It was just a head, but it roared and hit like a boulder thrown by a huge catapult.
The distance is too close to avoid!
In less than a breath, Zheng Shiyi's head hit Liu Chao's head hard.
The two heads collided head-on, and the collision was so strong that sparks were created only when weapons collided, followed by a loud noise like thunder falling from the sky.
Two brilliant balls of blood flew into the sky.
The heads of Zheng Shiyi and Liu Chao split open at the same time, and bright red blood spurted out in all directions. Their own blood mixed with that of their opponents, turning them both into bloody men in just an instant.
Liu Chao had no idea that Zheng Shiyi would attack like this. His head was unprepared to withstand such an attack. He fell on his back and fell heavily to the ground. The skin on his forehead was completely shattered under this outfit, and even the exposed hard There were obvious cracks on the skull.
"this… "
"What's this!"
"Attack with your head?"
Below the ring, everyone looked at Zheng Shiyi who suddenly jumped up and hit Liu Chao with his head. This was the Shenhou Conference. How could anyone use such an attack? This is exactly how street gangsters fight, even those on the street. Rogues rarely use this kind of attack.
After all, when you hit others with your head, you also have to bear a heavy blow. And Zheng Shiyi actually hit with such force that both of their heads cracked under the impact. This was not an attack at all, it was suicide!
"Old Shiyi..." Peng Junyue looked at Zheng Shiyi who was attacking with his head from a distance, and clenched his fists involuntarily.
On the side, Huan Shi and Mo Xing, who were also not competing, had worried looks on their faces.
Before everyone could recover, Zheng Shiyi climbed up from the ground with difficulty, with green light shining crazily on his chest and head.
The dragon grass martial spirit was beating rapidly, repairing his injured body, and the cracked skull was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. By the time he stood up completely, the cracks on the skull had been completely repaired.
Looking at Liu Chao, who was still lying on the ground and seemed to be about to fall into coma due to the impact just now, he raised his head back and then hit Liu Chao's head hard.
"boom!"
A shocking loud noise erupted from the top of the ring. The sound was so loud that it seemed to shatter the entire space. The entire competition ring shook suddenly under the impact.
Zheng Shiyi felt a terrifying backlash rush into his head. His newly healed skull shattered, and bright red blood spurted out, instantly turning his face red. There was even brain matter mixed with flying blood in the bright red. out. On the opposite side, there was a stream of warm blood rushing straight into his face.
The whole body trembled involuntarily under the impact, and the whole body was sore and numb. An indescribable pain came from the brain, and the whole person almost fainted from the shock.
The Dragon Grass martial soul in his body beat faster than before, frantically repairing the wounds on his brain.
On the ground in front of him, Liu Chao fell in a pool of blood. His head was completely split in front of his forehead, and bright red blood continued to flow out. He completely fainted.
Below the ring, the referee seemed to be stunned by the bizarre battle in front of him. He stayed for a while and then shouted: "Challenge No. 5, the winner is Zheng Shiyi."
As the referee's voice sounded, everyone around came to their senses.
Looking at Zheng Shiyi who looked like a bloody man on the stage, everyone took a deep breath.
"This...this Zheng Shiyi can be so cruel to himself!"
"This is the head. Injuries to other parts of the body will eventually be transmitted to the brain. He hit it directly with his head, and he hit it so hard!"
"He...how did he do it!"
"This... How difficult must it be to be so cruel to yourself? It's his own head!"
Everyone looked at Zheng Shiyi on the ring, and they didn't know why. Although they knew that Zheng Shiyi was unable to punch and his strength was greatly damaged, they couldn't help but feel a sense of fear when they looked at Zheng Shiyi in front of them, as if they were looking at a Shura God of War.
In the distance, a group of women gathered together. Among the women wearing Miao Miao Cult costumes, a very timid disciple even turned around for a moment, not daring to look at the No. 5 ring where Zheng Shiyi was, with his slim body. He kept trembling and made an unbelievable and terrifying sound: "Then... how can that person be so scary! Are all the warriors outside so scary?"
"No." Fairy Ling Yan shook her head slightly, looking at Zheng Shiyi who was slowly walking down from the ring from a distance, a look of pity flashed on her face, and sighed: "All the participating Shenhou I'm afraid there won't be many people in the conference who can be so cruel to me.
At least ask yourself, I'm afraid I can't do what he does. It’s just a pity…”
"Oh? I rarely hear senior sister praising others." On the side, an extremely beautiful female disciple heard the sound, with a look of surprise on her face, and then smiled: "If he knew that he could be praised like this by senior sister, I wonder how he would feel What an honor, but it’s a pity that he has passed away.”
