In the face of Song Ziyu's challenge, Shi Wuming, known as the king of the North District Prison, directly chose to accept it.

This is able to afford the status of the king of heaven, without any compromise and delay.

Thereupon!

Under the gaze of countless people, the battle between Song Ziyu and the Heavenly King of the Northern District was settled.

The day was sunny and breezy.

In the huge playground in the center of Alcatraz Prison, there was already a sea of clouds.

The sky was blue and blue.

The heads of the people agreed that the crowd would gather.

It's a good day because there's a big fight to be fought.

"Did you hear that?"

"Nonsense, didn't you hear I'd be here again?"

"Someone has the audacity to challenge the king!"

"This kind of thing?"

"There's a good show to watch today."

"Looks like we're going to die today."

The prisoners were talking, each expressing their opinions.

However, at this time, some of the prisoners in the North District said lightly, "You are really lonely."

"What do you mean by that?"

There were puzzled expressions on everyone's faces.

The prisoner from the North District said lightly, "Although this challenger is not well-known, his strength should not be underestimated."

"What's not to be underestimated?"

Inmates from other wards asked.

The prisoner from the North District replied: "This challenger named Song Ziyu was definitely born out of thin air, defeated the four giants of the North District in three days, and then challenged the Heavenly King of the North District, how many years have you seen such a fierce existence?"

Hearing this, the others cast curious glances.

"If that's the case, it's worth looking forward to."

"That's for sure!"

The prisoner in the North District looked very proud: "Look, this prison is about to change."

In the midst of everyone's discussions, the players on both sides of the duel came out after a long time.

Needless to say, Song Ziyu is still a thin body like a pockmark, and his appearance is mediocre, so he can't see anything special at all.

When Song Ziyu came out, he heard overwhelming boos, and it can be seen that he who has just made a name for himself has no "fans" at all.

Of course, Song Ziyu didn't know that any place behind this drunken city could become a gimmick for making money.

The moment his challenge was accepted, the prison opened the battle for it.

As a challenger, Song Ziyu is not favored, so the odds are four to one.

This is also one of the sources of boos.

Song Ziyu was labeled as a "weakling" as soon as he appeared.

And the root cause of this situation lies in...... The outstanding achievements of the North District Prison King Shi Nameless.

As an undefeated being in Alcatraz prison!

Shi Nameless's combat power has always been a mystery.

This is also the reason why Shi Wuming is optimistic!

At this time, Song Ziyu stood in the center of the field, lit a cigarette lightly, and then smiled at the boos in the sky and laughed: "What a big pomp, hahahaha."

Just as Song Ziyu was enjoying the boo, the boos in the sky suddenly turned into cheers.

Saw......

In the dazzling sunlight, a bald head walked out in a thousand calls.

The bald head wears a yellow monk's robe, and his figure is very tall.

The monk's robe is made of cotton fabric, which is simple and rustic but not simple.

On the corners of the monk's robe, a string of bronze prayer beads hung down quietly, gently swaying with the monk's steps, looking very elegant.

Seeing this scene, Song Ziyu squinted his eyes for the first time.

Because......

I feel the fluctuations in the data.

That's right!

This guy, the majestic power in his body, is surging wildly.

It's a formidable enemy.

Shi Wuming gradually approached, and Song Ziyu saw that on the face of this monk, the facial lines were clear and resolute, as if a knife was sharpening an axe.

His skin glowed faintly golden in the sun, like a bronze washed by thousands of years!

His eyes were like deep ancient wells, and there was no trace of emotional fluctuations in his pupils. When Song Ziyu looked at him, his eyes also looked over.

Moment!

Song Ziyu had a feeling of being scanned.

It's about discovering your own inner secrets.

Terrible!

This is the first time Song Ziyu has felt this way, which is enough to show that the entire monk in front of him is not only strong in appearance, but also very strong in spirit.

Shi Wuming's figure is very burly, and his broad shoulders and thick chest show that he has a lot of strength in his body.

His hands are visibly rough with the naked eye, as if they have experienced the tempering of wind, frost, snow and rain!

Each finger is as hard as a knife cut, and the calluses on the fingers are thick, so you can imagine how profound this person's kung fu has become.

Shi Wuming walked over like this, every step was like a drum, and every movement seemed calm and powerful!

This moment!

