Vol 3 Chapter 138: But you don't deserve to know my name

　　 First take away the sealed Sal Apollo. At this moment, there is no need to head-on with Balegang even though he has been subject to many restrictions. This is completely unnecessary.
　　 Hongjiang silently made plans in his heart. He also had the idea of ​​putting Balegang and Sal Apollo together. But after cooperating with Lorca's experiment, his right hand was destroyed by Sal Apollo's unknown ability, and he had to be distracted to use the imitation puppet, his mental state was not good enough to be gradually reaching its limit.
　　 As the saying goes, leaving the green hills without worrying about no firewood, taking a step back and taking a step back is not the best choice, but it is definitely the safest way to do it.
　　 It’s just that, the ‘famous’ emperor of the virtual circle in front of him, would he easily let him go?
　　 "It's a bit interesting to be able to block my axe! Your bones should have a little effort when you step on it, that's just right."
　　Sure enough, how could Balkan, who came specifically for himself, let him go? Hongjiang sighed secretly in his heart, it would be great if a word of "I'm sorry" could be exchanged for "It's okay", but this is obviously impossible.
　　 "My name is Balegang Ruisenbang!" Balegang raised the giant axe in his hand and pointed at Hongjiang far away, his old voice was full of commands, "You deserve to let me know your name, death!"
　　 "But you don't deserve to know the old man's name~" Hong Jiang said faintly, as if it seemed to him to be something unusual.
　　 As soon as the voice fell, without waiting for any response from Balegang, Hong Jiang walked behind the opponent in a flash, clenched his left hand into a fist and blasted directly at the boneless head.
　　 "One bone!"
　　 The fist wind approached, and Bairegang did not dodge. As soon as he raised his arm, he carried the double-edged giant axe on his shoulder, and the axe blade instantly slashed towards Hongjiang behind him.
　　 At the same time, his free left hand opened, and five white fingers were hooked and swept away behind him.
　　 The moment the axe blade touched the skin, Hong Jiang turned his upper body backwards on his waist, and at the same time, the right sleeve was rolled into a spiral dagger and moved towards the hand grabbed by Balegang.
Balegang’s seemingly inattentive axe didn’t mean to release water at all. It was just pasted, and Hongjiang left a deep bone wound on his left arm. If it hadn’t been withdrawn in time, his left arm must have been Gone.
　　 But after he stood firm, the wound on his left arm had disappeared. It seems that the static recording of the body can still avoid the effects of aging. This is good news.
　　 "Dare to say the word'unworthy' to me, it's really blatant!" Bailergang's voice suddenly appeared behind him, and Hongjiang's perception could not even find his moving route.
　　 Senbai’s big hands covered the sky and covered the sun on Hongjiang’s head, and Bairegang looked down on Hongjiang, like a overlooking all things, life or death lies in his palm!
　　 "Then those without names will be turned into ashes!"
　　 At the very moment of his death, Hong Jiang will turn his right heel as the axis, and will avoid this claw that fell from the sky. The footsteps move together, and while pulling the distance from Balegang farther, he sings loudly: "Starry bones of beasts, spires, red crystals, steel wheels. On the sky above the blue dragon flapping its wings, the roar of the giant beast smashes the world three thousand!"
　　 "Broken road eighty-eight! Flying dragon strikes thieves and shakes the sky!"
　　 The light blue electric lights converged in Hongjiang's palm, cutting through the darkness with a roar like a dragon, and flew to Bairegang not far away.
　　 Boom boom boom boom boom!
　　 The huge blue light ball exploded, and suddenly the music score before the summer thunderstorm walked up from the bottom of the virtual circle that could not even be seen in the sky. The secret, hemp, small electric current shuttled in the air, causing the surrounding temperature to rise a little.
　　 "Tie Dao fifty-eight, slap toes and chase tits!"
　　 "Tie Dao 77, the sky is quite empty!"
　　 It was another two Bound Dao shots. After the thunder light dissipated, Balegang had not been injured by the flying dragon smashing the thieves and thunder cannon, but he had the illusion that an invisible eye was staring at him in the sky.
　　 "I didn't take the opportunity to escape, it seems you finally understand that death is your destiny that you can't escape~"
　　 The old voice sounded from behind again, but this time Hong Jiang turned around and kicked it as if he had guessed it, just in time with the axe blade that had come across.
　　 "The king is here, the mask of flesh and blood..."
　　 Before Hongjiang finished singing, he saw Balegang's jaw opened, and the gray-black mist gushed out of his mouth, rushing towards him.
　　 Without even thinking about it, his toes collapsed and slammed straight down, Hong Jiang stepped on the double-edged giant axe under his feet and flew straight towards the sky, the weird gray-black mist did not even touch the soles of his shoes.
　　 Looking down, Bailergang on the ground is also looking up at him, while the ground around the opponent has turned into gray powder, drifting in all directions.
　　 The breath of death is one of the manifestations of Bairegang’s ability to age, which can quickly age things in contact. Although he was not as strong as he had been when he broke his face in his previous life, if he had just taken this trick firmly, Hong Jiang believed that at least his own solution would no longer exist.
　　 "The sky is not a place where ants like you can go!"
　　 With a big wave of his hand, the gray-black mist just gushed out of his mouth, eyes, feet, and various parts of Bailergang's body, like a giant fountain rushing towards the Hongjiang in the air.
The flesh is rotten, the vegetation is rotten, and the air is full of inexplicable decay. It is inevitable that you can't resist getting old. The only thing you can do is to sigh and accept the fact that you are getting old. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Perhaps it is also a fixed number.
Hongjiang seems to be able to hear the sighs of the land, trees, and the air. This angry blow at Balegang truly has the appearance of a king. All beings cannot resist the aging and death caused by the passage of time. The Balekan who went up is the master of death who represents all of this!
　　 "The pride of heaven, the iron wall, the dragon walk, the lion roar, the tiger roar, the wolf rush, cut off the world before it collapses. Tie the way to eighty-one, cut the air!"
　　 A series of fast chants, Hong Jiang lifted his right hand, and the gushing gray-black mist suddenly stopped and hit an invisible wall.
　　 It didn't last long, and in the blink of an eye, the wall really turned into nothingness, and it could no longer resist the backflowing waterfall.
But this time is enough for Hong Jiang, "Thirty-seven Bindao, Diaoxing!" A white spiritual hammock appeared under his feet. With this temporary foothold, Hongjiang leapt towards the other. Flee in the direction, avoiding the gray-black fog.
　　 Byelegang looked away from the direction where Hongjiang had disappeared, and exhaled heavily. The thick mist overflowed and completely enveloped his figure and disappeared.
　　 "I want to escape now, the ant who calls himself the of death, in front of the true god, everything about you is in vain!" The melodious voice echoed here, "Death is your destiny, and it is also the rest symbol I drew for you~"
　　 The grayish-white stones were turned into dust in mid-air, and the vast imaginary circle underneath, an unknown and small land was covered with unusual snow.
　　 This beauty is not appreciated by creatures, they have already bought this sad and desolate snow called Lao Ji.