Chapter 1389 Song of Hell
Zhang Yi killed Sembamu. His body could not withstand Zhang Yi's powerful attack, but his extremely powerful nature was still retained.
Zhang Yi did not waste it and collected it using the energy conservation jar.
This battle was actually very dangerous. If the person he was fighting against today was not Zhang Yi, it would be extremely dangerous for anyone else.
Even Zhang Yi would have died here if he hadn't been carrying a medical alien with him.
After all, according to the rules of [Devil Casino], no matter how lucky Zhang Yi is, he will lose his hands, feet, and even his internal organs during the gambling process.
Then after cracking the gambling game, he will definitely be killed by Sembamu.
It's a pity that Senba Mu met this idiot Zhang Yi.
After killing Sembamu, Zhang Yi still had lingering fears.
After the effects of the painkillers wore off, the joints of his hands and feet ached and felt numb.
As for the newly grown flesh and blood, after the effects of adrenaline hormones passed, a strong discomfort began to appear.
Zhang Yi turned around and looked at several other battlefields in the city. Fierce battles were still continuing, as if many monsters were dueling in pairs.
At this time, Zhang Yi did not dare to go to help them. He needed to deal with his own physical problems first.
Moreover, no one can guarantee that no more powerful person will appear in Nash Country.
The death of a great general is no joke.
"Shh!"
Zhang Yi immediately disappeared and crossed towards the bottom area of Nash Country.
The lower you go, the darker and dirtier you get, and people from the upper classes almost never go to such places.
Zhang Yi found a safe place, and while asking Zhou Keer to help him completely repair his body, he began to try to absorb the origin of Senba Mu.
This absorption process is usually extremely slow, and even if it is absorbed in a short time, it cannot be completely digested.
However, it can still improve the strength to a certain extent.
Zhang Yi had some hunch in his heart that he must improve his strength as soon as possible.
If he wants to enter the temple of the Holy Spirit.
……
On another battlefield, Qilidogan faced off against Lancelot.
The entire city had long been reduced to ruins. There was no living person around, and there were no buildings with visible shapes.
Qili Duoan stood in the center of the battlefield. He still had the same indifferent expression, holding a huge sword in his hand and looking down coldly into the distance.
In that direction, Lancelot fell weakly in the ruins. His combat uniform had long been shattered, and his blood was gurgling, staining the earth and stone beneath him red.
The two men had been fighting fiercely for more than ten minutes. Lancelot's strength was not weak, but he still suffered heavy losses when facing the general of Nash who lived by fighting.
Qili Doan's strength is too strong. The three-eyed clan's naturally strong physique, coupled with the sword skills he has practiced hundreds of millions of times, the pressure he brings to Lancelot is as terrifying as the continuous storm coming from the source!
There is nothing fancy, just pure hard power to crush in the first place!
Qilidoan held the war sword and walked towards Lancelot step by step.
"Among bugs, you are considered a relatively powerful being. I never thought that your race could possess such power."
"Oh, is it because the reproductive ability is too strong? There are too many, so some more powerful individuals will always be born."
Qili Duoan said slowly, with murderous intent in his eyes.
Lancelot raised his head and looked at Chiledoan coldly. Several lines of blood flowed from his forehead and slid down his cheek, looking ferocious and terrifying.
Even though he was seriously injured, he was still smiling wildly.
"Hahahaha! The strong men of the Three-Eyed Clan will not disappoint me!"
"But you know what?"
He slowly stood up from the ruins. Although the battle sword in his hand was badly damaged and the protective shield on his left hand also had cracks, his fighting spirit was still high.
"Compared with the pressure that person brought me, you are far behind!"
His face was covered with blood, but he still raised the knight's sword towards Qilidoan with high fighting spirit.
Qilidoan nodded.
"Very well, I will grant you the honor of a warrior and kill you!"
"Although you are just a bug, you are worthy of my respect!"
Qilidoan knew that he could not delay any longer.
He has already felt the energy erupting in several other battlefields.
Although I don’t know why, there are so many powerful hairless rats in this world.
But as a warrior, the meaning of his existence is to protect the peace of Nash Country, fight and kill!
He moved, and the extremely fast speed brought up a fierce wind. Wherever the storm swept through, the sonic boom made people's eardrums hurt.
His speed was so fast that Lancelot looked up and saw him approaching.
A war sword several times larger than his body swept across, and it only needed to hit his body to turn him into powder in an instant!
Lancelot's reaction speed was not slow either, he quickly raised his sword and struck it with his head!
"Ping!"
Two swords, one large and one small, collided in the air, as if they were resisting Optimus Prime with an embroidery needle.
Dazzling firelight burst out, and powerful energy was vented in the form of shock waves in all directions to the west!
Once again, the surrounding land that had been beaten into an abyss sank more than ten meters!
Qili Duoan's face was expressionless, and the attacks continued like a flood. The sword wind had long since disappeared, and the shadow of the sword could not be seen clearly, leaving only the white murderous intent in the sky!
His attack speed is so fast that he can attack tens of thousands of times every second!
Lancelot held the shield in his left hand and the sword in his right hand, resisting the opponent's attack without fear.
"Crack!"
After countless collisions, the protective shield on his left hand finally completely collapsed.
Lancelot ignored him, holding the knight's sword with both hands, roaring and rushing over to engage Qilidoan in hand-to-hand combat!
boom! ! !
In more than ten seconds, the two of them fought wildly so many times that Lancelot's body could not withstand Qilidoan's powerful force and he was thrown away.
He fell into the ruins again, and the blood flowing from his body along his arms, calves and cheeks gradually gathered into a river on the ground.
If he were an ordinary person, he would have died long ago if he had flowed so much blood.
But Lancelot still stood up with force, a ferocious and happy smile on his face.
He held the sword that was about to break with both hands and chanted loudly.
"The knight of hell who fell into the netherworld, dye the flag of the rebellious heaven red with my blood!"
"When Angel Zheyu falls into the dust, I will sing the hymn of doomsday with my torn throat!"
Skill [Knight’s Hell Song].
When he finished chanting, the blood flowing out actually flowed back into his body in an incredible way.
His body seemed to be full of strength again, and his entire state was even stronger than before!
