Zhong Shenxiu's gun was deflected, and the tip of the gun grazed Wu Zhangkong's ear, leaving a bowl-sized hole on the wall behind him.
But Zhong Shenxiu doesn't have any pause.
The moment the gun was deflected, his left fist had already shot out.
That punch went straight to Wu Zhangkong's ribs. Golden flames burned on the fist, and the air crackled with the high temperature.
Wu Zhangkong raises his arm to block.
Bang!
The fist hit his arm, and the violent force made Wu Zhangkong take a step back again. He could even feel that the sleeves on his arms were instantly burned to ashes by the flames, and there was a burning pain on his skin.
And the next shot of Zhong Shenxiu has arrived again.
Stab, pick, sweep, smash--
Open and close.
Every shot carries Burning Heaven Holy Flame, every shot is aimed directly at the vital point, and every shot is stronger than the last shot. The power is like the tide of the sea, one wave higher than the other, continuous and never-ending.
Luo Hai·Vast Sea Power!
With the blessing of this power, Zhong Shenxiu's attacks became more and more violent and fierce. His gun was no longer a gun, but a dancing golden Giant Dragon. With the will to destroy everything, he rushed towards Wu Zhangkong crazily.
The temperature in the training room is getting higher and higher.
The alloy walls began to turn red, and the dense scratches were distorted by the high temperature.
The air was so hot that it was almost unbreathable, and every breath was like breathing in flames.
Wu Zhangkong's eyes are getting brighter and brighter.
His Purple Demon Eye was operating to the extreme. Every movement of Zhong Shenxiu, the trajectory of every shot, and every trace of Soul Power's flow were clearly reflected in his eyes.
He saw it.
See where this child's limits are.
I also saw how deep this kid's potential is.
"Good boy!" he whispered.
Then he moved.
Heavenly Frost Sword suddenly shook, and a sword light that was more condensed than before shot out from the tip of the sword--
"Frost Whisper Ice Wheel."
The sword light exploded in the air, turning into ice-blue sword wheels. Those sword wheels rotated at high speed, carrying a biting chill, and slashed towards Zhong Shenxiu from all directions. Wherever it passed, the high temperature in the air was instantly suppressed, and layers of frost condensed on the walls, making a hissing sound.
Zhong Shenxiu's pupils shrank.
Clear Dragon Heart was operating to the extreme, and he could clearly see the trajectory of those sword wheels - seven sword wheels, coming from seven different directions, blocking all his escape routes.
But he didn't retreat.
He doesn't need to retreat either.
His gun shook suddenly, and the Burning Heaven Holy Flame on the gun suddenly surged, turning into a golden fire dragon and facing the sword wheels.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang--
A series of explosions.
The collision of ice and fire exploded countless steam, and the entire training room was enveloped in white mist, making it impossible to see even one's fingers.
But the fighting didn't stop.
There were dense sounds of collisions in the fog, the clash of guns and swords, and the tearing sounds of fire and frost.
Wu Zhangkong's figure shuttled in the fog, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track made him like a ghost, appearing and disappearing, erratic. And his sword became faster and faster, more and more fierce--
"Frost Mist."
He spoke again.
Heavenly Frost Sword slashed out suddenly, and an icy blue sword light disappeared into the mist.
The sword light exploded in the fog and turned into countless fine ice crystals. Those ice crystals were mixed with the steam and shot toward Zhong Shenxiu overwhelmingly.
Every ice crystal carries a deep chill, and every ice crystal is a fatal attack.
Zhong Shenxiu's eyes lit up.
What burned in those molten golden vertical pupils was not fear or despair, but an even more intense fighting spirit.
His gun swung wildly.
The Burning Heaven Holy Flame on the gun surged to the extreme at this moment, and the golden flames were as dazzling as the sun, illuminating the entire training room. Wherever the flames passed, the ice crystals evaporated instantly and turned into denser steam.
But Wu Zhangkong's next sword has arrived.
The sword pierced out of the mist, silently, like a ghost.
Zhong Shenxiu's pupils suddenly contracted.
He saw it.
Clear Dragon Heart allowed him to see the trajectory of the sword.
But my body can't keep up.
His limit has been reached.
The gun had just been swept out, and the old strength was exhausted, but the new strength had not been regenerated. His body lost the ability to defend itself at this moment, and he could only watch helplessly as the sword pierced his chest.
The tip of the sword is getting closer and closer.
The chill is biting.
It was a smell of death.
Zhong Shenxiu's pupils shrank into two almost invisible thin lines. His heartbeat stopped at that moment, and the blood in his body seemed to solidify--
Then, he laughed.
It was a smile that came from the heart, was pure, and was almost ecstatic.
Yes, that's what it feels like.
This feeling--
The feeling of dying.
In the nine years of Dragon Fighting Plane, he has experienced this feeling countless times.
Every time he faced a powerful enemy, every time he was forced into a desperate situation, every time he struggled on the edge of death - that feeling made him crazy, made him excited, and made him feel that he was truly alive.
But at this moment, this feeling came again.
His body was still unable to move, but his will burned to the extreme at this moment.
Fight!
Even if you die, you must fight!
His gun suddenly retreated, not to block, but--
Thorn.
The moment the sword tip was about to pierce his chest, his gun thrust out from the side and hit Wu Zhangkong's temple.
Trade his chest for Wu Zhangkong's head.
Wu Zhangkong's pupils suddenly contracted.
He clearly saw the expression on Zhong Shenxiu - there was no fear or despair on that child's face, only an almost crazy excitement. Burning in those molten golden vertical pupils was the desire for death, the passion for fighting, and the pleasure of dancing on the edge of the limit.
Madman.
This is a complete lunatic.
Wu Zhangkong's heart suddenly shuddered, Heavenly Frost Sword deflected the direction abruptly, and the tip of the sword brushed against Zhong Shenxiu's chest, leaving a deep scratch on his dragon scales. At the same time, his body leaned back, narrowly avoiding the shot.
The tip of the spear passed by his temple, bringing up a strand of hair that was scorched by the flames.
The two of them passed each other.
Then turn around at the same time.
Zhong Shenxiu looked down at his chest.
The scratch was very deep, and the dragon scales were cut open, exposing the flesh underneath. Blood seeped out from the wound, but under the high temperature of Burning Heaven Holy Flame, it was instantly evaporated, and there was a stinging pain from the wound.
He didn't frown.
He didn't even care.
He just raised his head and looked at Wu Zhangkong.
In those molten golden vertical pupils, the fighting spirit burned even more fiercely than before. There was still that almost ferocious smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, and his whole person exuded a heart-stopping aura--
It was a breath of fearlessness and fearlessness.
It is a breath that dances on the edge of death.
"Teacher Wu... Come again." He said.
The voice was hoarse and low, but it carried an unquestionable firmness.
Wu Zhangkong looked at him, at the injury on his chest, at his burning pupils, at the layer of golden flames still burning on his body, and suddenly took a deep breath.
Wu Zhangkong looked at him and slowly raised Heavenly Frost Sword.
The sword is covered with thick frost, which is the power of Heavenly Frost Sword's Martial Soul.
His eyes flashed with a rich purple light, and Purple Demon Eye was operating to the extreme--
Then, his Soul Power suddenly skyrocketed.
Suppression is lifted.
Five-Ring Soul King.
At this moment, Wu Zhangkong understands that if he wants to completely defeat the Zhong Shenxiu in front of him without the intention to kill, he must use a higher level of power to suppress him!
"Come." he said.