Black Wizard Zhu Peng

　　Midnight, the third district of the Abyss City, the underground battlefield in Chinatown.

In this small and dark arena compared to the number of people gathered, there are strong warriors patrolling on all sides, and in several high places where you can overlook the whole situation, Yi Wen even saw the tough and fierce warrior holding the earthen shotgun. .

Yiwen is very familiar with these artifacts symbolizing the force of the earth age. An ordinary civilian who is not even an apprentice wizard can threaten the life of an official wizard head-on by using such artifacts. After the wizarding world rules the plane of the earth, These thermal weapons were then explicitly banned. What you see in front of you is obviously illegal products outside the ban.

　　 (In such a place, the number of ordinary formal wizards is too small or even impossible to attack. What's more, when I walked along the way, I saw many obviously powerful Earth warriors.)

"Brother Peng, please come in, Master is waiting for you inside." Under the guidance of the strong man, Zhu Peng walked into the room, but when Yi Wen followed and wanted to enter, he was caught by the guard arms on both sides of the door. A stretch to stop it.

　　 "Can't she go in?" Zhu Peng asked with a slight frown.

　　 "Brother Peng, the master only said to let you in, don't make the little ones embarrassed."

　　 "Forget Zhu Peng, I will stay outside for a while, just because I am quite curious about this place." Yi Wen glanced at the underground arena again.

At this moment, the man with a red tasseled gun on the ring has already escaped several heavy axe attacks by the strong man Nord like a sensitive ape, and once again he used the gun to avoid the opponent's attack. Later, looking at the other person panting, the gunman seemed to feel that the time had come, and he shook his spear with his feet open. The next moment, he shook his spear and rushed towards the brawny Nord who was still recovering from the chop. The spear pointed directly at the opponent's waist. With this shot, he really did his best. It was really like a dragon.

However, the look on the face of the brawny Nord, who had just been furious because of the constant hacking and killing, suddenly calmed down. He turned around and turned around with the long axe and axe. The sharp spear point was pierced. Long axe on the steel shaft. The man who made the red tassel spear felt wrong with a solid shot, but when he wanted to retreat, it was already too late, but he saw the fan-like sharp axe coming round his head.

　　 Although Chinese martial arts practitioners tend to have agile body skills, it is difficult for you to have a faster body type than the opponent's weapon attack speed in a competition of the same level.

　　 The fan-like axe directly cut off half of the head of the man who made the red spear, the white brain and the red blood splashed all over the ring.

　　 After Zhu Peng walked into the stone room, what he saw was such a scene. Although he was not happy, he was expecting it.

"Fighting by fighting, of course, we must firmly believe in our own judgment, but at the same time we must also believe in the strength of the opponent, whether we can fully understand and even trust our opponent, very often determines the victory or defeat of the fight. Since Sun Monkey regards others as a dumb bear Playing tricks, you can’t blame others for scheming and treating him as a SB.” The room was covered with thick carpets, and a bald old man in a luxurious gown held two ball-shaped iron **** in his left hand and lay on his back. On the large animal-skin sofa, he watched the fierce battle on the ring below through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and watched the death of Fang Wu, the old man's eyelids never blinked.

The "Monkey Sun" who had just had his head cut off in the field used to study the big gun pile with the old man for two years. However, the old man didn't show much excitement when he watched half of his head cut off. It's just a little sigh but not sad.

"Master Ma, it seems that you are in good health recently. Where's Brother Hu? I haven't seen him all the way just now." As he said, Zhu Peng passed the plastic bag he took from the car to the inside. Warm meat buns.

"Fortunately, I'm in good health, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for your little **** to see me. Well, this bun is good, and the meat is well-tuned. It is more authentic than the few waste cooks I raised." The bag took out one and took a big bite. The rich aroma and soup made the old man raise his eyebrows and liked it.

"You Brother Hu just went down there to kill, and you are not the same way. Although Xiaosun Monkey has only learned guns from me for two years, he is not even a registered disciple, but under my nose, I can't let him be killed in vain. He walks alone on Huangquan Road and is lonely." As he said, the old man swallowed the remaining buns in his hand and put the plastic bag aside and said.

　　 The old man lay on his back on the sofa between the opening and closing of the eyelids, and there was a faint fierceness and spirit. The body was plunged into the thick animal skin, but he looked like a fat and relaxed lying tiger, not angry and mighty.

　　 When Zhu Peng was talking with the old man, a man who looked thirty or forty years old, who was the pinnacle of a man, jumped into the high fighting arena.

His facial features are sturdy, his hair is combed back and his hair is waxed, and his body is like an upright spear. His lower body is alive and his upper body is stable. After jumping into the ring, he watched the brawny man with axe roaring like a beast on the ring, his eyes were cold. It was as solemn as a predator staring at its prey.

　　 He is sloppy, the last name is lightly read, the first name is heavy. He is Ma Yongzhen's top disciple of Master Ma, and he has a true body shape and boxing technique. He is already a famous boxer in the 21st century. In the post-magic era of the 21st century, he followed Ma Ye to murder and desperately stepped out of this promised family business. Under the nourishment of blood and water, he made rapid progress in martial arts and became more and more proficient.

　　 "Ahhhhh..."

The axe-wielding Nord man roared and slaughtered him. He was holding on to the brutal and fierce spirit that had just murdered his head. At this moment, he wielded a heavy axe like a whirlwind, and his whole person looked like a madman, and the viewers around him still felt little. Obviously, however, if they are placed in a position opposite to them, I am afraid that they will just feel the fierce spirit of the opponent's culling, and most people will collapse and let them be killed.

