radiothebook Chapter 277 Violent Aesthetics
Chapter 277 Violent Aesthetics
Sixty drops of soul liquid is definitely a fortune.
At that time a year ago, Mu Feng captured the master of the Kunling Dragon Curse Peak, and asked for ten drops of soul liquid from the other party's family as a ransom, which was already called the lion's mouth.
Later, although I got it by accident, the premise of getting it was that the person who took out the soul liquid to trade thought that he could 'receive both money and money'.
And even in the Corpse Refining Guild with the most concentrated resources at the moment, a small group of elders fought so hard in the ring, the accumulated soul liquid bets were only a little over forty drops.
That white-haired woman shot sixty drops, how could it not be surprising?
"Elder Su, who is this?"
Su Rong answered seriously: "Bet."
After hearing the other party's answer, the elder who was in charge of registering the betting information was about to cry.
Xin said: Of course I know that you are betting, but you are betting so big, isn't it embarrassing for yourself?
But with so many outsiders present, the elders in charge of registration didn't dare to say anything.
Seeing that the gamblers faintly had the urge to gamble because of Elder Su's actions, the elder in charge of registration wiped the sweat from his forehead and immediately announced loudly.
"Time is up! Stop placing bets! Elder Li, please announce the official start of the fight."
As the adjudicator, Elder Li also knew that he couldn't drag on any longer.
He immediately signaled that the two people on the stage could start attacking.
Zhang Hu's 'chimpanzee' was the first to strike. It let out a roar, kicked its soles heavily on the ground, and flew towards Mu Feng and his silver-armored fur zombie like a black meteorite.
Everywhere he went, the space showed signs of being torn apart.
The sharp sound of breaking the wind echoed on the entire platform, and several places even formed sound waves, which collided with the formation light wall on the edge of the platform, sending out bursts of dull sonic booms.
Just the stiff attacking momentum of the black hair has inspired many people in the square.
And these happy people are all gamblers who bought the Loose Cultivator and won.
"This kind of strength has already reached the level of combat power in the middle stage of Nascent Soul Realm?"
"I think the actual combat power of Black Mao Zong is definitely not limited to the mid-term. After all, this move has just been made, and the next fierce battle will definitely be particularly exciting."
"I don't know how powerful the silver-armored Mao Zong refined by the one in Jiuzhong Pavilion is?"
"I don't think it should be underestimated either. Didn't you see that white-haired elder betting [-] drops of soul liquid just now? I was so scared that I wanted to change my bet."
"The truth is true, but the question is, why is that silver-armored hairy stiff standing still?"
On the fighting stage, looking at the black 'gorilla' who was attacking towards him, neither Mu Feng nor the zombie beside him made any movement.
It looks a bit like being imprisoned.
But the actual situation is that the opponent's level of attack makes one person stiff and unable to arouse much fighting spirit at all.
Under the attention of everyone, the black hair stiff came to Mu Feng like a whirlwind.
And at this time, the beautiful silver-armored fur finally moved.
It dodged to stand in front of its master, then waved its right arm, and its five fingers immediately transformed into five sharp blades.
Without any fancy moves, it swung its arms straight ahead, and knocked back the huge black monster straight away.
The crisp sound of metal cutting mixed with the angry roar of the black hair, spread in all directions.
The aftermath of energy that was rolled up was even stronger than the one brought out by the attack just now when the black hair stiffened.
The aftermath turned into wind blades, leaving slash marks on the light wall of the formation.
The black hair stiff tried to stabilize his figure in mid-air, but failed.
It wasn't until its back hit the light wall of the formation that the huge backward body finally stopped.
This result was unexpected by most of the people present.
Especially Zhang Hu standing on the stage.
Black Mao Zong has his soul brand on his body. Although the blow just now did not cause any substantial backlash against him, he also really felt the trembling of his soul when he was crushed by a powerful enemy. arrive.
At this moment, Zhang Hu knew very well in his heart that he had already lost this competition.
But the rules of the fight do not allow to stop midway, so he can only stand on the stage bravely, constantly urging his spiritual consciousness to strengthen the connection with his own Mao Zong, and personally control the opponent's next tactical actions.
He was looking forward to being able to hold on a little longer.
However, at this moment, Zhang Hu suddenly discovered that the target he and Hei Maozhu had locked on had disappeared!
In his induction, the stiff figure and fluctuations of the silver armor and fur were gone on the entire fighting platform.
"Where did it go? Or has it been put away by the other party?"
"Isn't it? The competition is not over yet. It is a violation of the rules to put away the combat zombies in advance. Not only will you be directly judged as a loser, but you will also have to accept a rather heavy punishment."
Just as he was thinking in this way, a wisp of faint water vapor quietly floated in front of the black hair stiff.
Afterwards, everyone on and off the field saw that the petite and beautiful silver-armored fur zombie leaped out of the thin water vapor, and immediately punched the 'chimpanzee' in the chest.
Its five-fingered blade protruded from the back of the 'chimpanzee' first, making a piercing sound on the light wall of the formation.
The vast power of water erupted suddenly from the stiff arm of the silver armor, and the 'chimpanzee' who was pierced through the chest by it was already torn apart before it had time to resist.
Huge black corpses scattered in all directions, no blood spilled, and no wailing before dying.
In the flying of broken limbs, it presents an aesthetic feeling of extreme violence.
Sensing that the imprint of spirit and soul that he had left in the black hair zombie had completely disappeared, Zhang Hu gave a wry smile, and cupped his fists at Mu Feng: "I lost."
He was originally a casual cultivator, and he had no old grudges with Mu Feng.
Although he was on the competition stage, it was only forced by the form.
In addition, Zhang Hu's heart can be considered open, so after being defeated by the opponent in such a destructive manner, he didn't have any resentment or dissatisfaction in his heart.
On the contrary, he felt that he had learned a lot from his opponent during this short battle.
It wasn't until Zhang Hu's voice of admitting defeat sounded on the stage that the onlookers recovered from their astonishment.
After a short moment of silence, the audience suddenly returned to Yingtian.
"Is what I watched just now really the same level of fighting? Why does it feel like a high-level zombie is ruthlessly crushing a low-level zombie?"
"The two zombies are indeed at the Nascent Soul combat level, it's just that the silver-armored zombie is stronger."
"Happy, although I lost the Lingshi, but it was worth it to see such a wonderful duel."
"Soil can overcome water. At the beginning, I thought the situation would be reversed. I really didn't expect it to end like this."
"The five elements are mutually restraining, it is true, but in the face of absolute strength, all external advantages are actually useless."
"Although, I still think it's a pity. I haven't seen enough of it yet. Is there any way to make that silver-armored hair stiff fight again?"