Number One looked at the young man who was stepping forward, and his eyes were full of fear.

Although the boy is young, the piercing gaze in his eyes is by no means possessed by a fledgling chick. It is only tempered in blood and fire, sharpened between injuries and pain, that a sharp will can be forged.

In other words, the boy in front of him is a real refined steel!

Number One picked up his knife and did not attempt to negotiate. In the world of the transcendental, if you can't show equal status, then everything will be eaten by the other party. It is undoubtedly a foolish thing to pin one's own safety on the conscience of the other party.

It's ridiculous to say that the transcendent claim to be higher than the average person. But in the end, it is more like a blood-drinking beast than ordinary people, and no amount of whitewashing can change its bloody nature.

"That's why I'm going to quit this cruel world. Number One muttered, and the scimitar in his hand slashed down.

No. 1's body was pressed very low, but when he approached Qianzhou, he suddenly bounced up with the strength of his waist, like a lion that suddenly pounced on its prey.

Inst's Scimitar Lion

One of the oldest nomadic peoples in the steppe, the Inst invented the unique Incher scimitar to facilitate gathering and hunting. Then, from the hunting that imitated the beast, the Inst scimitar technique with national characteristics was born, and the transcendent ladder was derived from it.

Faced with an exaggerated scimitar with a large arc that he had never seen before, Qianzhou did not panic - he had not encountered a normal weapon a few times anyway.

The so-called "martial arts in the world, only fast is not broken", so as long as it is faster than the other side.

Qianzhou thought in his heart, and at the same time raised the fragment and took a step to hold the scimitar.

"Bell. There was a piercing clash between the scimitar and the sword, and sparks were faintly scattered.

"What?" No. 1 was taken aback, not only did Qianzhou's sword strike first, but the force that came from the two when they collided was even a few points greater than his own.

"However, who is it that slashes with such a straight sword?" No. 1 sneered in his heart, and slashed down the blade of the stump with the arc of the scimitar!

The inexperienced Qianzhou didn't expect No. 1's change of move at all, and was slashed in the arm.

But instead of the touch of the scimitar slashing into flesh as the One expected, it made a muffled sound as if it was slashing on a solid rock.

When the blow missed, No. 1 immediately retracted the knife and re-positioned it. After pulling away, I noticed that a silver scaly pattern appeared on Qianzhou's black coat.

[Dragon Scale Clothing] - a technique researched by Qianzhou based on the scales that were conjured when the clouds were blessed by the dragon veins.

The essence is the weaving and imitation of essentia, compared to the real jade dragon dragon scales, it can only be said to be a copycat version of the copycat version. But it was enough for Qianzhou at this time. At the same time, Qianzhou ingeniously made essentia attach to clothes or skin, which was more concealed, and secondly, it could also avoid the dilemma of 404 caused by the fierce battle.

Qianzhou grinned, although his arm was not cut off, the force that came was real, and the pain would not be reduced by a single point.

But Number One took this as a provocation.

"We Instes are not only hunting ordinary beasts, but also extraordinary creatures!"

A cold glint flashed in One's eyes, and he pinned his right hand holding the scimitar behind him and charged forward.

At a position more than two meters away from Qianzhou, No. 1 paused, and his right hand was thrown out violently. Under the influence of essentia, One's right hand was strangely extended, and together with the scimitar in his hand, it turned into a sharp purple scorpion tail and quickly pierced down.

The scorpion's tail breaks through the air and makes a "hiss" screeching sound, like a hidden poisonous scorpion suddenly attacking its prey.

Inst's scimitar, lion, scorpiontail

This is a move that the Inst people have learned in countless battles with the transcendent creature "Manticore".

In the face of this swift and ferocious attack, Qianzhou flicked his wrist and slashed his sword horizontally.

Suddenly, a high mountain rose from the ground, stretching for thousands of miles, covering the sky and the sun.

Hengshan - a sword is like a horizontal mountain, and thousands of troops are not allowed to enter!

Traveling thousands of miles, there are naturally thousands of ravines in my heart.

The next moment, the scimitar was pointed on the sword, and the scorpion tail pierced into the giant mountain!

Two distinct essentia collided together with a thunderous roar. The wind and waves rolled up the sand and gravel and spread it around, and the windows around the ping-pong room were broken.

Even the battle between Jiang Qinghan and No. 5 had to be temporarily suspended because of this.

By the time the scorpion tail came a little slowly, a large circle of cobweb-like cracks had bloomed on the ground under Qianzhou's feet.

"It's my turn. Qianzhou exhaled softly, flipped his wrist again, and flattened the blade of his sword.

So, the mountains fell and the earth moved.

In the eyes of One, the majestic mountain was falling slantingly! A huge shadow fell from the sky, and the earth trembled violently.

In the face of this mountainous situation, No. 1 did not retreat but advanced. The essence continued to pour out, and the already thick muscles swelled even more, and the hair began to grow wildly, like the mane of a lion. The fingers became slender and sharp, like the claws of wild beasts, and the nails glowed with purple poison.

So, in the tooth-aching collision, the scimitar and the longsword collided for the third time.

Regardless of how many people will suffer from temporary tinnitus today, Qianzhou is fully agitating the essentia as deep as the sea for the first time since leaving Yundu.

The silver flames enveloped Qianzhou's whole body, plundering the surrounding Great Source in a vicious manner, even if Qianzhou's huge essentia didn't need to be replenished at all, he refused to let others get a little more.

"What a joke. Even though No. 1 turned into a half-human, half-beast posture, he continued to retreat under the pressure of Qianzhou, and his feet ploughed two deep nicks on the ground, "Accumulate such a terrifying essentia, haven't you thought about what kind of exaggerated ladder you need to support when you reach the third order?"

"Drink. Qianzhou let out a low cry, and the silver flames became more and more intense, almost dripping into liquid.

One was swept away by the sudden force and slammed into the wall behind it, kicking up puffs of smoke and dust.

It's just that the smoke and dust have just risen, and the figure of No. 1 rushes out violently. The facial features were no longer recognizable, with long sharp fangs poking out of the mouth, and a purple scorpion tail rising high behind him.

Qianzhou and No. 1 are once again caught in a fierce hand-to-hand combat.

Not only the scimitar, but also the whole body of the One is used as a weapon - the scimitar is blocked with claws, the teeth are used where it can't be grasped, the joints and elbows can also kill people, and the tail behind it is a sharp weapon to defeat the enemy with one blow!

The snow-white scimitar and the black long sword have staggered countless times, and at the same time, the claws, teeth, and tail are also pulling Qianzhou's attention, and the slightest carelessness is a wandering between life and death.

Even with the protection of the dragon scale cloak, Qianzhou's body also had several scars. In the deepest one, you can already see snow-white bones.

But the flames wrapped around Qianzhou's body not only did not dim, but became more and more dazzling, and the brilliance in his eyes became brighter and brighter. Hot blood rushed through the veins, and the raging essentia let out a deafening roar.

It's not enough, it's not enough! It's nothing compared to the desperate situation of the Forgotten Corridor!

It was like someone whistling, or like an evening bell striking, and four soft moans came from the fragment.

Number One immediately sensed something was wrong, but it was too late.

The flames wrapped around the fragment suddenly breathed, as if a layer of silver paint had been applied to the black sword. Then, as if carrying wind and thunder, the long sword cut off the scimitar and slashed the purple scorpion tail to the ground at an incredible angle!

Twelve Jade Towers Voice!