshun suddenly realized, stared at Lu Zhuo with a smile but not a smile, and exhorted softly.
"Don't look directly, be careful to burn your soul."
The last [Omniscient Eye] high priest who looked at it this way is still blindfolded.
“…”
Although he knew that he was telling the truth, Lu Zhuo couldn't help but feel endless frustration in his heart.
Everyone is a genius on the [Fengshen Bang], so I don't even have the qualifications to look at you as a co-author?
Why? !
I just want to see it!
stubbornly raised his head, his angry gaze stopped immediately, Lu Zhuo trembled and lowered his head in trembling.
Outside the Fengshentai, countless onlookers saw this scene, goosebumps all over their bodies, and they felt a chill all over their bodies.
"Has he entered the state of [transcendence]?"
"No! No one has seen his [transcendence] posture!"
"Then what happened to him..."
Everyone is a genius from the top sanctuary, and you can know what the other party wants to express without saying anything.
That "taste"...they're all too familiar!
A taste of [inhuman]!
And it's not the seventh-order that retains most of the [humanity], but the more twisted, weird, indescribable eighth-order, or even the ninth-order!
A similar sense of terrifying oppression, they have only felt it on some old monsters in the depths of the sanctuary!
The feeling of is not like facing a specific [person], but an abstract [concept].
And this kind of [concept] cannot be understood by the soul of a mortal, even if it is just a glimpse, it may be melted by the divine light it emits, twisted into a lunatic, or a rotten flesh.
The third level of mythology, the higher you go, the stronger the smell of [inhuman], and Zhao Yinshun obviously has this smell lingering on him.
"But... he's only Tier 3!"
"Are all these monsters at the top of the [Fengshen Bang]?"
"No! The [Holy See] Saintess has always been in the top ten, she obviously doesn't have that smell!"
…
Just when a group of Tianjiao was discussing in full swing, there was also a stormy wave among the countless powers in the void who were concerned about this battle.
"Divine Transformation! How is it possible?"
"But the light of the mind materializes and burns the soul, which is a clear sign of the transformation of divinity!"
"I don't understand, why is third-order flesh and blood able to support divine transformation? Is there anything special about his body?"
"Hehe, find an old demon to kidnap him, skin and cramp to study!"
"Forget it, I'm afraid Duanmu Sui will fight for me, his current state is not very stable..."
"Without Duanmu Sui, maybe you guys can't even handle this little guy!"
"A mere third-order..."
"In your eyes, it's just a third-order. In my eyes, it's a future martial arts saint!"
“…”
As soon as these words came out, all the gods and demons fell into silence.
No one knows how terrifying the Martial Dao class, who is in charge of violent killings and concentrating thousands of mighty powers on himself, ascends to the Holy Seat!
Be conservative and kill two or three [pseudo-sages] should be no problem...
"Martial Dao is difficult and dangerous, he may not be able to reach the peak, maybe he will stop at the eighth rank in the future."
"Even if it's only the eighth rank, people hook up with the [Fengshen Bang] and unfold the [Tongshen] attitude desperately, can you guarantee that you can hold him down?"
“…”
Indeed, the eighth-rank warriors are so desperate that even the ninth-rank saints have to avoid their edge, not to mention, they may not only have eighth-rank...
Unknown is the biggest terror. No one knows where Zhao Yinshun's limit is, so he can only speculate on the height he may reach in the future based on his current strength.
But the more you understand, the more everyone can't understand it, and the more panicked.
This posture... It doesn't look like it's only an eighth-order!
Could it be that you really want to use martial arts to make saints? !
On the Conferred God Platform, the strange atmosphere did not last long. Lu Zhuo gritted his teeth and took the lead in launching the challenge.
He knew that if he didn't do anything, he would probably lose the courage to take action, and be crushed by Zhao Yinshun's coercion!
"watch out!"
Accompanied by a tiger roar, the thick Fang Tianhua halberd ripped apart the air and transformed into the shadow of the halberd, completely engulfing the boy in white clothes.
As soon as he made his move, Lu Zhuo seemed to have broken through the invisible magic barrier, and his heart was filled with joy.
But the smile on the corner of his mouth has not yet fully lifted, a terrifying anti-shock feeling came from the tiger's mouth, and the shadow of the halberd in the sky instantly solidified, staying firmly on Zhao Yinshun's face.
When
Until this moment, the deafening explosion exploded on the Conferred God Platform, the energy surrounding the halberd blade was crushed by a fleshy palm, and the substantial golden light enveloped the five fingers, firmly grasping the crescent-shaped blade.
Half of his body was numb from the shock. Lu Zhuo held the halberd in both hands and tried to pull back the weapon with all his strength, but he felt that the head of the halberd was welded to a mountain. No matter how hard he exerted, the weapon in his hand would not move at all.
"Drink!"
Being pinched tightly by Zhao Yinshun with one hand, Lu Zhuo's whole body was agitated, and there seemed to be little mice running around under his skin, his whole body was bursting with blue veins, and his bronzed cheeks were suffocated to dark red.
But he exerted his strength to eat milk, but the other party did not respond. Zhao Yinshun held the tip of the halberd and looked left and right, feeling that there was something mysterious brewing in it.
After careful refining, maybe it can grow into an artifact…
interesting!
Seeing the heart of the hunter, Zhao Yinshun raised his backhand, and Lu Zhuo was like an ant on a bamboo stick.
“…”
Just when Lu Zhuo was hesitating whether to give up his weapon, the halberd drew a perfect arc and stabbed to the ground with him.
Boom!
