I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

At the moment when Zhang Heng's thoughts settled down, under the Tie Xiong mask opposite him, there was another unexplained husky laugh.

Amidst the strange laughter, Tie Xiong looked down at Zhang Heng, the big mouth under the mask suddenly cracked, and the urn sounded angrily and said: "Haha, here's another murderer? Boy, this time, how do you want to die?"

Zhang Heng ignored the other party's provocative inquiry at all. Instead, he stared at Tie Xiong in front of him blankly, and said, "Do you not need to take a break for six games in Lien?"

"If you don't need it, don't talk nonsense, let's get started."

Hearing what Zhang Heng said, the expression under the mask of Tie Xiong on the opposite side finally became a little serious. Then suddenly sneered: "In such a hurry to die, okay, I will fulfill you!"

Before his words fell, Tiexiong's hands, the one-foot-long iron rod with the thickness of an adult's arm, which was thick and dark, disappeared from his shoulder in an instant. With a cry, the wind was fierce, and in the next moment, Tiexiong's hands had already been taken by Tiexiong's hands. Holding tightly, swinging out with all his strength, he appeared directly on the left side of Zhang Heng's waist!

Seeing the strength contained in a blow, and the speed as fast as an electric flash, if Zhang Heng is hit by this blow, even if his body has been tempered with two skin membranes, he still can't escape and is cut off by the waist. Horrible fate.

Obviously, this time, Tie Xiong was serious. He really wanted to instantly kill the boy in front of him with a single blow.

Because the young man in front of him seemed ordinary, but he didn't know why, and always made Tie Xiong himself feel an inexplicable anxiety.

On the other side of Tie Xiong, after hearing Tie Xiong's words, Zhang Heng immediately began to prepare. When Tie Xiong struck out with a stick, Zhang Heng had already jumped into the air in an instant.

When the dark iron rod in the opponent's hand was about to break Zhang Heng's body in an instant, the dazzling silver spear in his hand, which had lost its tip, also shot instantly.

Zhang Heng's arms trembled, and the bright silver spear in his hand had already been shot out quickly, sweeping across the dark iron rod that was coming in an instant.

Judging from the speed and response of both sides, Zhang Heng and Tie Xiong were evenly matched.

At least, Zhang Heng has kept up with the opponent's weird and agile movements, and the speed is as fast as the wind.

The opponent watching from the side, seeing this situation, many people involuntarily let out a horror.

Even the purple-robed man who had no interest in watching the battle, at this moment, saw the first shot of the two people, and he couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.

Because, it is undeniable that the person who took the first shot was Tie Xiong. However, Tie Xiong's opportunity did not last even for an instant, so Zhang Heng immediately responded and immediately responded with no disapproval.

In fact, Zhang Heng's reaction speed may be slightly stronger than that of Tie Xiong.

How could this not make the purple-robed person stunned for an instant.

As for the North Sea Escort, seeing Zhang Heng's first shot, he immediately caught up with the opponent's attack speed. Originally, he was worried and worried, even compassionate, and even indifferent, with a dead gray face. The situation, in a pair of eyes. At this moment, he was immediately angry with a glimmer of hope.

They wish so much that their side could win a victory.

After all, they have lost six games in contact, and the opponent has killed six people in a row!

If they can't win another victory, they will probably be completely desperate!

However, just as a glimmer of life just emerged in their hearts, just when a ray of hope emerged in their eyes, unexpected blows followed.

A clank of golden and iron symphony sounded, and the deafening sound remained in everyone's ears for a long time.

It was in Tie Xiong's hand that the dark iron rod that was as thick as an adult's arm collided with the rotten silver gun in Zhang Heng's hand that had lost its tip.

Then in the next moment, Tiexiong was as big as a tower, still standing in place, motionless under his feet.

And Zhang Heng opposite Tie Xiong, the moment the bright silver gun in his hand collided with the opponent's iron rod, his body had been hit by a distance, and he instantly flew backwards behind him.

Zhang Heng's body had been flying upside down ten meters away, and he was a little embarrassed with a gun and squatted halfway on the ground ten meters away.

Looking at the mouth of Zhang Heng holding the gun with both hands, at this time, it seems that a small gap has been cracked, and there is a little bit of blood. Following Zhang Heng's index fingers, the bright silver spear dripped into his hands. on.

Then the red blood drops along the gleaming silver barrel of the spear and fell to the ground where the yellow dust billowed.

After all, Zhang Heng could hardly resist Tie Xiong's explosive terrorist power!

With just one blow, he was almost severely injured by the huge force bursting out of the opponent's body! Even his hands were injured.

When everyone in the North Sea Escort saw Zhang Heng's embarrassed appearance, the little hope that had just arisen, suddenly extinguished again.

As for the purple-robed man on the opposite side, seeing the result of the first collision between the two sides, the expressions on their faces gradually returned to their former plain and casual.

