Galactic Dark Net

In Hanlang's personal training room, the extreme cold training has entered the ninth hour, which is twice as long as the previous training time, but Hanlang still has no intention to stop.

With fewer and fewer people in the training camp, Han Lang felt more and more pressure. In the face of pressure, Han Lang did not back down, but chose to use more crazy cultivation to improve himself.

Now there are two distinct differences between Han’s ultimate practice and the past. In addition to practicing the forty-sixth ensemble, Han Lang also has to spend time practicing how to call the dark power that exists in the body to transform this powerful force. The fighting power that you can control as you wish.

Another change is that Zong has no way.

This strange old man is more and more interested in Han Lang. He let Han Lang practice a big screen while practicing. He always stares at Han Lang and talks with Han Lang anytime and anywhere to explain how Han Lang can better practice.

Huh~

Han Lang stood in the unfrozen cold water of two Baidu, and braved the white fog and gasped.

In such a cold water, even if Han Wave does not move, every minute and every second is suffering, and it takes a lot of physical energy to persist.

Compared with a month and a half ago, Han Lang’s physique has changed significantly. The extreme difficulty of cultivation has not made Han Lang more burly. He is still somewhat thin, but his bones and muscles are obviously stronger, like a red steel.

Just finished a round of forty-sixth ensemble, Han Lang is adjusting himself, Zong Wudao slightly frowns and said: "The next step is the competition practice, I found you a good opponent, a Kui fugitive, a Kui Physical characteristics are clear to you, and there are hard scales on the body. The limbs are much more developed than humans, and the explosive power is very good."

"And he is a killer, very good at hiding and making a sudden attack. If you are not careful, he only needs a round of attack to tear your body with sharp fingers."

Zong Wudao makes good use of the dark network. Every day, he finds strange people from the dark network and fights against Han Lang. The fugitives, the killers, the dark fighters, and any good guys are not there. They are all sultry guys.

According to Zong Wudao, when Han Lang adapts to the most fierce opponents of these galaxy, and then confronts those who are orthodox, they will find that their attacks are so naive, completely in line with these wanted old rivers and lakes. on.

The facts have long proved that the group of guys who Zong Wudao had found were really black. They secretly gave Han Lang a drug. They used illusion to make a few undressed girls to confuse Han Lang. In short, these guys don’t seem to Understand what is called regular combat, how to come to black, how to sinister how to come.

At first, Han Lang had suffered a lot of losses, but with the increasing number of times facing these old rivers and lakes, Han Lang has become more and more adapted to the darkness of these monsters. Occasionally, Han Lang can also use small tricks to The way of his people also cures his body.

Under the leadership of Zong Wudao, Han Lang went further and further on a path that was not serious, and learned a lot of means that were not fair.

Seeing Han Lang did not react, Zong Wudao frowned and continued: "I know that you are taking a breath, but everything must be gradual, fighting one way, the test is the comprehensive quality, cultivation, experience, fighting consciousness and will, lack of one No, hurry up, in addition to being singled out with the Kui killer, you have to go to death to watch live and die, which is also a very important lesson."

Han Lang took a deep breath twice and asked: "Teacher, getting closer to the Galaxy Conference, when can I start to learn martial arts? When can I enter the final stage of stress testing?"

Zong Wudao said seriously: "This is not busy. If you want to go further, you need a better foundation. Now is the time for you to lay the foundation. Wushu can learn slowly later, but the foundation is not strong and it will be fatal."

"As for the final stage of the stress test, as long as there is no delay, it will be better to pass the final time. The situation is already very obvious. Some people are going to participate in the final stage test after they are absolutely determined by the soldiers from the Earth. ”

Nodded, Han Lang Shen Sheng said: "Understood, I will do the last dark practice, I will go to the opponent from the Kui."

Hey~

The voice fell, Han Lang suddenly sinked, and the whole body was immersed in the cold water.

"瞳术, open!"

Han Lang’s heart meditation, he suddenly opened his right eye, at this moment, his right eye has completely turned into a dark black color, like a ghostly bleak light.

......

Only three days left before the end of the stress test, Han Lang still did not appear in the arena, but locked himself in the base and practiced madness.

Every day, Han Wave has to do the ultimate practice for ten hours. It takes an hour to confront the warriors who have been found by Zong Wudao. It takes another hour to analyze the battle situation today, and then it is an eight-hour continuous watching live broadcast. See how the alien warriors fight, and think about what to do if you are on the battlefield.

When Han Lang appeared again in the base, he saw two people, Simberg and Chen Zhong. They were not training, but they were sitting in the hall waiting for Han Lang, and their luggage was placed next to the sofa.