　　 However, the blood-stained large axe has not yet been swung down, and his expression is calm as if the sloppy sloppy has already stepped on it, and the whole person has turned from extreme silence to extreme movement.

He first leaped slightly sideways, and then swiftly crashed into the arms of Dahan Nord like a leopard. The bone front of his right elbow was also accompanied by the charge. At this moment, the iron cavalry pierced out like a fierce and fierce. He was hitting the Tanzhong acupoint of Dahan Nord. The sloppy shot was too fast and the force was secretive, so that 99% of the spectators in the surrounding stands did not understand what was going on. They just felt that the two had bumped into each other abruptly, and then they both stopped moving.

　　 In fact, the sloppy elbow used as a spear and a fierce stabbing like a cavalry has already destroyed a large area of ​​the opponent's internal organs and cut off vitality.

The middle-aged man closed his elbows, and he turned around like an autumn wind and falling leaves dancing around behind the Nord, and the Nord with an axe bowed forward and knelt forward, but he His head was pulled up by the sloppy hair behind him. The next moment, the middle-aged boxer swung his hand down like a knife, and the Nord warrior was severely severed by his severed neck, and his left hand was torn and pulled down. Lost his head.

　　 The red blood, like a gushing spring, instantly spilled over half of the ring.

　　 "An elbow is like a spear, a chopping hand is like a knife, and Anjin gathers control to the smallest detail. Brother Hu has already entered the stage of transformation, right?" Looking at the **** and terrifying scene on the ring, Zhu Peng said with a sigh.

　　The cultivator of national arts first cultivates the physique, concentrates the strength on the fist and breaks the air with one punch, and can make a popping sound. This is a certain limit that Ming Jin, the outer martial arts practiced to a certain extent.

Use boxing to complete muscle control, seal the pores, and adjust the body with the spine as the center of gravity. It can punch out the internal organs and even the whole body strength outside the external muscles of the human body. To put it awkwardly, it is to use all the energy of feeding when punching. It came out, punched the iron stone to break it, this is the realm of boxing secret strength.

　　 The strength of the whole body is condensed like a knife or even like a needle... The force of a punch is condensed in a pin point and burst out, what kind of destructive power is that?

The dark energy spreads all over the body. In a sense, the whole body is full of weapons, so keen that "flies and insects cannot fall, and one feather cannot be added." And covered in copper skin and iron bones, they are not afraid of blunt weapons. What kind of combat power is it?

　　 This is the martial arts transformation after the peak of the dark energy of the national arts, and the realm of boxing displayed by the sloppy in the arena at this time, one elbow stabbed like an iron cavalry with a big spear frontal assault, but the opponent has been killed by this blow. Then he cut his head with a knife, and hundreds of thousands of kilograms of force were concentrated on his arm, making the arm as sharp as a saber at the moment when it became vigorous. Of course, the destructive power of the flesh can be compared to a war knife, but you can't really use your arm to fight a war knife. You are meat, it is iron... But the brain is so stupid that you can use your arm to harden the blade, and generally practice martial arts. Less than the state of martial arts.

　　 "Brother Tiger's boxing skills are transformed, even Lord Ma, you are no longer an opponent, right?"

"Hahahaha, I have spent the rest of my life training this kid, if he can't even keep up with me, wouldn't it be a rat, a generation is not as good as a generation?" Listening to Zhu Peng's words, Ma Ye stroked his bald head with his right hand Without the slightest anger, he laughed happily.

In the martial arts world, it is a good thing to say that your senior disciple is better than the master. It means that your old man has hope in the second half of his life, and he will not be beaten to death by younger boxers after he is old and weak. UU read www.uukanshu The reputation of .com I was ruined. In the eyes of many famous boxers, the top disciple is closer than his own son.

　　 At the same time, on the lower ring.

　　 A hand knife cut off the opponent's head, the bright red blood soaked the stone surface, and he threw the huge head away. Sloppy strolling in the blood and smiling coldly, he said softly but loudly: "Whoever worships a Bodhisattva and wants to worship my master Ma Ye, a great Buddha, has to pass my sloppy test first."

Due to the sloppy and brutality displayed by the sloppy, some Nords and Red Guards around the ring could not sit still. They roared and slaughtered to fight the sloppy. However, this is Chinatown, an underground gladiator controlled by Lord Ma. The field, how could a group of outsiders turn the sky upside down.

　　 The chaotic Nords and Red Guards were soon suppressed by the warriors scattered around. Want revenge? Yes, according to the rules of the underground arena, go up one by one.

Nord and the Red Guards rushed to the ring one after another five or six people. Among them, there are many combat masters with strong actual combat ability. However, they are as tender as immature in front of the martial arts masters who have already entered the martial arts. The ending can only be one by one. The corpse was dismantled and torn apart, and even consciously scattered across the ring, so that everyone around him could see clearly.

　　 The aliens around him were violent, angry, and yelling at first.

　　 However, when the strong among them died in the ring one by one, these aliens, who were known for their toughness and fearlessness, slowly fell silent.

Looking at the middle-aged man in the blood pool of the corpse on the ring, in a clean and strong outfit but resembling a **** demon, they gradually felt a panic and fear that could penetrate into the bone marrow from the calm and indifference of each other. This is the primitive fear of absolute violence and terrible power.