Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

The fat man's hand continually swayed in a long stick. Soon after, the top of his long stick began to flash an ice blue light, and there was a cold frost mark on it, and the mark on the back of Luo Zheng. The same.

"I have to come again, are you ready?" The fat man smiled and the fat on his face shook.

Although Luo Zheng’s ranking in the Hall of the Gods has increased rapidly, according to Luo Zheng’s estimation, he should not encounter too much difficulty at this stage. After encountering this fat man, Luo Zheng also collected the hearts of the enemy.

This fat voice fell, like a wild cow trail from the Chao Luo Zheng, and the long stick in his hand is waving wildly...

However, when he rushed to Luo Zheng’s footstep, he stopped strangely and immediately turned into a group of snowflakes, which were constantly broken.

"Are you still behind?"

Luo Zheng almost did not hesitate, turning back is a punch!

What Luo Zheng did not think was that he still guessed wrong. The original piece of snow that had been broken suddenly turned into the fat man again. The fat man once again put the long stick in his hand on the back of Luo Zheng!

"Boom!"

On the back of Luo Zheng, two cold frost marks were left. This cold frost mark overlaps behind the tattoo like a tattoo. Luo Zheng has no way to eliminate it.

The two frost marks are superimposed and the color is deeper.

"I heard that you are thick and thick, and there is a very special magic weapon for your body. I am afraid that it is difficult to kill you with my strength..." After leaving the second frost mark, the fat man was once again turned into a The snow accumulated in the beach, and then a little snow drifted out of the Luozhang ten feet. The fat man once again showed up, and continued to say: "However there are many ways to kill, it may not need a knife to see blood, I don't like blood at all. Up..."

After that, he waved his long stick in his hand and slammed it over the ice.

"Oh..."

At the same time, there were six accumulated snows in the vicinity of Luo Zheng.

"All give me broken!"

Six piles of snow have just appeared, Luo Zheng hands like a roulette generally waving in all directions, an invisible force spread out along his body!

These snows were suddenly blown away by Luo Zheng!

However, all the snow drifted in the air, and once again gathered together, turned into a fat man toward Luo Zheng.

When I saw this scene, I felt a headache.

This fat man's body is too strange.

The lower **** can't move in the blink of an eye, but the Luo Zheng can't tell the other person's real body from the beginning to the end. What's more, the fat body is made up of real snow, not a ghost and an illusion.

Seeing that the six fat guys rushed toward themselves, Luo Zheng suddenly shot six punches in an instant!

"Hey!"

Six punches all...

But he just ruined the six "snowmen", and Luo Zheng felt a weak force coming from the back.

"Boom!"

The long stick once again fell on the back of Luo Zheng, leaving a cold mark.

"Three cold frost marks, it should not be enough. Although you are only a witness to the martial arts, but the comprehensive ability is much stronger than the ordinary lower god," said the fat man with a sly expression. "Beat you, you need four frosts." Imprint..."

Luo Zheng’s sense of crisis is even worse. He does not want to end his ten-game winning streak.

When the cold frost mark accumulates, Luo Zheng does not know whether he can resist. He certainly does not want to take such a risk. He has already rushed to the silence when he talks.

In the face of the sprinting Luo Zheng, the fat man did not make any dodge action, but opened his arms and wanted to hug Luo Zheng.

When Luo Zheng hit a fist to the fat man, Luo Zheng suddenly showed a strange smile on his face. "Not you, this is!" Luo Zheng has already guessed that the fat man in front of him is fake but just a pile of snow. Under his tumbling, he went to the other side, and there was a void, there was no piece.

"puff!"

After Luo Zheng’s punch in the void, a burst of snow flakes again, and the fat voice appeared again. “It’s a good eye, but unfortunately, it’s wrong!”

The fat man below waved his long stick again and gently clicked on the back of Luo Zheng...

The fourth frost mark was left on the back of Luo Zheng!

Whistling...

Snowflakes are still falling.

The voice of the fat man appeared again in the distance, and stared at Luo Zheng with ridiculous eyes. "It really is not as famous as meeting. It is crazy how anonymous people are strong during this time. Some people even predict that you have to win twenty consecutive victories. I thought it was so vulnerable! This fight... I won!"

After he finished his chubby hand, Luo Zheng was framed in it, and there was a hint of excitement in his eyes. "In fact, I have not seen the four-layer snow-printed ice gun for a long time, because it is generally not needed, and the opponent has already lost. !"

At the same time, Luo Zheng's back frost marks a faint glow.

A huge snow-patterned road emerges not far from Luo Zheng’s body, and there seems to be a strong attack from the line...

"call out!"

A light blue ice gun spurt from it and hit Luo Zheng at a very fast speed.

The speed is fast, Luo Zheng has no way to dodge!

"boom!"

However, the power of this snow-printed ice gun is not particularly terrifying. Even if Luo Zheng can't dodge, he can rely on the tyrannical body!

"The rumor is true. Your body is much stronger than those of the fierce things. The ordinary lower **** will also be injured when facing the first layer of snow-printed ice guns." The fat man spit out his tongue and saw that Luo Zheng’s understatement really made him swear. "The second ice gun..."

"call out!"

From the huge snow-patterned road, a second ice gun was fired again.

The ice gun looks more pure, and the body of the ice gun is also blue from the whole body to a blue color, just like the color of the sky is beautiful, but there is a strong murder.

At this time, Luo Zheng has understood that this snow-printed ice gun should be stronger than a hand!

Realizing this, Luo Zheng instantly condensed an invisible sword, and also shot toward the second ice gun.

The strange thing is that this snow-printed ice gun seems to be inconsistent with the invisible sword of Luo Zheng. Luo Zheng can't intercept it...

"boom!"

The second ice gun was also hit on Luo Zheng's body accurately.

Although he had a concentric clothing body, the impact of the second ice gun spread on his body, still let his blood roll, but still resisted!

"It's so strong, I don't know how much your clothes are, you should resist most of the power?" The fat man smiled.

"call out……"

Just when the fat man spoke, the third snow-printed ice gun was once again spurred out of the snow-patterned road. The snow-printed ice gun was blue-black, and the ice gun's gun tip was constantly circling!

"Boom..."

Although Luo Zheng has tried his best to avoid it, these ice guns seem to have no possibility of escaping at all. The third ice gun still has no suspense in the body.

The blue ice **** is scattered. Under the huge force bombardment, Luo Zheng slid continuously on the ice, and spit out a series of blood. The huge power spread in Luo Zheng, and his internal organs were hurt!

"It’s a tenacious life," the fat man snorted and couldn’t help but shook his head. "The fourth shot is enough to kill you..."

In fact, the fat man practiced the snow-printed Shinto shrine in the magical way of the "snow-printing gun", and only cultivated to the fourth floor.

After he defended the enemy, he only needed to leave three frost marks on his opponent with the "magic snow step". This battle is almost over. Every shot of this snow-printed shotgun is doubled than the previous shot. Power, usually three shots down, few opponents can resist.

However, there are always some enchanting people in this world. The fat man once had a hand with the smoke, and the smoke was also the first two shots, but he avoided the third shot at an incredible speed. It was also the most deadly shot. So he was quite miserable with the battle with the smoke!

This time, the fat man prepared a "four guns" for Luo Zheng, which is indeed a very important concern for Luo Zheng!

"Calling..."

A snow-printed long gun was found in the snow-patterned road. Although the snow-printed long gun was also condensed by ice and snow, it could be turned into pure black.

Any opponent who made the fat man successfully sacrificed the fourth snow-printed rifle was completely defeated!

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