Douluo metal legend

Chapter 79 Outbreak

The ancient corpse of the Blood-clothed Hou wailed, and was swept up by the flames and hit the ceiling high, and then hit the ground. He watched in despair as the evil warrior began to eat Chen Zhengjun's severed arm!

The saddest thing in the world is that someone eats a duck that reaches its mouth.

"Xiaoxuan, what happens next... depends on you."

After Chen Zhengjun said this, he fell to the ground and fainted instantly.

Tang Xuan: "..."

He wanted to cry, but it was up to him to do whatever he wanted. How could he not even break the defense?

Killing the BOSS with a pedicure is a magical operation that only appears in the game.

In reality, it is impossible for normal people to have that kind of unlimited physical strength and energy.

The ancient corpse of the Blood-clothed Hou, who was hit by Chen Zhengjun's last attack from the Dan Fire Dragon, fell not far away. His limbs were completely carbonized and shattered, and his entire body exuded a strong stench of burning.

This is a real hit!

It began to stare greedily at the unconscious Chen Zhengjun, and squirmed forward.

"My God, these people are not dead!"

Tang Xuan was so nervous when he saw the corpse so stiff that his hand holding the hammer was shaking a little.

Tang Xuan took a deep breath and suppressed the fear in his heart.

Old Luo Pan, old scholar, take good care of Mr. Chen!"

Tang Xuan threw Chen Zhengjun towards where the two of them were, then advanced instead of retreating, braving the sky full of ice and thorns, and rushed towards the ancient corpse of the Blood-clothed Hou!

"Ring-melting——"

Tang Xuan held the giant hammer and raised it high.

The momentum is as deep as the ocean, making people tremble.

The atmosphere seemed to have frozen solid.

Suffocating!

"Doomhammer!"

Soul power, burning!

Destroy divinity and burn!

Spiritual power, burning!

Everything sublimates in burning!

The giant hammer ignited purple-gold flames!

The muscles are pulsing and the veins are bulging.

The purple-gold ultimate giant soldier traced an incredible trajectory and suddenly bombarded towards the ancient corpse of the Blood-clothed Hou.

The unbelievably exaggerated giant hammer directly and violently rubbed against the atmosphere.

"Boom..."

The sound of wind and thunder is deafening.

Exaggerated sonic booms and roars continued.

"Buzz——"

The extremely violent power swept out in an instant.

In an instant, it turned into an extremely violent shock wave.

It's so dazzling that people can't look straight at it.

It hit the ancient corpse hard.

"Rumble--"

Time and space.

It seemed to be frozen in place.

The strong wind pressure made it difficult to open one's eyes.

Tang Xuan appeared behind the ancient corpse of the Xueyi Hou, his whole body cracked and dripping with blood, and he was breathing violently.

The tall figure stood there, staring intently at the giant hammer in his hand that was emitting bursts of smoke due to the violent friction with the air.

The head of the ancient corpse of the Blood-clothed Hou fell to the ground, and his body began to turn into dust and scatter.

The head of the ancient corpse of the Blood-clothed Hou looked angrily at everything in front of him. At the last moment of his life, he seemed to feel death and let out his last roar. An icy thorn passed through countless rubbles and stabbed straight towards Tang Xuan.

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This is its ultimate wrath!

Tang Xuan no longer had any strength to move at this moment. Just when he thought he was dead...

A figure suddenly appeared and stood in front of him.

It’s Han Yong!

Hanyong didn't know when he woke up, and he blocked the path of Ice Thorn without any hesitation.

The ice thorns pierced his body, and just when he was about to skewer Tang Xuan together like a gourd, the same brave man twisted his body and broke the ice thorns!

This was a terrifying operation, because the broken ice thorns pierced Han Yong's body for the second time.

Silver-white ice crystals dyed with blood-red blood bloomed in front of Han Yong's chest!

"Holy shit, Brother Yong!!!"

The head of the ancient corpse of the Blood-clothed Hou turned into dust and drifted away under Tang Xuan's disbelieving gaze.

Two thousand years of immortality have created an extremely rare and terrifying monster like it.

It should have digested all the energy at a certain moment on a certain day, completed evolution, walked out of the tomb alone, and caused a bloody storm.

but……

That day never came after all.

Perhaps, this is a curse from God on the art of immortality. Accidents always come before success.

But Tang Xuan's focus was now on Hanyong, and he suppressed the blood wound that kept pouring out of Hanyong!

If before today, someone had told him that a person he had just met would block a knife for you, then he would have regarded this person as a fool!

But now, his mind was filled with confusion. This feeling of a stranger "blocking the gun" for him was indescribable and incomprehensible.

Tang Xuan just wants to cry now anyway.

"Is there something wrong with your fucking brain? You can obviously walk out alive, why do you come here to be my human shield? Damn it, Brother Yong, don't die!"

Tang Xuan spoke hurriedly, and his eyes were nervous, uncomfortable, and worried...

Damn it, I've traveled through so many years, why do I owe someone a life-saving favor?

The old scholar also ran over at this time and took a look at Han Yong's injuries. He only felt that his scalp was numb. There were two such large penetrating wounds on his chest. Even if they did not touch the fatal part, they were still fatal.

"Xiaoyong, are you going to die?"

Hanyong vomited a mouthful of blood and said angrily: "Shut up, you guys, hurry up and find someone to save me while I'm still alive. I can still save you!"

"This... ok, I'm going to find someone to help. You all just hold on!" The old scholar rushed out after saying this.

One was seriously injured, one had a broken arm, and the other was exhausted. The old scholar couldn't take care of everyone by himself.

I don’t know if the other group of people isolated on the suspension bridge have crossed over, but now they are the only hope.

Hanyong said softly: "Xiaoxuan, help me lean against the wall. It feels a little uncomfortable to lie down."

Tang Xuan came to his senses, helped Han Yong up, and moved him to sit against the wall.

"Xiaoxuan, can I ask you a favor?"

"Brother Han, please stop talking, the bleeding can't be stopped!"

Tang Xuan took out gauze from his backpack, and then kept stuffing it into the wound where Compass Lao reached it, trying his best to stop the loss of blood.

Then he kept stuffing pills into Hanyong's mouth.

He found that his hands were shaking, and they were shaking violently.

Damn it, I obviously didn’t even shake when I hit someone with a hammer!!!

"It's useless. The penetrating injury caused internal bleeding and the heart was penetrated. I'm hopeless. I can only live for ten minutes longer at most."

Tang Xuan moved his hands for a moment, and his face suddenly turned pale. Seeing that his expression was serious and it didn't look like he was joking, he asked in shock: "What did you say!?"

"Humans will die sooner or later."

"And my soul has long been eroded. Even if I hadn't been attacked this time, I wouldn't have survived for long.

And I am alone, so I have no worries, but you are different, you still have a bright future..."

"Ahem."

Hanyong spit out two mouthfuls of blood, wiped his mouth, and sighed, his breathing gradually became weak, his eyes slowly closed, and he murmured in a hometown opera tune:

"Angry~ rushing to the crown, leaning on the railing, the mist rain stops. Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, strong and strong! Thirty... fame and fame are dust and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds... don't wait... idle..."

As the humming became smaller and smaller, Hanyong gradually fell asleep.

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(End of chapter)