Song Ziyu had the illusion that he was not facing a person, but an old pine that had stood in the mountains for thousands of years, and a thick old stone wall that could not be crossed.

"You're the one who challenged me?"

Shi Wuming walked closer and asked slowly.

The sound was like a tiger grinding its teeth.

"That's right."

Song Ziyu said.

"Why do you bring shame upon yourselves?"

Shi Wuming said, "You should know that there is no one in this prison who is my opponent."

Song Ziyu chuckled when she heard this, "Really? So confident?"

"That's how confident."

Monk Dao.

"Where do you get your confidence?"

Song Ziyu asked.

"You don't deserve to know." Shi Wuming was very conceited and said, "There are some things that mortals should not understand."

"Forget it, don't talk nonsense, first cripple you, and then slowly torture you, it must be okay."

Song Ziyu said lightly.

"What a big breath, since you are so ignorant of lifting, then the old man has overdone you!"

After Shi Wuming said this, he directly showed his fist, and then said something in his mouth.

"If you have the ability or not, you will know if you take my trick!" Shi Nameless launched a brazen attack.

I saw Shi Wuming slowly punching, but his fist seemed to have endless power.

This punch slowly blasted out, as fierce as a raging storm!

Song Ziyu obviously felt it, and the air around him seemed to be trembling!

The mountains seemed to be on the verge of crumbling, and the space in front of them seemed to be about to crack.

Let all living beings feel fear and awe.

The stars have fallen!

The gods are born!

That's probably it.

In a trance, Song Ziyu thought that he was about to be swallowed by the monstrous waves.

Damn it!

Only for a moment!

Song Ziyu understood!

The ferocity of this punch does not lie in the fist itself, but in the spiritual power it contains.

Knowing what the problem was, Song Ziyu's response was much calmer.

Under the fist, Shi Wuming was completely sure that he could be killed with one blow.

After all, oneself and the soul of this dimension are not the same strength at all!

So!

Shi Wuming is full of confidence in where he is going to steal!

There was no earth-shattering movement, but what this fist contained was the power to collapse mountains and rivers.

Shi Wuming's punch fell, hitting Song Ziyu's face.

Really!

The guy who was intimidated by his own might couldn't even fight back ordinarily, which was really pitiful.

In the next second, the monk could almost think of the picture of himself smashing Song Ziyu's head with one punch.

However, the situation is not as Shi Wuming thought.

The fist was like smashing a piece of glass, creating endless ripples.

Accompanied by the ripples, is the picture of the broken Song Ziyu!

At the same time, a chuckle came from the side: "It's powerful, but it's not good for your eyes."

Shi Wuming suddenly realized when he heard this, and then he looked at Song Ziyudu: "Illusion? How do you do that?"

"Are you the only ones who are allowed to paralyze me with your psychic powers? I can't do it? Who prescribed it?"

Song Ziyu said.

As soon as these words came out, Shi Wuming instantly put away all his contempt: "It seems that you are not an ordinary person, very good, it seems that I am going to show my real skills."

"Come on!"

Song Ziyu was not afraid.

"Flick your fingers!"

Shi Wuming suddenly spoke, and his fingers flicked towards Song Ziyu suddenly.

It's a stealthy move!

But where it was invisible to the naked eye, a cold light quietly hit.

This cold light went straight to Song Ziyu's throat, and it seemed that it was intended to cut Song Ziyu's throat directly.

This trick is very vicious and vicious, and if you don't notice it, you will probably be unlucky.

But Song Ziyu saw through this guy's methods, so his body fluttered slowly, avoiding Shi Wuming's blow.

"Come and don't be rude, you can also try Lao Tzu's methods."

Song Ziyu glared suddenly, and a spiritual storm smashed towards Shi Wuming's body.

Seeing the spiritual power coming, Shi Wuming raised his right hand unhurriedly, and immediately, Song Ziyu's strength seemed to have hit something, and the spiritual attack was instantly dissolved.

"Huh?"

This time, it was Song Ziyu's turn to be surprised.

In this virtual world, his mental blow can be described as invincible, and now he is actually blocked by others, which is really incredible.

Song Ziyu, who did not believe in evil, launched attacks continuously, but the situation was very strange, and all the means of spiritual attack were turned invisible.

Shi Wuming is in front of him, like a 10,000-year-old pine.

"What kind of trick is this?"

Song Ziyu was surprised.

