If you have to endure the stinking cells, the disgusting ingredients with wings, and the public baths where you dare not bend down to pick up soap in the prison of Shuraba, then in the Tower of Rebirth you need to endure the disgust of death clung to your skin every second, and tens of thousands of spectators who are extremely eager to see you die, and know that you will be sold as a commodity after you die......

In fact, this kind of thing didn't fill Zhang Lan's mind for even 1 second, he stood in place like a passing little brother, raised the old mechanical arm, clasped his cheek with an iron claw and said, "You know what? Actually, I don't understand why the bad guys have to have some weird names just to increase the fear of other people about you? What meat grinder, weeder, harvester...... What's so scary about these daily necessities? The only thing I should be afraid of is the face of an opponent I can't defeat in any way, such as my face. ”

"Boy, you're getting a head pump? It says that as long as you die here, you will be rewarded with a lobster to eat, and I want to eat lobster, so you go and die. ”

The zombie meat grinder wielded a huge battery hammer and rushed towards Zhang Lan, it was unimaginable that such a burly man could be so agile when he attacked, and the flexible zigzag concealed attack angle was to ensure that the final hammer must hit the vital point.

"It's funny, how can zombies eat? The real power is not visible, and you can only barely listen to it. ”

Zhang Lan's right foot tapped the ground three times, his body disappeared, and a piercing whistling echo in the air, a high-frequency vibration caused by the friction of metal, that is, the legendary ...... Funeral song?!

After 30 years, the terrifying note composed by the scorching sun reverberated in the Shura Arena, and all opponents who heard this voice should understand that they would face the absolute speed of this world, the maximum limit that humans can reach, and most of them were already dead when they heard it......

The subhuman race skill of undefeated and god-killing made the huge zombie meat grinder in front of him not even have a chance to complain, and a large hole with a diameter of 1 meter was blasted out of his chest, and he fell into the ring.

From the start to the end, it took only 0.1 seconds.

"The only good thing about fighting here is probably that no matter how many you kill, you won't feel guilty, right? After all, those who can be locked up here are not good people except me......" Zhang Lan yawned and looked at Shura, who had grown his mouth on the screen not far away, "Who do you think I am?" A rich second generation who relies on an S-class mechanical prosthetic body and the ability of the demigod clan to be powerful? Without these, it will become a garbage that is bullied at will, hiding in the corner and crying and begging for mercy? ”

"No, I was born extraordinary, don't judge me by the evaluation of others, I'm different from you, Shura, your world is just this prison, a tower, and I, the world."

When Zhang Lan recounted plainly, he picked up the electromagnetic blast hammer on the ground that originally belonged to the zombie meat grinder, which was a high-level large-scale destruction tool that the zombie meat grinder spent a full 5,000 points to redeem.

"Hey, what do you want to do?" Shura was surprised.

"Don't you understand? Keep fighting, of course. Zhang Lan carried the electromagnetic blaster.

"But he's dead!"

"No, there's still a breath." Zhang Lan grabbed the head of the zombie meat grinder and pulled him to his knees from the ground, big is good, obviously his chest was pierced, his heart fell down, and he could still see it beating faintly, "According to the rules, unless the opponent dies, the battle is not over, on the battlefield, I can do what I want to do, right?" ”

"What the hell do you want to do?" Shura had a bad premonition.

"Don't you want to see me fight a strong enemy? I'll show you now. Zhang Lan tapped the ground, the funeral song came again, stepped directly into the ring, hit the 5-meter-high ceiling, and hooked the spotlight on the ceiling with a kick.

"Come on! Come! Come! Open a skylight! Zhang Lan wielded the electromagnetic hammer and smashed it on the ceiling, with a loud bang, countless spotlights were shocked and fell down, and cracks appeared on the ceiling.

"Stop it! The interior of the floor cannot be destroyed vertically! You've won and can leave! Shura softened.

"Smallness limits your imagination, what in the world can't be destroyed? Let me help you open your eyes! ”

Zhang Lan repeatedly used a very short distance funeral song on the ceiling, and smashed a huge hole in the floor from the 50th to 51st floors.

A battle in an extremely cold environment is underway above, with 5 layer masters blocking 4 challengers together.

Relying on cunning and strength, the battle has ended with a victory for the defenders, two of the attackers are dead, and the remaining two are also seriously wounded, and it is time to end.

But at this moment, a big hole burst out in the ground, and with thousands of splashes of ice and snow dust, Zhang Lan came to the ground on the 51st floor.

"What are you?" The defender was surprised.

"I'm sorry, don't worry about me, you go on, I'm just here for the funeral." The electromagnetic blast hammer in Zhang Lan's hand had shattered, so he had to pick up an ice pick from the ground.

"No matter how much, do him together, boss!" The other lords sensed that something was wrong and immediately shouted.

The five people immediately formed a group attack formation and rushed over, but in Zhang Lan's opinion, it was still too slow......

Once the funeral song came again, Zhang Lan was already standing behind them, and the ice pick blade in his hand turned directly into soda under the high temperature, dissipating into midair.

Looking at the 5 layer masters who charged, they all fell to the ground spitting blood, and they couldn't die anymore.

Obviously, the number of levels and opponents has been increased, but in Zhang Lan's eyes, it only changes the battle time from 0.1 seconds to 0.2 seconds.

"Thank you so much! As long as we kill you, we will be the new master of the 51st floor! Thank you for eight generations of ancestors! Hahaha! "The two guys who were dying in the distance actually picked up the two ionic shoulder-mounted cannons scattered by the layer master and aimed directly at Zhang Lan.

"Is there still a mouthful?" Zhang Lan was not in a hurry, and grabbed two snowballs in the snow under her feet with both hands.

The funeral song played again, and the moment their fingers pulled the trigger, Zhang Lan had already smashed the heads of the two of them into the ice below them and turned them into a pulp, and the turning cannon muzzle hit the ceiling of the 51st floor, and even blew up a hole.

"Go on, go on!" Zhang Lan looked up, kneaded his neck, and said indifferently.

"Enough! You give me a stop brute! Otherwise, I'll let you taste the power of the poisonous collar! On the screen, Shura roared angrily, even holding the remote control in his hand.

"If you press it and try it, the Shura Field is a land determined by rules, and every death row prisoner who fights each other in this land is convinced that as long as you follow the rules, you can one day break through the Rebirth Tower. But you can want my life and death just by your own preferences? Who has given you the power? Trampling on the rules laid down by your ancestors? ”

"Maybe you also want to make my battle worthless as you did when you deliberately embarrassed the scorching sun? If you press it, I'll only die a day before you. The hideous smile in Zhang Lan's eyes was like a devil.