clang!
The sword suddenly unsheathed, turned into a red bolt, and accurately struck the tip of the stainless steel spear. Sparks flew everywhere, and a huge buzzing sound came from his ears.
"What a strength!"
Feeling the terrifying power transmitted from the blade, Han Zhao's wrist shook slightly.
In fact, in terms of strength alone, he is not inferior to the martial arts master at all, but Meng Jue's strength also contains domineering strength.
As far as the strength of a single force is concerned, Han Zhao is not as good as him.
However, what he relied on was never just strength. When this overbearing strength passed into his body, it was offset by the powerful blood and true energy in his body.
"Huh?!" Meng Jue's eyes changed, and a blow with 70% power failed to kill Song Que.
He came and used all his strength, but the other party took a shot from him head on, and without even a move of retreating, he released his strength.
"Hiss~!"
Meng Jue held the stainless steel spear tightly with both hands. Qi and blood surged throughout his body, and his muscles were rapidly congested and enlarged. His already strong muscles instantly became as high as rock sculptures, and his body swelled even more. The black upper body was The short-beating suit was stretched to the point of bursting, revealing a body of exaggerated muscles that looked like a knife and an axe, full of explosive and terrifying power.
Chasing the soul!
The gun came out like a dragon, with terrifying power and strength concentrated on the tip of the gun. The sharp and sharp sound of breaking through the air seemed to be able to pierce the eardrum.
Dang, Dang, Dang! !
Han Zhao saw Meng Jue's exaggerated voice and wanted to avoid his sharp edge, but found that the opponent's body expanded and his strength increased greatly. His speed was not affected at all, but became even faster.
For a moment, he was suppressed by Meng Jue's series of high-frequency shots. Even if he used the wind-riding legs, he could not distance himself.
Seize the soul!
clang!
Meng Jue's gun turned around and swept across. Han Zhao was unable to dodge and blocked with knives in both hands. He was knocked back ten meters away by the huge force.
Buzz!
As soon as Han Zhao stabilized his body, the industry-destroying knife in his hand buzzed, and a wave of excitement continued to pass over him.
"Are you excited too? Don't worry."
Han Zhao murmured in a low voice, feeling that the energy and blood all over his body were surging, and his heart was pounding. The health-preserving energy in his Dantian was like a living thing, and it was throbbing like a heartbeat. It was like there was a ball of blazing flames in his body. Burning, I really want to vent it out.
Meng Jue saw that Song Que was knocked away and stood still with the knife in his hand. He felt that he had reached his limit, so he said:
"If you can take two shots from me with all my strength, you are one of the best in the blood training realm. It's not too late to surrender now!"
Hearing Meng Jue's voice, Han Zhao was suddenly startled and raised his head with doubts in his eyes:
"What? You've already tried your best?!"
"Seeking death!" Seeing Song Que's expression of surprise and contempt, Meng Jue felt the three corpse gods jump violently.
He has been a powerful martial artist for decades and has been in the Black Rock City area for decades. This is the first time that he has been so underestimated by a Blood Training Realm warrior.
"This kid is not an ordinary blood-training warrior. He has already developed his strength!" Meng Jue calmed down quickly. The two shots he just made did use his full strength under normal conditions.
The biggest advantage a martial artist has against those in the Blood Training Realm is their huge strength. As long as there is physical contact, the martial artist's strength can enter the enemy's body.
Unless you also use force to fight, it will be difficult to resist.
Even if your body is strong enough to withstand it, if the force penetrates your body and injures your internal organs, no matter how strong a warrior you are, you will not be able to escape death.
"Let me show you my full strength!" The true energy in Han Zhao's Dantian could no longer be suppressed. Under his guidance, it was like a river pouring into its tributaries, connecting all the meridians in the body, and there was an outburst of energy in the body. Like the sound of rushing waves.
Under the infusion of true energy, the sword's original scarlet blade glowed with red light, making it look even more monstrous.
Guardian style!
Meng Jue used the strongest move that he had not used for many years. This was a unique move that he only used in his early fights with martial arts masters.
The surface of the jet-black spear was covered with a faint layer of blood.
Meng Jue's muscular arms swelled once again, becoming three times as thick as a normal adult.
This move is bound to kill this kid with one shot!
With a loud "clang" sound, the blood-red sword and the jet-black spear collided head-on, making a huge sound. The majestic force made both of them shake their bodies, and they were immediately separated at the touch.
"What a risk!" Han Zhao lowered his head and glanced at his chest.
There was a huge tear in the white clothes, almost across the chest, revealing the dark leather armor underneath.
As long as Meng Jue's strength was a little stronger, the spear could pierce the leather armor attached to the iron plate, and then poke the steel plate on the chest.