The Fudo King in the crowd stared at Zheng Shiyi who was walking down the ring with a cold face, his eyes filled with murderous intent. This kid is so cruel!
You are so cruel to yourself, let alone others.
If this kid is allowed to recover, I don't know what he can do.
And... this guy's martial spirit.
King Fudo looked at Zheng Shiyi who was getting closer and closer to him, and looked at the green light shining on Zheng Shiyi's body. A look of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes. How could Zheng Shiyi's martial spirit be the same as the Tongtian in the sect? So similar to ivy!
There is also such weird healing power, so fast healing power!
"What a terrifying martial spirit!"
"Quick... look at Zheng Shiyi's injuries. His bleeding has stopped!"
"This... what kind of martial spirit is this? How come it has such strong healing ability!"
Suddenly, exclamations were heard again, and among the exclamations, there was a voice that was much sharper and higher than usual.
"Immortal Soul!" It was obviously a male voice, but the voice that sounded was extremely high-pitched, and it was obvious that he lost his voice due to shock!
Immortal soul!
When King Fudo heard this exclamation, a name suddenly rang out, the Immortal Saint!
The immortal saint once possessed an immortal soul!
This kind of martial spirit is too precious for a warrior. Having such a martial spirit is naturally not truly immortal, but it is also extremely difficult to kill.
As long as a warrior does not die, he can always learn experience and become stronger step by step, especially when hesitating between life and death, it can stimulate a person's potential.
The talent of the Immortal Saint back then could no longer be described as ordinary or average, but rather could be described as low. His talent was very low.
Not to mention becoming a saint, even becoming a semi-saint. Which one is not a peerless genius
But the Immortal Saint relied on his martial soul to survive time and time again. He constantly summed up his previous experiences, coupled with hard training, and finally became a saint!
Right now, Zheng Shiyi possesses a martial soul just like the immortal saint back then!
And Zheng Shiyi's talent is by no means low, but extremely terrifying. Taking into account his martial spirit, if he is allowed to grow, the consequences are unimaginable!
King Fudo thought of the immortal saint, and the killing intent emanating from his body became much stronger.
Following the exclamation, many people around him also remembered the former immortal saint.
"The immortal soul is the martial soul of the former immortal saint!"
"I also remembered it. Come to think of it, it was a hundred thousand years ago."
"Unexpectedly, really unexpectedly, Zheng Shiyi can actually possess such a martial spirit!"
Shouts of exclamation kept ringing out.
Zheng Shiyi had just stepped off the ring when the referee's voice came over again: "Zheng Shiyi and Yu Chengzhang, come to the second ring."
"Zheng Shiyi, it's Zheng Shiyi again!"
"Zheng Shiyi, he has just finished his second test, and his third test is coming right after!"
"This Zheng Shiyi, his competitions are all close to each other. He is really unlucky!"
"Although Zheng Shiyi has a martial soul like an immortal soul, his injuries just now were extremely serious. His entire right chest was pierced, and his brain even flew out under the impact of the impact on his head.
He had just finished a fierce battle, and he was about to fight next. He was in this state, not to mention that he was disabled. Even before he was disabled, he was unable to fight with others in this state. "
"Zheng Shiyi is in such a state that it's good to be able to stand, let alone fight."
"He's dead this time."
Everyone sighed helplessly as they watched Zheng Shiyi walking down from the ring, his body still swaying due to his previous injuries.
As if she was infected by Zheng Shiyi's previous battle, in the crowd, a pretty woman suddenly walked out from the side, looked at Zheng Shiyi and advised: "You give up. In your current state, you will definitely be beaten to death."
"Thank you. However, I will not give up." Feeling the woman's kindness, Zheng Shiyi showed a grateful smile to the other party and looked firmly towards the second arena.
give up
How could I give up!
If you get the Divine Marquis, you can get countless benefits, not to mention countless resources, and you can also put forward a condition to the Holy One and propose marriage to the Jasper Sect!
I finally waited until the Shenhou Conference was held, how could I give up!
Not far away, Huanshi and Peng Junyue, who had not appeared in the game for the time being, looked at each other and sighed helplessly. Although they wanted Zheng Shiyi to give up, they had known Zheng Shiyi for so long, and they knew Zheng Shiyi's character too well. .
This time, Shiyi will never give up.
Zheng Shiyi walked slowly towards the second arena. As he walked, the Dragon Grass martial spirit on his body continued to shine with a green light, and the breath full of life continued to shine. The injuries on his body recovered at an alarming speed. With.
The punctured wound slowly recovered, and finally the wound completely disappeared. The wound on the split head was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
(End of chapter)