Chapter 190: Whipping the Corpse

Nangong Cheng had already had murderous intent towards Zhang Huaming, and he was bound to kill him quickly, and a killing word containing killing intent roared, and everyone moved, waving the weapons in their hands, and pounced on Zhang Huaming and Leng Lanning like wolves and tigers. )

Compared to ordinary warriors, the twenty martial artists are definitely a good force, even in the army, they can have a certain military position and enjoy the imperial court.

As for Wuzong and Wuwang, this is already at the level of a general in the army, and they are inexhaustible in glory and wealth in any country.

Now, one of the Martial Kings and three Martial Sects of the Southern Yan Empire are going to join forces to deal with a reckless person, and if this matter spreads, I am afraid that it will immediately cause an uproar*.

However, just when Nangong Cheng and the others were about to bī close to Zhang Huaming and Leng Lanning, who were standing still in place, with the momentum of encirclement, a strange thing happened, only to see that outside their encirclement, one figure after another appeared out of thin air, and in just a moment, there were more than two hundred people standing around Nangong Cheng and the others, these people were like statues, standing with expressionless faces, exuding a palpitating killing intent.

With their strange appearance, the atmosphere on the field suddenly underwent earth-shaking changes, and a huge monstrous momentum was surging, and the killing intent in the sky instantly shrouded the sky, and a faint smell of blood wafted in the air.

In the face of the sudden change, Nangong Cheng and the others were obviously taken aback, and they all didn't care about attacking Zhang Huaming anymore, so they hurriedly retracted their figures, gritted their teeth and used their strength and will to resist the powerful coercion emanating from these people, and their frightened eyes looked at the surrounding crowd like a killing god, and their faces were shocked.

Who are these people?

When and how did they appear?

Why are they just standing, and they are so frightened that they seem to stop breathing? Everyone's hearts were in shock, and the uneasy fear spread through the crowd like a plague.

"Kill, why don't you kill it? I'll just stand here and wait for you to come. Zhang Huaming looked at Nangong Cheng, whose face was pale and his forehead was sweating wildly, and asked without a trace of emotion.

He ...... Are they all your people?" Nangong Cheng took a deep breath with all the strength he could eat, and asked with difficulty. At this time, he had used almost all his strength to resist the invisible coercion emanating from more than two hundred people, and he didn't even have the strength to move his footsteps, his handsome face was pale, his shuangtuǐ was slightly soft, and his tone of voice had long since lost his previous neutrality.

Nangong Cheng knew that he was afraid, afraid, his heart, and even his soul were trembling deeply, and he couldn't even give birth to the slightest thought of resistance. He didn't know who these people were, and even when they appeared, if it weren't for the powerful momentum that these people deliberately exuded, he wouldn't have noticed anything at all with his Martial Sect's cultivation.

Nangong Cheng had never felt such a deep fear, almost falling into the bottomless abyss at any time, even in the face of the Martial God Realm's father, he had never been so afraid.

Nangong Cheng has seen many martial gods, and his father is also a master of the martial god realm, so he is no stranger to martial gods. He could clearly feel that everyone who appeared here at least had a strong aura that was not weaker than his father, that is to say, almost all of these people had a strength that was not weaker than the Martial God Cultivation.

Could it be that all these people are martial gods?

Impossible, absolutely impossible

Nangong Cheng was shocked, he couldn't believe his guess, and he didn't want to believe it, but what happened in front of him undoubtedly ruthlessly destroyed the little luck he had in his heart.

There are very few masters in the Martial God Realm, and it is very likely that ordinary cultivators will rarely see one in their lifetime. The sudden appearance of a martial god here is enough to shock people, but now it is likely that hundreds of martial gods have appeared here, Rao is Nangong Cheng has seen countless masters, and at this time, he can't help but shudder, and his soul is scattered.

"Do you want to hear the truth, or do you want to tell a lie?" Zhang Huaming asked without answering.

"Really...... Truth. Nangong Cheng forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart and stammered.

"Why, the tone of his voice has weakened so much, is he scared, frightened?" Zhang Huaming took the opportunity to fall into the well and asked deliberately.

As for the enemy, Zhang Huaming never minded torturing them by any means, and he never easily let go of any opportunity to torture them. He wanted to let them live worse than death, just like what he had done to Zhao Dong when he was in King City, he wanted them to know that if they provoked themselves, the consequences would never be something they could bear.

Knowing that Zhang Huaming was taking the opportunity to humiliate himself, Nangong Cheng, who was furious, refused to speak, pursed his mouth stiffly, and looked like he could do anything.

"Answer me, are you scared, scared?" Zhang Huaming suddenly strode up to Nangong Cheng, pinched his chin with one hand, looked down condescendingly, and asked with squinted eyes.

