"Next, it's ten percent corpses." The Night King whispered.

The corpse has deepened from five percent to ten percent, and there is no change in his appearance, but the Night King is still wearing his blood-stained white shirt and white trousers, and his hands are covered with fine scales. He stood in the hall with a flat expression, but Zhao Gao could sense a more powerful momentum rising from the other party's body, although it didn't look the difference, the Night King at this moment was obviously different from just now.

Something unknown was taking place in the young man's body, and step by step, the Night King untied the shackles that bound the demon, and a palpitating power emanated from his body.

"Look at it...... That's ten percent. ”

The Night King slammed his right foot on the ground, the marble floor was shattered, and he instantly approached Zhao Gao, as fast as a bolt of lightning.

Zhao Gao was taken aback, the fierce wind and strength rushed to his face, he only had time to erect the long knife in his hand, and the next moment the long knife shattered, and the Night King's fist broke through the block and hit Zhao Gao in the chest.

At this moment, the Night King and just now are almost like two people, Zhao Gao didn't have time to adapt to this change, just like the opponent suddenly changed from the Children's Palace Sanda Teacher to the boxing king Tyson, the Night King's speed and strength are completely different from before, Zhao Gao was hit five meters away by this punch, fell heavily on the floor, and broke two ribs.

Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, Zhao Gao gasped widely, he spat out the blood foam in his mouth, and slowly got up.

Purple-black blood vessels gradually spread from the back of his neck to his face, slowly climbing up his cheeks and forehead, the muscles of the young man's face gradually bulging, and the bloodshot in his eyes spread from his pupils to all sides.

"Are you finally getting serious?" The Night King smiled.

Zhao Gao gasped, inhaling a large amount of air with every breath, the corpse is an extremely drastic body change, the pain of the lemon corpse is like about to give birth, Zhao Gao is stronger than the lemon, but it still needs to consume a lot of energy, at this moment his lungs are extremely expanded, like a pulling bellows, swallowing a lot of air, and then transporting oxygen to every tissue cell in the body.

Black scales grew out from under his skin, and Zhao roared low and low, his eyes emitting a sharp light, like a leopard.

"Good." The young man in white slapped his face, "This is decent." ”

Zhao Gao pressed his hand on his chest, and with a crisp "click", the broken rib was connected.

"For the sake of fairness, I should have a weapon too." The Night King looked left and right, and found that the surroundings were empty, and there was not even a single steel bar, so he had to shake his head helplessly.

"That's just what I bring."

His next behavior was shocking, the young man in white cut the skin on his thigh with his fingernails, and the wound extended from his knee to his waist, and blood suddenly gushed out of the wound.

The Night King's expression was as usual, and he jerked his hand into the wound in his thigh!

The wound was immediately torn open, scarlet blood splattered out, and it was clear that some large blood vessel had been torn off, but the Night King didn't care, his hand groping in the bloody wound. He poked half of his palm in, as if holding something tightly, and pulled it out with all his might, and the hall was filled with the sound of scalp-tingling ligaments and muscle tears.

With a tooth-aching tearing sound, the Night King pulled a piece of bone out of his thigh, and the wound healed.

The bones were covered in blood and mucus, as well as remnants of tendons. The Night King stuck out his tongue and licked the bones to wipe the blood clean, then shook it with his hand.

"That's what I'll do." The Night King smiled, he was covered in blood, and the bones in his hands were the length of a short knife.

Zhao Gao pulled out his twin knives and stared at him deadly.

The Night King held his sword in his backhand, lowered his body slightly, and took a posture before attacking.

No one had ever seen the Night King fight with a weapon before, as he was invincible with his bare hands, a monster that could shatter his opponent's steel knife with his fists. Zhao Gao didn't know how strong the sword-wielding Night King really was, but one thing was certain...... He is definitely the most formidable opponent in this world.

Not one of them.

The Night King's shot verified Zhao Gao's thoughts, he shot like an arrow, and the bone knife in his hand pulled up a sharp and piercing roar, but this time Zhao Gao was prepared, he crossed his two knives, and the Night King slammed into him fiercely.

Master Zhao suddenly sank, the power of the Night King was terrifying, Zhao Gao's hands were numb, and the blade was frantically "buzzing" and vibrating to unload, but fortunately withstood it.

The Night King drew his sword and spun around, another horizontal slash!

Zhao Gao held the knife with his backhand in the same way as he held the small knife, raised his arm, and pressed the back of the knife against his elbow, the blade facing outward, colliding with the Night King's bone knife.

Zhao Gao tilted his arm, and the Night King's bone knife slid forward along the blade and landed on the hilt. The two of them were close to face to face at this moment, and Zhao Gao hit it hard with a hammer on his head!

The Night King was unmoved, his eyelids didn't blink, Zhao Gao only felt as if he had slammed his head against the pillar, and in an instant, his eyes flashed with gold stars, and he took a step back.

Zhao Gao's body in the state of corpse has been greatly strengthened, and his head hammer, let alone a human skull, should be smashed even if it is a real concrete pillar...... But the Night King's skull was made of something he didn't know what it was made of, and it was as hard as a solid lump of iron.

Zhao Gao stole the chicken and couldn't eat the rice, and was shocked back by the other party, and the Night King took advantage of the situation to take a step closer and hit Zhao Gao on the chest with an elbow.

Zhao Gao snorted and took a step back.

The Night King clung to his body one step further and punched him in the stomach.

Zhao Gao was so hit by this blow that he bowed down, the Night King raised his knee and hit his chin, Zhao Gao's brain buzzed, blank for a second, and half of his face was numb.

Zhao Gao staggered back and back, his back slammed against the wall, and the Night King threw the bone knife in his hand, and the bone knife pierced Zhao Gao's shoulder, nailing him to the wall.

The Night King slapped his face without blushing or panting after a set of blows, walked over leisurely, and pulled out the bone knife.

Zhao Gao slid along the wall and sat on the floor, raising his hand to cover the wound, leaving a trail of blood on the wall behind him.

The difference in strength between Zhao Gao and the Night King is highlighted, in this game, Zhao Gao is a sacrificial player who gambles on everything to fight monsters and upgrades, but the Night King is just a casual player who easily logs in and signs in every day, it stands to reason that people like Zhao Gao are the Liver Emperor, and the Night King is just a salted fish, but now the Liver Emperor is beaten by the salted fish and can't raise his head.

Zhao hung his head high, sweat and blood-soaked hair hanging down loosely, sticking to his cheeks.

The Night King stood in front of him, looking down, and his shadow fell on Zhao Gao's body.

"Is that all?" The young man in white lifted the bone knife and pointed at the back of Zhao Gao's neck with the tip of the knife, "Compared with four years ago, you haven't made much progress." ”

Zhao Gao did not speak.

"If this is the last battle of the brave, it will be too boring." The Night King shook his head, "Did I misread you?" Your potential isn't actually as big as I thought it would be? ”

Zhao Gao and low his head were silent, motionless, like a prisoner who was about to be killed.

The Night King lifted the bone knife, aimed it at Zhao Gao's neck, and stabbed it down.