clang!

The sword of Zhan Jie suddenly unsheathed and turned into a red horse, accurately slashing at the tip of the steel spear. Fire sparks scattered everywhere, and a huge buzzing sound came from his ears.

"What a lot of strength!"

Feeling the terrifying power transmitted from the blade, Han Zhao's wrist shook slightly.

In fact, in terms of power alone, he is no less than a martial artist in the martial arts, but Meng Jue's powerful force also contains domineering power.

Just talking about the strength of a single strand, Han Zhao is not as good as him.

However, his reliance has never been just about strength. This domineering force was transmitted into his body and was offset by the powerful qi and blood and true qi in his body.

"Hmm?!" Meng Jue's eyes changed, and a 70% powerful blow did not defeat Song Que.

He even used his strength. The other party took a shot from the front, and did not even move back, so he removed his strength.

"Hiss~!"

Meng Jue held the steel spear tightly in his hands, and his whole body was filled with blood and his muscles quickly became congested and strengthened, making his already strong muscles instantly bulge like rock carvings, and his body expanded a circle. The black short-striking suit on his upper body was stretched out, revealing his exaggerated muscles like a knife and axe, full of explosive terrifying power.

Chasing the soul!

The gun was like a dragon, and the terrifying power and strength were concentrated at the tip of the gun. The sharp and sharp sound of breaking through the air seemed to be able to cut through the eardrum.

Dangdangdangdangdangdangdang!!

Han Zhao saw Meng Jue's exaggerated momentum and wanted to avoid his sharp edge, but found that the opponent's body had greatly increased after it expanded, and his speed had not been affected at all, but was faster.

For a time, he was suppressed by Meng Jue's series of high-frequency guns. Even if he used the wind-riding legs, he could not keep the distance.

Slay the soul!

clang!

Meng Jue turned his gun and swept across. Han Zhao couldn't dodge. He held a knife in his hands and was knocked away ten meters away by this huge force.

Buzzing!

As soon as Han Zhao stabilized her body, the knife in her hand made a buzzing sound, and an excitement continued to spread.

"Are you excited too? Don't worry."

Han Zhao whispered in a low voice, feeling his whole body surging blood and his heart pounding. The health-preserving true energy in the dantian was like a living thing, thrusting like a heartbeat. There seemed to be a blazing flame burning in his body, and I really wanted to vent it.

Seeing that Song Que was being shaken away, Meng Jue stood still with a knife, feeling that he had reached his limit, so he spoke:

"You can also be one of the best shots in the blood training realm to be able to receive two shots from me with all my strength. It's still time to surrender!"

Hearing Meng Jue's voice, Han Zhao was suddenly stunned, raised her head, with a little confused look on her eyes:

"What? You've put in all your strength?"

"Looking for death!" Looking at Song Que's "surprise" and "contempt" expressions, Meng Jue felt that the three corpse gods were furious.

He was a martial artist who practiced martial arts in the area of ​​Black Stone City for decades. He was underestimated by a martial artist in the blood level for the first time.

"This kid is not an ordinary blood-training warrior. He has already developed strength!" Meng Jue quickly calmed down. His two shots just now did use all his strength under normal conditions.

The biggest advantage of a martial artist in the blood training realm is its huge strength. As long as there is physical contact, the martial artist's strength can enter the enemy's body.

Unless you use the same force to fight, it is difficult to resist.

Even if your body is strong and can be hard-pressed, and your strength penetrates the body and hurts your internal organs, no matter how powerful you are, you will never escape death.

"Let you see my full strength!" The true energy in Han Zhao's dantian had long been unable to contain it. Under his guidance, it was like a river rushing into a tributary, connecting the meridians throughout the body, and the sound of a rushing waves came from his body.

Under the infusion of true energy, the sword of the sword was originally scarlet and red, making it look even more and more weird.

The God-Safeguarding Style!

Meng Jue used the strongest move that he had not used for many years. This was the ultimate move he used only when he fought with the martial artist in his early years.

The surface of the black spear was shrouded in a faint layer of blood.

Meng Jue's muscled arms expanded again, three times as thick as a normal adult.

This move is about to shoot this kid to death!

With a loud "clang" sound, the blood-red sword and the black spear collided head-on, making a huge sound. The majestic huge force made both of them shake their bodies and immediately parted with one touch.

"It's so dangerous!" Han Zhao looked down at the position of his chest.

A huge crack appeared in the white clothes, almost spreading across the chest, revealing the dark leather armor inside.

As long as Meng Jue's strength is a little more powerful, the spear can pierce the leather armor covered with iron pieces and then poke the steel plate on his chest.