Nangong Cheng wanted to close his mouth hard, but he immediately found that he couldn't do it at all, he felt that his jaw seemed to be clasped by an iron hoop, his mouth opened involuntarily, and bursts of heart-rending pain continued to spread to his brain, as if his jaw was about to break at any time, and he could faintly hear the sound of gurgling bones rubbing.

"Hehe, you want to shut up now? It's too late. Zhang Huaming pinched his chin with his left hand, and slapped Nangong Cheng's face with his right hand.

"Smack. ”

An incomparably crisp sound sounded, and Nangong Cheng's fair and delicate right cheek suddenly turned red, and a distinct five-finger print seemed to be imprinted on it.

This slap, Zhang Huaming did not use any energy, but simply used **, but even so, Nangong Cheng still felt that after this slap, he suddenly felt like he had been hit by a heavy blow, his head seemed to have been hit by a thousand boulders, and his brain was empty, the whole person almost fainted, all the nerves in his body were completely numb, and the terrible darkness in the sky shrouded him, he tried hard to open his eyes to find a ray of light, but found that there was nothing between heaven and earth except for the darkness that was so thick that it seemed to be able to swallow people alive.

"**, even Lao Tzu's people, you dare to use your brains, and you are tired of crooked. Zhang Huaming suddenly changed his usual calm and light-hearted, and instantly became a bandit and hooligan full of foul language, scolding without any image, and slapped Nangong Cheng in the face.

"Lao Tzu has long told you not to think that you are very powerful if you are a prince, and you have long been told to take your people to get out, do you *** still think that Lao Tzu is afraid of you? Zhang Huaming scolded viciously a few words one after another, and his right hand quickly slapped Nangong Cheng's face. Looking at his angry appearance, it seems that there is some inextricable deep hatred and hatred between him and this Nangong Cheng,

Although Zhang Huaming didn't use energy, just using the palm of his hand, don't forget that his ** is so strong that he has been metamorphosed to the point that even his master Xuan Tianba can't reach it, but he is truly invulnerable to all poisons, and he is almost a perfect King Kong incorruptible body. He used his hand to hit Nangong Cheng's face, and there was no difference between hitting him in the face with an iron plate or brick.

Under Zhang Huaming's swift and lightning-like mouths, Nangong Cheng, who was originally high-spirited, was no different from a dead dog at this time, his body collapsed to the ground with his eyes closed, his head tilted, and the left and right cheeks were already blurred with blood, and patches of blood flowed wantonly.

After being ravaged like Zhang Huaming like this, no matter who it was, he must have fainted to death, but Nangong Cheng didn't, he originally thought that he would definitely faint, because his body was so numb that he almost lost consciousness, but unfortunately he found that his consciousness was always awake, and he could clearly feel the sharp pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow from his face, and he could clearly hear Zhang Huaming's scolding.

He never imagined that his always lofty self would one day fall to such a miserable state. His only wish at this moment was to pass out immediately. As long as he faints to death, no matter how Zhang Huaming scolds or beats, he doesn't realize it, so he feels very satisfied and happy.

His wish is not small, so small that it makes people very helpless, but Zhang Huaming is not even willing to satisfy his small wish, he forcibly uses the soul attack power of the Mother of Soul Beasts to constantly stab Nangong Cheng's soul, so that he always maintains a state of consciousness.

Only in this way can Zhang Huaming vent the strong dissatisfaction in his heart. Sister, even a prince dares to come and rob Lao Tzu, aren't you insulting Lao Tzu greatly?

Helian Bing and the other twenty-seven guards looked at Zhang Huaming with dull eyes, leaving one bright red finger print after another on Nangong Cheng's face like a raging storm, his mouth was wide open, his expression was blank, and his body was already as rigid as a stone statue.

Watching Zhang Huaming slap every time, they felt that their faces were also in hot pain, as if the slap was directly on their faces, and even their teeth began to hurt.

Fierce, brutal

This is the only word that can describe Zhang Huaming in the hearts of Helian Bing and others at the moment, Nangong Cheng's face has been deformed by him, and he still refuses to give up, which is no different from whipping a corpse. Even the unconscious dead man, you, Zhang Huaming, have to be abused and ravaged to the death, this is not ferocious and cruel.

Helian Bing and the others obviously knew that the tragic situation of Nangong Cheng and the others at this time was the fate they were about to face, and they didn't even know whether Zhang Huaming would be merciful and spare the lives of himself and the others.

He suddenly regretted why he had come to this damn Five Finger Mountain Range with Nangong Cheng today, why couldn't he refuse the order of the eldest prince with a tougher attitude? Why did he not only not stop it, but also gloated and fanned the flames when Nangong Cheng was forced to condense the flames?

And this series of whys, the final result is to provoke such a terrible and terrifying evil star, if time can be turned back, Helian Bing would rather defect to the Southern Yan Empire alone than provoke Zhang Huaming, a perverted evil star.

It's a pity that there are no ifs and assumptions in life, and the only thing Helian Bing can do now is to obediently wait for doom to come.