A circle of white air waves visible to the naked eye swept across dozens of meters in a radius. On the hard Conferred God Platform, a two-meter-diameter radioactive shallow pit spread out spider web cracks, and even extended more than ten meters at the farthest point.
"Uh…"
His brain was smashed to nothing, and Lu Zhuo stared straight into the void, his eyes lying in the middle of the pothole, but the habit he had cultivated for a long time still made him firmly grasp the weapon in his hand.
Still not letting go?
it is good! energetic!
Zhao Yinshun raised his eyebrows, raised his halberd and slammed it down like a gopher.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The dull sonic boom made the audience outside Fengshen Stage feel tight in their chests, but the crowd of Damin who watched in the distance cheered and shouted the names of Wu Anjun and Zhao Yinshun excitedly.
However, in the inner perimeter of the Conferred God Platform, a group of onlookers in Hu clothes looked particularly ugly.
They knew that the gap between the two sides was huge, but they didn't expect it to be so big!
It doesn't look like there are two beings of the same level, but adults are beating children!
Among them, only one mighty and majestic bald man looked as usual, calmly staring at the "abuse" on the stage.
"Senior brother Desong Mizhuo, brother Lu Zhuo..."
"It doesn't matter, he hasn't entered the state of [Spirituality], and the real battle between the two sides has not yet begun."
The low and steady words seemed to contain wonderful power, instantly calming everyone's panic and calming them down again.
"Damn! Lord Wu An, Damin, is simply a monster!"
"The ability to play Junior Brother Lu Zhuo with one hand is at least twice his strength!"
"Brother Lu Zhuo's strength is already at the top level in the third tier, so double it again?!"
A group of young people had a heated discussion, and gradually, everyone looked at Desong Mizhuo with a hopeful look.
"Senior brother, if it were you, would you be able to achieve the same level as that guy?"
“…”
After pondering for a moment, Tokatsu Yataku nodded solemnly.
"In terms of strength, I can do it, and I'm definitely stronger than him."
The words encouraged everyone, but looking at this group of apprentices and disciples, Desong Mizhuo looked back at Fengshentai with a dignified look in his eyes.
Indeed, in terms of strength, he has absolute confidence, even if it is Wu Anjun, who is number one in the [Conferred God List], he will never be able to match him head-on.
But the problem is, in actual combat, strength is only one-sixth of the key to victory or defeat!
Some words he didn't say, that is, he couldn't accurately capture the real body in the shadow of the halberd that Lu Zhuo stabbed at full speed, and capture it in an instant!
With this hand alone, he knew that the [Min] attribute of Damin Wu Anjun was far beyond everyone's imagination.
may even be more desperate than the difference in strength between the two!
Boom!
On the Conferred God Platform, with the last "whack-a-mole", Lu Zhuo's consciousness completely entered the dying stage, his trembling arms could no longer hold the handle of the halberd, and the bones all over his body seemed to shatter into powder.
The weapon was taken away, and in the center of the bowl-shaped pit with a diameter of ten meters, Lu Zhuo stared blankly at the void, and there seemed to be a marquee flashing back in his mind.
He has encountered countless enemies in his life, but none of them can bring him an endless sense of despair like Zhao Yinshun.
He can clearly sense that the other party is not even serious, and is always "playing" with a game mentality!
Even if he tried his best, even if he exhausted his blood and energy, all his actions would be invisible to the other party.
People may not even notice that he is resisting!
is just "playing" on his own.
And he is that "toy"!
Thinking of this, a heart-piercing grief spread out in his chest, and a clear tear slowly flowed from his empty and out-of-focus eyes.
is too bullying!
On the other side, playing with the buzzing and trembling Fang Tianhua halberd, Zhao Yinshun ignored the resistance of the artifact spirit, held the halberd in both hands, and set off a storm of sharp blades in the sky.
woo woo woo
The piercing sound of was like the roar of a giant beast in the wild. The thick true energy was poured into the handle of the halberd. The cold light flickered within a radius of nearly 100 meters, and long and narrow cracks that were bottomless were cut into the ground.
哧哧呲呲呲
The indented "scars" on the ground spread infinitely outward, and the terrifying energy eventually expanded into a vortex with a diameter of more than 100 meters, and there seemed to be a golden-red dragon roaring in the middle.
The speed of was pushed to the limit, and the air on the face was like a rock. The violent friction made the tip of the Fang Tianhua halberd emit a high-temperature bright red, and there was a vague sign that it was about to melt.
"drink!"
The energy that had been accumulated for a long time was slammed out, and a golden-red wandering dragon phantom with a diameter of seven or eight meters was swirling and shot out. The energy that escaped just plowed a wide ditch on the ground, and it continued to shoot out a kilometer away. The crash dissipated.
OM
The trembling Fang Tian Hua Ji was completely quiet, and the metal part of the entire spear tip was completely red and translucent, emitting a beautiful bright yellow.
Looking at the mighty halberd in his hand, Zhao Yinshun nodded with satisfaction.
No wonder most of the military weapons use long weapons. Under the suppression of the army, it is difficult to leave the body and cannot cause mass destruction. At this time, long weapons are extensions of the limbs, which can greatly expand the attack range...
However, this does more harm than good in small-scale battles. Under the vertical and horizontal light of the sword and the sword, the increased attack distance of the halberd is very tasteless.
Moreover, the long weapon that opens and closes is heavier than the short weapon, and it will be embarrassing to be approached by people of the same level. This is why most of the extraordinary people who walk in the rivers and lakes use short weapons.
nodded with understanding, Zhao Yinshun paced to the edge of the bowl-shaped deep pit, overlooking Lu Zhuo, who lowered his head and slowly got up.
"Go ahead, I hope you stand up and don't let me down."
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