The heart of Han Lang suddenly stunned. Now that the training camp has become empty, there are three of them left. Is it morning and Sinberg they also...

A few steps came to them, Han Lang sat down with them and whispered: "You are leaving?"

The morning sigh of great character sighed and said with a smile: "I was originally a soy sauce. I have been here for so long to be able to accompany you. After all, we came out from the Huaxia area, you are always It’s all my good brother.”

"Unfortunately, the time is almost the same. It will always come. It’s always going to go. The monk, do you remember? This bald boy was eliminated early, and now he is mixed into the instructor in the Third Army. For many people, there is no hope of qualifying for the race. I just went to the army earlier. When the province got the official title, there was no high-ranking monk. It would be a shame."

Han Lang didn't know what to say, and nodded. "The work in the army is also very important. It is good to report early."

The silence of the three people, Chen Zhong and Simberg know that after they left, there was only Han Lang in this big training camp, and he was also the last hope of the Earth Federation to qualify for the race.

Ten years ago, the Earth had just joined the Galaxy Alliance. Under such difficult conditions, four soldiers headed by Billion Clarks entered the race.

After ten years of careful preparation, the youngest soldiers on the planet will be gathered together early, and they will spare no effort to cultivate. Now they are almost completely destroyed by the whole army. The disappointment in everyone’s heart can be imagined. If even the Han wave is eliminated, the earth The federation will really become a joke in the galaxy.

Simberger’s face was always rubbing his hands, as if there was something to talk about, but he couldn’t open his mouth.

Han Lang tried to break this silent silence, whispered: "Sinberg, you go to the military as well as Chen Zhong? I heard that the Heritage Authority hopes that you can go to their side."

Hey~

Unexpectedly, Han Bing suddenly grabbed Han Lang’s hand and picked it up. The tall and tall German-born Simenberger couldn’t stop crying. He said with tears: “Han Lang, I am sorry for you, you just came to the camp. I used to target you, now I think, I am a stupid pig!"

Han Lang glanced at the shoulder of Simberg: "Let him pass in the past, now everyone is a brother."

Simberg nodded hard and looked at Han Lang’s eyes. He said in a pleading tone: "I have spent more than ten years trying to cultivate, and I have been practicing day and night! How much bitterness I eat, how much blood I keep, I don't care! In order to be a warrior like Clark, do your part for the earth!"

"But I am useless, I am useless! I was eliminated in the preliminaries like an idiot. I have no chance, but you still have a chance! Please, you must enter the race! Earth is a small country, if It’s a shame that we can’t even enter a race! It’s a shame for all of us!”

Hey~

Chen Zhong sighed aside, hugged Simberg, and dragged him out, and muttered in his mouth: "Han Lang, don't listen to him, this kid is too nervous, go, go Well, our brother, can we still believe in you, as long as you try your best, no one will say anything about you."

Han Lang was stunned and watched Sinbegra, who was going to die in the morning.

"We are not saying that we have to be happy, don't give pressure to Han Lang? How do you do it?"

"Li Yu, Tallinn, Longchuan, they are all in a hurry, and they haven't seen them come to Hanlang. Isn't it? Can't let such a heavy pressure be handed over to Han Lang, it's unfair." Out of the door, morning Re-tweaked the eyes of Simberg and threw him into the military jeep that had already been prepared.

Simberg rubbed his face with his hand and nodded. "I understand everything you said, but I can't help it! If this time the Galaxy Congress is over, the Alliance will definitely make the earth a colonial planet! Even yourself. The home can't keep it, how can I go to see the mother in heaven! When my mother died, I promised her to be the best soldier!"

"Useless, useless, I am useless!"

Simberg screamed and tore his blond hair. For a long time, he was a proud warrior. He appeared in the training camp with a firm image and appeared on the battlefield.

Now it seems that perhaps everyone has their own fragile side, but it is not yet sad.

Han Lang looks around this once-popular training camp. There are forty-nine youngest fighters from all over the world. The morning of the big mouth, the rainy sound of the kitten, the tempered Parker, has a pair of slender thighs. Ann Babe, Nicholas from Siberia likes to drink vodka that tastes very good.

In a twinkling of an eye, everyone is not there. There is only one person left in the training camp. The silence makes people panic.

Pushing the door of the training room, Han Lang landed on the dark net and found that Zong Wudao had already waited for himself.

With a slight smile, Zong Wudao’s eyes flashed a touch of cold light. Shen Sheng said: “Today is the last training session before you take the stress test. It is also the most important lesson. You have already conducted a full six-month basic training. Now, I I hope you can learn a martial art in one day!"