Shi Wuming replied lightly: "Although you have strong spiritual power, the means of spiritual attack are very simple, so naturally you have never seen such an unfathomable method as the Golden Bell Jar."

"Bell jar? I understand! Looks like I'm going to have to push your limits." Song Ziyu suddenly changed his lazy style, and instantly launched a storm-like attack.

Minutes tick by!

In the eyes of others, this battle is nothing more than a two-man parry, but only those who are in it will know the horror of this battle.

Song Ziyu hadn't found anyone who could withstand the blow of his full spiritual storm ability before this, and now, the monk in front of him had become a good whetstone.

Song Ziyu became more and more courageous the more he fought, and the stimulation of his spiritual power became more and more powerful.

Shi Wuming stood in place, like a reef being slapped by the stormy waves!

The more Shi Wuming resisted, the more frightened the whole person became.

I came from the Upper Realm of the Flood Desolation, and it was the first time that I was completely suppressed.

The mediocre guy in front of him, in fact, has no other skills at all, he is simply strong in spirit, and his playing style is also disorderly, but he is a big and full play, and he can't bear it.

Shi Wuming didn't notice that the monk's robe on his body had begun to be windless, which was a manifestation of his golden bell jar that he couldn't hold!

Finally!

Under the blow of Song Ziyu's overwhelming blow, Shi Wuming couldn't stand it!.

"You forced me!"

It seems to be nameless

He made some kind of decision and let out a frantic roar.

"If you have anything, use it!"

Song Ziyu doesn't care.

However!

Next second!

Visible changes began to take place on Shi Wuming's body!

On the monk's body, a piece of metal armor appeared!

And that's not all!

The monk also had a long golden knife in his hand.

The sword flashed, like a poisonous snake spitting letters, Shi Wuming stopped blindly defending, and began to attack!

At this time, Shi Wuming no longer stood in place, but picked up the long knife in his hand and slashed at Song Ziyu's skull.

The long knife flies like a dragon snake!

Sometimes he slashed at his head, sometimes he stabbed himself in the chest.

At this time, Song Ziyu finally got a little scared.

If your own body is here, it will be no difficult to deal with it.

However, this guy called Song Stiff is too weak after all.

I can't confront this monk in terms of physical force.

This is their own disadvantage.

The battle was in fear.

Shi Nameless transformed into an armored warrior, and his killing heart exploded, completely with a hard-hitting style.

Song Ziyu barely blocked a few times before he completely stopped eating, and he actually seemed to have hit an iron mountain, and his body and bones were about to collapse.

Iron-stone collides!

Shi Nameless's flesh showed infinite power.

What to do?

What to do?

Song Ziyu felt fear!

You can't be defeated!

I don't have any capital to fail.

Looking at the golden light emitted by the monk, Song Ziyu fell into the confusion of his thoughts.

Suddenly!

It's like there's a light coming in to my brain.

Song Ziyu found a way to break the game!

Light?

That's right!

Since you can transform as a monk, can't you do it yourself?

Whether it is the armor on the monk's body or the long knife in his hand, in fact, in the final analysis, it is the wonderful use of spiritual power, and it is the module rewriting of spiritual power into data.

What a monk can do, can't he do it himself?

Jokes.

Song Ziyu immediately shouted, "tiga"

"What?"

Shi Wuming was stunned for three seconds.

Forthwith!

Shi Wuming saw an incredible scene!

No, no, no......

It should be everyone on the playground who saw the incredible scene!

With Song Ziyu's body as the center of the circle, countless still light particles began to rapidly turn red.

These red particles of light swim in space like cells, as if they have life.

Then, these red particles began to gather together, wrapping around Song Ziyu, and then Song Ziyu took on a completely different shape.

The process is so swift that it feels like an instantaneous outburst.

Immediately, Song Ziyu was covered by red lines, her figure began to become well-proportioned, and her muscles were strong.

His blond hair fell down and he was wearing a blue and white combat uniform.

The most striking thing is that Song Ziyu's head actually gave birth to a pair of curved horns, like two sharp swords.

Song Ziyu looked at the monk, and a deep blue light erupted in his eyes, and his expression was firm and sharp.

"Ah! Bull Demon King?"

Shi Wuming was taken aback.

"Idiot!"

Song Ziyu sneered: "Don't think that only you will dance the great god to invite the gods, this one invited by Lao Tzu is Ultraman Tiga!"