Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

Luo Xing did not converge his breath.

It's just that the whole lord is in a state of exhilaration, but he ignores the people behind him.

By the time Lo was only three steps away from the Lord of Hao, the Lord of Hao suddenly turned around, and under the control of the blood of bronze, the instincts of the body had replaced his mind!

He had not even seen the sign clearly, and under the reflexes of the conditions, Major Hao's subconscious offensive was launched against the sign.

That big pair of blood axes flashed, spreading intense blood, two axes were chopped down, as if someone had lit the paint with an ink pen and outlined a colorful painting of ink in front of him!

“Hoo-hoo...”

Every axe waves out, and it's got a mighty momentum!

Inspired by the blood of bronze, Major Hao's offense is not tactical, nor does it need to be tactical!

Under such a brutal cut, like a landslide crack, everything within the confines of the veil will be wiped out, without any apprehension or consideration!

In the face of such an offensive, the vast majority of the martial artists choose to retreat and look for opportunities again.

Facing Demon Warriors, especially those who activated Bronze Blood, is an unwise choice!

However, Lorenzo did not retreat.

No matter how fast the blood axe went, Rosenfeld's figure was always three inches away from the blood axe.

He's like a butterfly in a storm that can destroy houses, trees, but this little butterfly is always dancing with the wind and never falls!

In this scene, let the many martial artists hiding in the Castle stare!

The Castle is still a short distance away, and from their point of view, it's like a whole lot of people sticking to that bloody axe.

As a result, an illusion was formed, as if the lord was not trying to chop the axe, but rather trying to throw it off the axe blade, but no matter how he went about throwing it, he couldn't...

“This guy, what the hell did he do, how did he do it? ”

“I guess he practiced a weird trick of sticking himself to the blood axe! ”

“No, if it sticks to it, Lord Ho just needs to smash it to the ground. Isn't this boy dead? ”

Many demonic fighters on the walls watched this scene and could not help but speak.

However, their voice had just fallen, and Hao Young Lord did it. This illusion was not unique to other warriors. Hao Young Master also had this strange feeling, and the boy seemed to put his ax blade on.

So he raised this pair of blood axes high, and he threw them down heavy!

However, when this smashed, Rosen's body was three inches from the ground, he squeezed his whole body out of the void between the axe blade and the ground.

“Boom! ”

Two blood-axes were embedded on the ground, and suddenly the ground was split open into huge cracks!

This crack spreads all the way forward, 10 miles up the road, making it a small canyon!

“This…”

“This people's warrior is really weird, like a slippery mud! ”

Martial men on the walls, stay here again!

At this moment, Rosen's body floats at the tail of the blood axe, and his feet remain three inches apart from the blood axe.

Even under the stimulus of bronze blood, Lord Hao stopped attacking and couldn't help but gauge this man!

“It's you!”

At this point, Major Hao recognized Luo Zheng.

Exactly before the Fantasy Battlefield opened, one of those two ethnic warriors!

At that time, Major Hao looked away. I had no idea that the two ethnic fighters were so powerful that they killed eleven demonic fighters in an instant.

But even so, Major Hao did not care about both of them.

In the opinion of Major Hao, the true strong will basically choose the way to block the gates of the city and draw fantasy points. The two ethnic fighters chose to leave, presumably with confidence.

But he didn't know that the way the gates were blocked would be relatively inefficient, and who would be willing to leave town to die?

In Luo Zheng's eyes, Master Hao, the type of warrior who used "blockage" to get fantasy points, is just a grass-eating sheep. Now that he has returned, he will definitely choose to kill this sheep...

“It's me,” said Rosenfeld with a faint smile on his face.

“Ha ha, well done, let's see where you can hide!” Major Hao laughed furiously. Although he tabooed this strange trick, he did not create any fear under the influence of bronze blood. The pair of blood axes were staggered and then clicked up and down.

If these two blood axes are cut, Luo Zheng will be cut in three!

This time, Rosen did not choose to evade!

After dissipating the white smoke on his body, Luo Zheng opened his hands and stared at the young lord, still smiling faintly on his face.

“Brush! ”

Rosenfeld's hands were like a snake coming out of a hole, and at this moment he grabbed the ax blade of two blood axes.

This young lord's two strikes are enough to open the mountain fissures!

Almost all of the martial arts believe that Rosen will once again resort to that bizarre and extreme form of dodging.

But Luo Zheng not only didn't dodge this time, but he reached out and grabbed the ax blade of the Demon Warrior with his bare hands! Ten fingers of Rosen's hands, deeply embedded on the surface of the blood axe, this piece from a magnificent artifact, was directly dug out by his fingers ten deep grooves.

On this side of the Castle, suddenly quiet down.

The natural violence of these demonic martial artists, and because of their huge size, the demonic martial artists' colonies are very noisy places. With a slight opening, the sound is shocking. There are not many things that can make them so quiet!

There was an anomaly in front of me.

This ethnic martial artist actually grabbed Lord Hao's double axe with his bare hands!

The ethnic focus in the atlas varies, and it can be said that each race maximizes its own strengths.

People are good for cultivation, Demons are good for body refining, and Demons and Nights are naturally strong, choosing which one is good...

The Demon Warrior will choose to refine the body in 90% of the time, and this young master is the leader of the Demon Refiner, but the Son of the Nation looks like a warrior who practises the true power.

In the absence of any real fluctuations from him, I can't believe I grabbed Major Hao's two blood axes with my bare hands!

In the eyes of these demons, it's a ghost!

It is quite painful and devastating to be easily thwarted in areas of your expertise.

More importantly, Rosenfeld's ten fingers actually grabbed this piece directly from a pint of artifact into a groove!

This is from a grade artifact... And this blood axe is huge, thick, far more powerful than swords, guns, knives and other weapons, below the same grade axe, hammer weapons consume several times more materials, and it is also quite sturdy.

Facts are in front of us. Many demonic warriors shake their heads subconsciously. They seem to want not to believe it, but their eyes do not deceive themselves.

“How did he do it...”

“There are no real yuan fluctuations, and this ethnic kid doesn't seem to be practicing the real yuan system! ”

“No, he's not a refiner either, I didn't feel the yuan erupt! ”

Many demonic warriors stared at Luo Zheng, and after a while of silence began to argue, the voice was particularly loud...

It was also in this discourse that they came to a more frightening conclusion.

Luo Xuanfang did not rely on the Truth or the Yuan. He used his own flesh, his own strength, to block these two blood axes!

“Where the hell did you get that freak...” A demonic warrior suddenly said.

Compared to outsiders, Major Hao fears countless times as much horror as they do...

He hides the blood of bronze and is an orthodox heir of the Demonic Golden Family. Although he is no better than those of the realm owners, the Heavenly Herald, he is enough to become the core disciple of the Ten Pint Holy Places! Whether it's a gift or a blood vein, it's superior to merit.

After the outbreak of this bronze blood, it was able to increase his strength more than triple, and even the powerful in the extreme realm of God could not hold his axe!

But in front of you, this doesn't look like a big, big guy, so he pinched his ax with his bare hands?

He looked at the faint smile on Rosenfeld's face, a deep humiliation rising from the bottom of his heart, and fatally, he seemed unable to pull out this pair of blood axes!