In the forest, the Jungle Ranger who was standing in place was stunned. What was going on? Isn't the purpose of coming to Saturn this time to hunt? Brother Zhanpeng was still very calm just now, how did it change in the blink of an eye?
"Brother Zhanpeng, the target is about to appear …"
"I don't care if he appears or not! Let Qin Fen kill the target! I believe he will be very interested when he sees it! My brother has been injured, and I still have the mood to care about that? Let's kill God of Night first! "
The voice full of anger echoed in the jungle for a long time. The black shadow had already become a black spot in the sight. The Jungle Rangers were collectively stunned. Captain Du, who has always been gentle, has such a violent side? No wonder Brother Zhan said that if Zhanpeng's reverse scale is touched, it will burst out with quite amazing destructive power.
This aura of power, this speed, this strength, I'm afraid he can fight with Qin Fen, right?
Qin Fen's body galloped in the air, and the corner of his eyes raised as he looked at the murderous aura shield of eighteen -star level in the distance. He felt a sense of familiarity. With a glimpse, he was even more surprised. Did I see a ghost?
Qin Fen hadn't seen him for a few years, but he still hadn't forgotten the situation that day. Even if people's appearance would be slightly adjusted over time, this slight adjustment would definitely not change much.
Du Zhanpeng!? Qin Fen suspected that his eyes were playing tricks on him, but if an eighteen -star Earth Aura Shield grandmaster-level martial artist could also play tricks on him, it would be too unreasonable.
"It's really him? Isn't he dead? How did he appear here? And his strength is already eighteen -star level? Who taught him? Didn't he give everything to Du Peng that day? "A series of doubts flashed in Qin Fen's mind.
Dong … dong … dong …
Du Zhanpeng, in the state of eighteen -star martial artist, did not use the Wukong technique. He used the Seven Stars of Immortal Thunder Cleaving Calvary, and a long whistle came out of his mouth, like the neighing of a horse. The sound of a powerful army pierced through the clouds and split the sun. The fierce battle intent mixed with endless anger made the natural cemetery seem to have fallen into an ancient battlefield.
Du Zhanpeng's body seemed to have expanded endlessly as he let out a long roar that sucked in his lungs. A violent power rolled and exploded within his entire body. It was as if he could continue to grow without end.
Amidst the roar, De Zhanpeng stomped on the ground with one foot again, and his entire body leaped up again. His speed was faster and fiercer than the Wukong technique. His arms swung in the air like a cavalry swinging the weapons in his hands. The soles of his feet collided with the ground again, and then he was catapulted again. The ground shook with a loud bang, and cracks spread rapidly in all directions.
With a series of ups and downs, dust soared into the sky wherever De Zhangpeng passed. The earth shook, and the trees swayed without end. It was as if there really were ten thousand horses galloping.
Dong dong dong dong dong …
A series of loud footsteps sounded one after another. The God of Night had yet to fight, but the Gang Qi and blood in his body were churning as if there was a big wooden stick stirring them.
The final step! The God of Night felt that the trees around him were shaking, and the ground under his feet was shaking non-stop. The Gang Qi of extreme Yang in the world made his internal organs burn, and he couldn't even use the Wukong technique. The earth-shattering momentum had all turned into De Zhanpeng's momentum.
The God of Night had no choice but to turn around and fight. If he continued to escape, he would probably be killed immediately. He could only take this overbearing blow first and fly away at the risk of injury. He might be able to use the overbearing power to expel the strange burning Gang Qi in his body.
After understanding everything, the God of Night turned around and pushed out his palms, but he saw his opponent who was rushing down from the sky. His two arms slid back and forth in the air. The moment the palms collided, there was no explosive impact. Instead, there was a sharp pain in his palms. He saw his hands turn into thousands of pieces of minced meat the moment they came into contact.
This is? The God of Night didn't have time to be surprised and wanted to retreat, but he found that once he used this cutting technique, his arm below the shoulder was gone! He became a one-armed martial artist in the blink of an eye?
The level-4 biochemical beast madly stimulated the cell regeneration, and the God of Night's arms grew a little. He looked at the murderous but very handsome man with a noble temperament who stepped forward. He subconsciously kicked out with his foot blade, wanting to cut off the opponent's arm.
"I just gave it to you on behalf of my brother! It's mine now! " De Zhanpeng's hand blade changed, and his left thumb and right index finger inserted into the God of Night's foot blade.
Why? The God of Night found that his right leg was completely out of control. It continued to kick high into the air on its own, and the opponent was already in front of him like the wind.
His arm hadn't regenerated yet, and his legs and feet weren't listening to him. He couldn't move even if he wanted to. De Zhanpeng's fingers poked the God of Night's body a dozen times in an instant.
It doesn't hurt … it doesn't itch … The God of Night looked at De Zhanpeng inexplicably. How can such a powerful opponent poke my body several times in a row, but it doesn't hurt?