Tick ​​to...

Tick ​​to...

Blood kept dripping from Meng Jue's left arm.

"This is...Ban Yue's Sword Technique?! Who is Lu Yi?" Meng Jue's left arm was rolled up with flesh and blood, and the wound was about half a foot long, showing an incredible look. He actually did not have the advantage in the head-on battle and suffered a small loss.

"It seems that your strength is not as strong as mine." Han Zhao chuckled. Although he was relaxed on the surface, he was very careful inside. Except for not using the sword of rebirth, he almost used all his strength.

There is indeed no weak person who can enter the power.

Buzzing!

The sword of Killing trembled again, and a bloodthirsty feeling emerged.

"You..." Meng Jue's face turned angry and controlled the muscles of his arm to contract and stop bleeding.

"No! Is your knife strange?!" Meng Jue noticed that something was wrong. The muscles in his arm had squeezed the wound into a bloodline, but it still could not stop the bleeding and the blood flowed continuously.

He panicked.

Although the wound on the left arm looks terrifying, more than half a foot long, as long as it is not a vital injury, it is just a skin injury for the martial artist and has little impact on the battle.

However, once the bleeding cannot be stopped, the injury will soon kill him.

"Is this bloodthirsty?" Han Zhao put the sword in front of him. When he scratched Meng Jue's arm just now, the blade seemed to absorb Meng Jue's blood, and now it seemed to be red and bleeding.

At this time, a faint qi and blood power feeds back from the blade to Han Zhao's body, replenishing some of the qi and blood and physical strength he consumes.

"Hmm?!" Han Zhao's eyes changed and her pupils suddenly contracted.

It seemed that he felt Han Zhao's surprise, and Zhan Yedao also felt joyful, just like a child who was praised by adults, and couldn't help but cheer.

"Good example, I'll let you drink the blood of the martial artist right away."

Han Zhao held the sword tightly and laughed in a low voice.

Buzzing!

It seemed that he was dissatisfied with Han Zhao's favor, and the rebirth sword that had not yet been unsheathed made a tremor like a sword sound.

It was not until Han Zhao stretched out his left hand to hold the hilt of the sword that the rebirth sword stopped trembling.

"Sword Intention?!" Seeing Song Que standing with a knife as if he was integrated with the sword, Meng Jue looked horrified.

A martial artist in the blood training realm can actually comprehend the intention of the sword and reach a state of almost unity of human and sword.

And his weapons were very wrong.

Meng Jue was timid when facing a warrior who was lower than his level for the first time.

"I said, it's hard to say whoever forgives anyone." Han Zhao held the sword of rebirth tightly in his left hand, and his true energy began to accumulate momentum.

Although Meng Jue should be able to die by relying on the sword of the slaying sword, it is not far from Jiulian Town after all. If it takes too long and there is another martial artist to practice, he will be the one in trouble.

Feeling Han Zhaosen's cold murderous intent, Meng Jue's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

With the advantage of realm, the advantage of qi and blood, and the advantage of strength, he may not lose. He must not be timid and fight quickly!

Soul-chasing gun and god-guarding three styles!

Meng Jue gathered all the qi and blood in his body into his arms, chasing the soul! Snatching the soul! Guarding the gods! Three styles are all used!

When he was young, he used this move to kill martial artists of his same level, and now he can do the same.

At this moment, when Meng Jue's aura was about to accumulate to the extreme, he suddenly found that Han Zhao was moving.

"Shoud~!"

The sound of drawing the sword sounded, and Meng Jue felt a sword light that was like white frost roaring. The next second, his vision was covered with blood.

thump!

"Sword Intention? Sword Intention? I am dead?" Meng Jue looked at the headless body that was falling to the ground, and a scarlet long sword was inserted into his heart, and blood kept pouring into the blade.

The martial artist has a strong vitality, and even if he is beheaded, he will not die immediately.

Meng Jue's face was filled with fear, confusion, doubt and unwillingness.

Why can a martial artist in the Blood Practice Realm be so strong?

Even a warrior in the Grandmaster realm dares not say that he can definitely enter the realm of "intellect". A warrior in the Blood Practice Realm also comprehended the sword intent and sword intent, and he happened to meet him. Why?

With unwillingness, Meng Jue closed his eyes forever.

"Huhuhu~" Han Zhao gasped slightly, and most of the true energy in his body suddenly disappeared, and a feeling of emptiness appeared, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Looking at the sword sword that was drinking blood wildly, he hurriedly squatted down and touched the corpse.

As a result, only one thousand taels were found.

【The martial artist is indeed rich, killing more, actually...】

【...】

"Oh shit!"
Chapter completed!