Max Weir took a deep breath, this is the taste of "freedom" that has been lost for a long time, turned his head to look at Zhang Xiaotian and said: "He's coming, you can hide here for a while, the shell of my spaceship is enough to withstand the next battle storm." ”

Zhang Xiaotian nodded, he didn't say anything, at this point, he only believed that this Tiramo people could defeat Tian Yulang, this was his only hope of survival.

"Damn boy, you come out for me!"

Suddenly there was a thunderous shout overhead, Tian Yulang has arrived!

"I'm going, don't worry!"

Max Weir smiled at Zhang Xiaotian, patted him on the shoulder for comfort, and then walked quickly into the corridor.

"Boy, I'm going to kill you!"

Tian Yulang's eyes were red, but he was surprised in his heart: How did this kid find the hatch of the spaceship, didn't I already bury it?

He didn't expect that because he was seriously injured, he didn't absorb the flesh and blood essence of "Ge Huaikui" in time, but Zhang Xiaotian got his memory by chance, so he found the location of the hatch.

Tian Yulang was about to fall, pinching that hateful boy into pulp, and suddenly his body stopped in mid-air, but his face showed a look of horror.

His divine sense scanning just now, he only noticed that Zhang Xiaotian's breath disappeared here, and the dirt at the hatch was also dug up, guessing that the place where he imprisoned the Tiramo people was discovered by this kid, but he couldn't infiltrate the divine sense into the spaceship, and the materials used by the Tiramo people to make the spaceship were not extraordinary, so he didn't know that Marx had been freed.

“…… This breath! ”

Tian Yulang stopped his body in a hurry, looked down with wide eyes, and saw that the silver hatch suddenly opened, and a tall and thin figure flew out.

"Tiramos! That kid actually let him out, how could it be? ”

Tian Yulang couldn't believe it, the black demon chain that banned the Tiramo people was a strange treasure that he had come out of the void, and it had been refined by himself with his own blood, and it was impossible to break it without his own blood!

Wait, Essence Blood? Blood? Don't......

He suddenly thought of how he obtained Ge Huaikui's bloodline, could it be that this kid also used a similar method, even if he didn't understand, that Tiramo person must know, after all, Tiramo people are much more famous than humans in refining weapons and formations.

This kid must have been in contact with the Tiramos a long time ago!

Tian Yulang thought of the situation when Zhang Xiaotian was wandering around to see the scenery before, and couldn't help gritting his teeth, he was deceived by this damn guy.

"Hahahaha!"

Max Weir, who flew into the air, laughed loudly, full of joy in laughter, and at the same time mixed with mockery, I saw him laughing and saying: "Tian Yulang, you didn't expect it, your grandfather Marx will come out one day." Today I will make you pay for the shame of a hundred years of imprisonment, and suffer death. ”

As he spoke, Max Weir's fists collided with each other, and a red arc of light shot out from between the two fists, instantly crossing the distance between the two and coming to Tian Yulang's eyes.

Seeing Marx's move, Tian Yulang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, the strength that this Tiramo person is showing now is only the realm of a grandmaster, comparable to himself, think about it, this person has been imprisoned by himself and Ge Huaikui for more than a hundred years, and even if he gets out of trouble, it is impossible to recover to his heyday in a short time.

In this way, let the old man ban you again!

Tian Yulang took a deep breath, his body swelled suddenly, standing up to the sky and the earth, the vigorous momentum disturbed the heavens and the earth, the muscles in his back squirmed, and suddenly black blood came out and turned into two arms, and then black blood extended out of the four hands and changed into blades.

I saw that he was stabbing his left and right swords at the moment, the sword momentum was heavy, the sword light was sharp, they were in pairs, and they fell down at the same time, and the terrifying feeling contained in the blade of this black blood transformation made Zhang Xiaotian in the spaceship below be suppressed so that his breathing was stagnant and his chest was tight.

This is the true strength of the Grandmaster!

Zhang Xiaotian suddenly stepped forward, and a trace of source power swirled out from his body, blocking Tian Yulang's momentum, but this was just the aftermath, and the aura of the place where the two of them really confronted each other must be a hundred times and a thousand times that of himself!

Bang!

Where the sword and the red light collided, a black spot suddenly appeared, and the void collapsed under this blow, and the vast suction absorbed all the energy generated between the intersections of the moves, and the black spot was instantly exploded.

A black light scattered overwhelmingly, and then, a series of rumbling sounds erupted, and a bird could not dodge, and was rubbed by the edge of the black light that was scattered, and was instantly torn into pieces.

At this moment, in the center of the black mang, a fist protruded, swirling with black blood, exuding a rich and heavy aura, deducing the unstoppable madness and the violence that destroyed everything, overlapping layer by layer, like nine days of crushing, hitting Max Weir.

Marx sneered, drew an arc left and right with both hands, poked his fingers with his right hand like a sword, and raised his palm like a knife with his left hand.

Tian Yulang only felt that a majestic suction force came from his fist, as if he wanted to "pull" his flesh and blood essence and even his soul together.

"Spirit Absorbing Dafa!"

Tian Yulang's eyes narrowed, the source power in the dantian suddenly turned into a vortex, and the same powerful suction force came out from his fist, and the two competed with each other, only to hear the sound of stabbing, the void cracked a gap, and the frenzied aura surged out.

Marx was still sneering, the vertical palm knife in his left hand flashed red, and there seemed to be trembling left and right, hiding countless changes, and suddenly split the dark and deep spatial crack, and went straight to the fist and Tian Yulang behind the fist.

However, when he arrived with the sword, Tian Yulang had already disappeared.

Marx did not turn his head back, turned over one by one, and on his head and feet, the momentum of the palm knife did not decrease, and he slashed towards the original rear from the bottom up.

Sure enough, Tian Yulang's figure appeared behind him, the black blood in front of his fist condensed into a huge dragon head, and he opened his hideous mouth to "bite" forward, but because of Marx's movements, he pounced, but it was the palm knife that seized the opportunity to slash at Tian Yulang's lower abdomen.

Tian Yulang's pupils contracted suddenly, he had only heard of the power of the Tiramo people in the Void Land, but he had never fought against the warriors of this race, but at this moment, Marx's fighting talent shocked him.

The strain is too fast, it is completely a physical reaction, and it has not been thought about at all, this is the fighting instinct cultivated from countless battles!

The Tiramo people have a long life, and similarly, the battles experienced by the Tiramo people who have lived for a long time are naturally not comparable to the short-lived humans, so you can imagine how rich their combat experience is.

(End of chapter)