"Woo!"

With the sound of breaking the air, the grass pheasant sword swept towards Zhao Hong's sleeve.

Matsuo Blue Bird is a martial arts master, and the Grass Pheasant Sword is a legendary weapon in Dongying, even if the weapon in Matsuo Blue Bird's hand is only a touch of sword energy in the Grass Pheasant Sword, but its fierceness is not easy to be blocked.

At this moment, Zhao Hongsleeve used his palm to pick up, which was like a big joke.

"Boom!"

At the moment when the Grass Pheasant Sword was about to touch Zhao Hongsleeve's palm, a cyan supreme breath burst out in Zhao Hongsleeve's palm, actually blocking the Grass Pheasant Sword for a moment.

"Whew!"

Two powerful internal breaths collided with each other, bringing with them the sound of hunting.

Under the gaze of countless eyes in the audience, the blue light was flourishing, and a huge vortex was gradually formed, resisting the power of the grass pheasant sword, and the gray-blue aura emanating from the grass pheasant sword was also suddenly pressed forward.

"Bang bang!"

With the strength of Matsuo Bluebird's hand, the aura emitted from Zhao Hong's palm continued to explode, as if it was difficult to resist this mighty force.

Soon, the two fell into an anxiety.

The cyan light in Zhao Hong's palm was constantly swallowed by the gray aura of the grass pheasant sword, and the evaporated inner breath rose up, causing the air to form a dense ripple.

Ji Haotian looked at this scene with an expressionless face.

If this stalemate continues, Zhao Hongsleeve will no longer be able to escape the fate of being killed.

Matsuo Bluebird looked at Zhao Hongsleeve's eyes, it was already like looking at a dead man, and the confidence of an overcomer had appeared.

Then, the grass pheasant sword in Matsuo Bluebird's hand pressed forward violently, and as the gray aura soared, on the eerie and terrifying sword body, a viscous object like blood stains actually stretched out, which could actually attach to the breath in mid-air, flowing towards Zhao Hong's sleeves, which looked extremely weird.

Under this powerful consumption, a layer of sweat oozed from Zhao Hong's forehead, as if he was in great pain.

"Shhhh

As Matsuo Bluebird spat out a long snake letter, the liquid attached to the breath suddenly surged into Zhao Hongsleeve's skin.

These liquids are all essence snake venom, once they are contaminated with the human body, they can take the other party's life in an instant.

"Ah!!h

In the midst of many eyes, Zhao Hongsleeve shouted violently, and his arm faced the attacking snake venom and pushed forward violently.

"Buzz!"

Qingguang Dasheng, with a roaring sound, spread again, and unlike before, Zhao Hong's supreme inner breath was actually mixed with countless black markings.

Seeing this scene, Ji Haotian's expression was grim and he cast a look.

This dark spot......

The feeling of being extremely familiar, feeling the breath bursting out of the field, Ji Haotian actually rushed to a trace of cordiality.

Contrarily.

At this moment, everyone in the entire arena, including masters such as Kobayashi Kazuhashi and Junichiro Hyakuchi, was on the ground, and at the same time that Zhao Hong's sleeves were exuding this black spot, they all felt a trembling feeling from the soul, and they felt a strong terror for no reason.

Not only outsiders, but even Zhao Hongsleeve was caused by this breath to churn and suffer.

The snake venom that was about to touch Zhao Hongsleeve's arm evaporated and disappeared without a trace at the same time as the black spots appeared.

Zhao Hongsleeve's power had fallen into decline, as if he had gained endless power at this moment, and he pushed forward violently, enveloping all the gray aura emitted by the Grass Pheasant Sword, and devouring it in an instant.

Then, the power of the Grass Pheasant Sword dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and gradually degenerated from a steel sword body into a bone sword.

Matsuo Bluebird, who was close to Zhao Hongsleeve, saw this scene happening, his eyes widened suddenly, and his eyes were full of incredible looks, although he wanted to sweep away the decline, but he suddenly found that not only could he not exude internal breath at the moment, but the cyan light with black spots was actually grabbing his own strength.

"Click!"

Under the strong force, the grass pheasant sword made a crisp sound, and from the tip of the sword to the hilt, a crack actually appeared.

The audience was in an uproar.

You must know that the Grass Pheasant Sword is known as the ancient divine weapon of Dongying, and it can already be called an artifact, although the Matsutail Blue Bird only holds a touch of sword qi in his hand, but it is still useful for infinite heavenly might.

"Whoa!"

Before everyone could wake up from their shock, a grass pheasant sword had turned into countless broken bones and fell apart from the hands of the Matsutail Blue Bird.

"Whew-"

When Matsuo Bluebird saw this abnormal scene, he immediately retracted his strength and wanted to escape, but the aura with black spots around him was too strong, making it difficult for him to move at all.

"Buzz!"

Zhao Hongsleeve waved his arm, and the Qingshuang sword stabbed on Matsuo Bluebird's body hummed back into his hand.

In the face of absolute power, Matsuo Blue Bird has been imprisoned in the void, and it is difficult to move at all.

It's just that Zhao Hongsleeve's aura is getting weaker and weaker.

After she released this internal breath, it only took less than five seconds for her body to bear the load, the green tendons on her neck burst out, and her face was crimson.

For her, being able to hold on for two more seconds is already the limit.

Fortunately, for a kendo master, it only takes a split second to stab a sword.

The Qingshuang Sword shone brightly, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the heart of the Matsuo Blue Bird.

At the edge of the stands, Ji Haotian saw the trajectory of Zhao Hong's sleeve sword, and he didn't want to participate in this confrontation.

However, after seeing that Zhao Hongsleeve could actually release that kind of black aura, Ji Haotian immediately changed his mind.

A few days ago, when Ji Haotian was fighting against another unavoidable evil cultivator, the Zhuge brothers, it was because of this black spot in his breath that he escaped from the tiger's mouth.

I thought that I would not have the opportunity to explore this secret, but I never thought that Zhao Hongsleeve would be able to use this move.

If Zhao Hongsleeve died, Ji Haotian really didn't know if he would have a chance to touch this answer.

So after thinking for a short moment, he got up and looked at the two who were fighting on the field.

Shaking his head slightly, he said lightly: "This Dongying's Yaqi Snake is nothing more than that." ”

A few numbers, under the urging of internal breath, formed a sound wave, rolling towards Zhao Hong's sleeves.

In mid-air, Zhao Hongsleeve, who had already stabbed out a sword, heard Ji Haotian's voice.

The spirit shook suddenly, as if he had been enlightened, and he flipped his wrist to adjust the direction of the sword.

That's right!

Originally, according to Zhao Hongsleeve's way of thinking, he thought that since Matsuo Bluebird had incarnated as a snake spirit, the key was naturally in Seven Inches, but after he was injured in Seven Inches, there was no hindrance.

Knowing Ji Haotian's words, she woke up like a dream.

At this moment, the Matsuo Blue Bird is the incarnation of the Yaqi Snake, and the Yaqi Snake has a total of eight bodies, so the seven inches of this medicine are not under the neck, but should be at the intersection of the eight snake bodies.

The Qingshuang Sword sank and stabbed straight at the lower abdomen and lumbar vertebrae of Matsuo Blue Bird.

"Brush!"

The Matsuo Blue Bird, who was engulfed by the strong aura, saw the direction of Zhao Hong's sword, his eyes kept flashing, and the breath of despair was about to come out.