Tick tock...
Tick tock...
Blood continued to drip from Meng Jue's left arm.
"This is... the Yue-breaking sword technique?! Who are you, Lu Yi?" Meng Jue's left arm was full of blood and flesh, with a wound about half a foot long. He showed an expression of disbelief. He actually didn't have the upper hand in a head-on fight. , and suffered a small loss.
"It seems that your full strength is not as good as mine." Han Zhao chuckled. Although he was relaxed on the surface, he was very careful in his heart. Except for not using the Sword of Death, he almost used all his strength.
As expected, there is no weak person who can enter the spirit.
Buzz!
The sword that killed the industry trembled again, and a sense of bloodlust emerged.
"You..." Meng Jue looked angry and controlled the muscles of his arm to contract to stop the bleeding.
"No! There's something weird about your knife?!" Meng Jue noticed something was wrong. The muscles of his arm had squeezed the wound into a blood line, but the bleeding still couldn't be stopped and the blood flow continued.
He panicked.
Although the wound on the left arm looks horrifying and is more than half a foot long, in fact, as long as it does not hurt any vital parts, it is just a superficial wound to a martial arts practitioner and has little impact on the battle.
However, once the bleeding could not be stopped, the injury would soon kill him.
"Is this bloodthirsty?" Han Zhao brought the industry-killing knife in front of him. When he scratched Meng Jue's arm, the blade seemed to have absorbed Meng Jue's blood, and now it was so red that it seemed to bleed.
At this time, a weak force of energy and blood flowed back from the blade into Han Zhao's body, replenishing part of his consumed energy, blood and physical strength.
"Huh?!" Han Zhao's eyes changed and his pupils shrank suddenly.
As if feeling Han Zhao's surprise, the Zhanye Dao also expressed joy, just like a child who was praised by an adult and couldn't help but cheer.
"Well done, I'll let you drink the blood of a martial artist right away."
Han Zhao tightened his grip on the industry-killing knife and laughed in a low voice.
Buzz!
As if dissatisfied with Han Zhao's favor, the unsheathed Sword of Rebirth made a trembling sound like the sound of a sword.
It wasn't until Han Zhao stretched out his left hand to hold the hilt that the sword of death stopped trembling.
"Sword intention?!" Seeing Song Que standing with the sword as if he had become one with the sword, Meng Jue's face showed a look of horror.
A blood-training warrior can actually understand the meaning of the sword and reach a state where the human and the sword are almost one.
And his weapons are very wrong.
It was the first time that Meng Jue faced a warrior whose level was lower than his own, and he felt timid.
"I said, it's hard to say who will spare whom." Han Zhao clenched the Sword of Rebirth with his left hand, and his energy began to build up.
Although Meng Jue should be killed by the Karma Saber, this place is not far from Jiulian Town after all. If it takes too long and another martial arts master comes along, he will be the one in trouble.
Sensing Han Zhaosen's cold murderous intent, Meng Jue's eyes flashed fiercely.
With advantages in realm, energy and blood, and strength, he may not lose. He must not be timid and fight quickly!
Soul Chasing Gun·Three God-Keeping Styles!
Meng Jue gathered all the energy and blood in his arms and chased the soul! Seize the soul! Keep God! All three moves come out!
When he was young, he used this move to kill martial arts masters of the same level, and he can do the same now.
At this moment, when Meng Jue's momentum was about to reach its peak, he suddenly discovered that Han Zhao had moved.
"噌啷~!"
The sound of drawing a sword sounded, and Meng Jue felt a sword light that was like frost whizzing towards him. The next second, his vision was covered with blood.
thump!
"Sword intent? Sword intent? Am I dead?" Meng Jue looked at the headless body that fell to the ground. There was a scarlet long knife stuck in his heart, and blood continued to pour into the blade.
The vitality of martial arts masters is so strong that even if they are beheaded, they will not die immediately.
Meng Jue's face was full of fear, confusion, doubt and unwillingness.
Why can a blood-training warrior be so strong?
Even a master-level warrior does not dare to say that he will definitely be able to enter the realm of 'intention'. A blood-training level warrior has understood both sword intention and sword intention at the same time, and he happened to meet him. Why?
With unwillingness, Meng Jue closed his eyes forever.
"Huhu~" Han Zhao panted slightly, most of the energy in his body suddenly disappeared, and a feeling of emptiness emerged, making him feel a little uncomfortable.
Looking at the murderous sword that was drinking blood crazily, he hurriedly knelt down and touched the corpse.
In the end, only one thousand taels were found.
[It’s true that practicing martial arts masters is rich, so if you kill a few more, it’s actually...]
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"Oh shit!"