Bang! The God of Night's shoulder, which had just regenerated halfway, exploded again. His right leg that was kicking high seemed to be installed with hundreds of small bombs, exploding into a bloody mess. Before he could cry out in pain, the level-4 biochemical beast fusion had already begun to regenerate the wounds on his legs and arms.
Bang bang bang …
Again … the parts that had just regenerated halfway exploded again. The God of Night was stunned. What kind of martial arts technique is this?
Bang bang bang … Bang bang bang …
Again and again … In just one second, the same thing repeated five times in a row, and it seemed to be repeating endlessly. The God of Night was a little scared. Isn't this too torturous?
"You …" De Zhanpeng took two steps and looked back at the God of Night, "You will always be like this until the biochemical beast exhausts its power. To be precise, you are already dead. "
Dead? The God of Night looked at himself who was still alive, and then looked at himself who couldn't control his whole body. He suddenly realized that there was no difference between him being alive and dead. If there was no way to save himself, he would really die.
"There's no need to think about it."
De Zhanpeng turned back and smiled. The smile of a noble young master was beautiful. Even if his face was full of murderous intent, there was still a kind of beauty of ruthlessness, or a kind of noble handsomeness. The God of Night never thought that someone could still be so handsome when his face was full of murderous intent! Even those who were slaughtered by him felt that his smile was very attractive.
"Not a single muscle or a single nerve in your body is under your control now. If you are lucky, you will encounter a mutant creature that will bite you to death. If you are unlucky, you will just have to wait. The only person in this world who can save you is a divine beast martial artist. Otherwise, even Ksitigarbha can't do anything! "
The cold, ruthless, and cruel words accompanied by the noble young master's smile. This intense contrast made the God of Night suddenly feel that his breathing was not smooth. Where did this demon come from? Is he the noble young master of the demon? How can there be such a terrifying person in the world? He is more terrifying than Qin Fen! That's right! He is more terrifying than Qin Fen, not in terms of strength, but in terms of heart! If the monster had the appearance of a monster and the heart of a monster, then this young man had the appearance of a noble young master with the heart of a demon hidden inside.
"If there is a next life …" De Zhanpeng strode in the direction of Qin Fen without looking back, "Then remember, some people can't be touched, or the price is death."
The God of Night could no longer hear De Zhangpeng's words. His mind was filled with the word "demon". He could do nothing but feel the pain in his body and pray that a ferocious mutated creature would discover him and bite his head off.
Woo woo …
There was a low whimper of a beast. The God of Night sadly found that there was a mutant two-headed wolf next to him. He knew the characteristics of this creature. They did not like to kill their prey with one bite. Instead, they liked to dismember their prey and watch their prey die bit by bit. But his own regenerative ability …
The regenerative ability of a biochemical beast was once an invincible help for a martial artist! But at this moment, the God of Night wished that he did not have a biochemical beast. That abominable regenerative ability would only bring endless pain to his death.
Qin Fen's hands quickly removed most of Du Peng's armor, but he could not immediately remove the steel inserted in his chest. Du Peng, who did not have a level four biochemical beast fusion, was not the kind of person who could heal immediately. Any accident during the removal could cause death. The God of Night's attack was not light. After all, the difference in strength between the two sides was too big.
"Let me do this." De Zhanpeng stood in front of Qin Fen, as if he was not a person who had come back from the dead. He squatted down and scolded Qin Fen.
Qin Fen looked at De Zhanpeng strangely. If there were any doubts just now, then the man in front of him was indeed not wrong. He was De Zhanpeng who had died long ago, but now he was standing in front of him alive.
Qin Fen knew that this was not the time to reminisce or chat. Everything should be saved first before anything else.
"This kid …" De Zhanpeng sighed. His hands quickly tapped on Du Peng's body several times in a row. He took out the steel inserted in his body casually and said, "I temporarily stopped his bleeding. You should have medicine to save him, right? If not, I'm afraid he won't be able to go back alive. "
Martial artists were not omnipotent gods. Unless the biochemical beast had a super recovery ability, serious injuries still needed to be admitted to the hospital. There was a considerable distance from here to the hospital. Even if Du Peng used the Wukong Technique to fly quickly, he would not be able to wait.
The God of Night's punch did not only cause internal injuries to Du Peng, but the steel plate's trauma was equally serious.
Qin Fen looked at De Zhanpeng and looked at Du Peng who was lying on the ground. He took out another life-or-death pill from his belt, "Life-or-death pill."
Life-or-death pill? De Zhanpeng looked at the strange medicine and frowned slightly. Even Qin Zhan did not have this thing in his hands. So many researchers could only make theoretical inferences, but Qin Fen had it in his hands.
"You have eaten it …" Qin Fen looked at De Zhanpeng, "Eat it, die or live."
"I am his brother, I will decide for him." De Zhanpeng grabbed the life-or-death pill and took a deep breath. His palm, which did not tremble even when killing, slightly trembled as he pinched Du Peng's mouth, "Trash! Eat the medicine! Eat it and die quickly! "
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