Obviously, Zhang Heng's speed and body style are almost as good as Tie Xiong, but when it comes to the explosive power of terror contained in his body, Zhang Heng seems to be much worse.

This is doomed, Zhengheng confronts head-on, and it is almost impossible to compete with Tie Xiong.

And Zhang Heng's weapon is not a long-range weapon, not even a hidden weapon.

In this way, Zhang Heng thought it would be difficult for him not to go head-to-head with Tie Xiong.

In a collision like this, Zhang Heng might be able to avoid most of the dangers with his agile speed, but he didn't believe that Zhang Heng would always be so lucky.

The person in the purple robe can imagine this problem, and the head of Sun Yaoting obviously also thought of this problem.

Therefore, looking at Zhang Heng on the court, the look in his eyes gradually dimmed.

On the court, Tie Xiong's mind seemed to be exactly the same.

Seeing that a blow had just been taken, before the opposite Zhang Heng stood firm, he immediately rushed to Zhang Heng again like the wind, and the dark iron rod with the thick arm in his hand rose again mercilessly.

The dark shadow of the stick flashed, and the harsh wind approached. Zhang Heng had just stood up. Before he could raise his head, he only felt the sound of the wind suddenly falling on the top of his head, and Zhang Heng's scalp was hurt by the sharp wind.

Tie Xiong's second blow, before Zhang Heng looked up, had already blasted the blow.

Judging by his aura, it seemed that he was about to smash Zhang Heng's head with one blow.

Seeing that Zhang Heng's head was about to be crushed, Tie Xiong couldn't help but snorted coldly, and the voice under the mask said in a huff, "Are you ready? Now, I'll send you on the road!"

But before he finished speaking, he heard Zhang Heng, who was looking down on his face and couldn't see his expression, suddenly said: "Want to kill me, it's not that simple."

Zhang Heng has now reached the critical moment, the moment of life and death, but the tone of his speech still does not have the slightest anxiety and fear, and he is calm and indifferent. People who don’t know might think that Zhang Heng is not fighting with Tie. Xiong was in a decisive battle, and was about to be crushed by his opponent. Instead, he was chatting with people, drinking tea and chatting leisurely.

Before Zhang Heng spoke, the spear in his hand had already been shot out suddenly.

It’s just that the bright silver spear this time is a little different from the first time it attacked. This time the bright silver spear, with one blow, actually draws a line of fuzzy silver phantoms in mid-air that seem to be virtual and real. .

When these faint bright silver phantoms moved at high speed, they carried a buzzing sound like a swarm of bees shaking their wings at the same time. Everyone, whether it was the purple-robed people on the opposite side, or the people of the North Sea Escort, heard this weird voice on their faces. There was an inexplicable expression.

They heard such a sound from the spear for the first time.

In the end, the iron rod with thick arms collided with the long spear that buzzed strangely.

Suddenly, the ear-piercing sound of gold and iron intertwined with the buzzing, seeming to pierce through the eardrum that destroys everyone.

Many low-powered people couldn't help but lowered their heads in fear and covered their ears and closed their eyes.

When these people opened their ears again, opened their eyes, and looked up at the clearing.

The weird buzzing noise still lingered from the long spear in Zhang Heng's hand.

Even the long spear in Zhang Heng's hand still can't see the real entity, only a faint silver shadow that is constantly changing.

However, no matter what kind of abnormal noise Zhang Heng made, this time, Zhang Heng was still hit by Tie Xiong's overbearing iron rod and directly flew out.

Seeing this scene, the face of the person on the other side couldn't help but become tense and dignified just now, and became mocking: "I thought that kid was going to hold back his big move?"

"It made the sword in my hand buzzing, but it turned out that I was hit by Tie Xiong and flew out?"

"What are you doing with so many flower heads? In the end, isn't it going to be killed by Tie Xiong with a stick?"

"If you want to die, hurry up. Don't be procrastinated all day long. The buddies have also dated confidantes to exchange feelings!"

Seeing that the second attack did not kill Zhang Heng, Tie Xiong in the field immediately turned a black iron rod in his hand, flying like a dragon, turning the club into a spear again, and stabbing Zhang Heng straight in front of his chest.

Zhang Heng himself is a good gunner, and Tie Xiong is now actually preparing to use his dark iron rod as a gun to compete with Zhang Heng and fight for life and death.

With a sharp and ear-piercing noise, the dark iron rod in Tie Xiong's hand was already like a long spear, and it instantly straddled Zhang Heng's chest, spanning all the distance between the two.

Seeing the other party turning a spear with a stick, a section of the iron rod slammed into his chest, Zhang Heng didn't have the slightest look of fear on his face, and said indifferently: "You are arrogant if you want to defeat me with marksmanship."

At the moment when the opponent shot, the spear in Zhang Heng's hand made a sound like an arrow again, and it suddenly hit the dark long stick coming from his chest.