Wen Yiming had already understood that the other party was trying to deceive his skills in the moment when he was interrupted by the wind, and then he safely teleported away.

Not to mention the other party's uniqueness in the judgment of body martial arts and various time differences, just this strategic scheming made Wen Yiming admire.

It can be seen from this point that Shu Jia is definitely very familiar with Wen Yiming's fighting style, and even the details of the fight, otherwise he would not have stabilized his mind and tried to deceive the other party's martial arts when both sides were tense, this calm and spicy mentality can be called terrifying.

Not only Wen Yiming thought so, but the dragon souls present also understood this truth, and couldn't help but think carefully, in the martial arts cultivation world, where is this Shu Jia sacred?

Let's say that Shu Jia successfully took away the Night Dance Frost in a series of scheming just now, but in fact, he was still extremely nervous in his heart.

He has watched Wen Yiming's battle images countless times, and has studied a lot of coping experiences, and the seemingly simple trick of deceiving skills and then teleporting is actually quite consuming, and it is also a great test of inner concentration.

After all, he was aware of Wen Yiming's terrifying combat power, and Shang Jue's rumors had been exaggerated in the past, but he sensed the flow of breath and true yuan face-to-face, and he instantly understood that although it was not easy for Wen Yiming to kill him, if he didn't escape, he would fall in about five rounds.

At the same time as he teleported out, Zhenyuan frantically divided into several paths, rushing to the ends of his limbs, and his left arm backhand was three rays of resentful energy, so as to delay Wen Yiming's pursuit.

Wen Yiming judged well, although he is a doppelganger, in addition to being loyal to the subject, but also free thinking, his character is extremely confident, if he gives up the night dance frost today and escapes easily, it will make his momentum in the battle in the future deviate, and even reduce his combat power sharply.

Take Night Dance Frost, and despite the difficulty, he still has to give it a try.

He also knew that Wen Yiming was also the same person, maybe the moment he deceived and interrupted the skill and successfully teleported, Wen Yiming was already really angry, not only was he not safe at the moment, but he fell at the critical moment of meeting the fury of rage.

He trusted his own judgment.

Indeed, while Wen Yiming teleported and pursued, he directly erupted into a thunderous roar, which not only increased his strength, speed, and defense, but also prevented the other party from using other unknown means.

Although Shu Jia's true yuan is extremely strong in his perception, there is still a gap compared to him, and in terms of the limit distance of teleportation, he is confident that he can surpass it without breaking out the dragon and tiger forbidden rage.

Therefore, when teleporting, the battle howl is released, and at the same time, the trembling effect inspired by the reaction of the sound shock wave is to fear Shu Jia's heart and delay the opponent's escape.

Shu Jia is confident, he is the same, if the other party is the ultimate god of war, he may not be angry, but he can't tolerate this kind of thing in the same rank.

He had to win this ridiculous battle at the first time, and if it took him a few hours to capture Night Dance Frost in the same rank, then he would be no different from defeat.

In the midst of this electric thought, in the sound of the fierce wind, Shu Jia's figure holding a little trembling night dance frost in his right hand appeared.

'Buzz ——!'

The reverberating hum of the sonic shock swept through the area where Shu Jia was, and the Tremble effect triggered, causing it to lag for a moment, and Nightdance Frost, who was also in the Tremble effect, even let out a scream of terror.

Wen Yiming is two realms higher than Night Dance Frost, and the trembling effect that erupts is not something that a Martial King can resist, even if it triggers an invasion of the heart demon in an instant, it is possible.

In this way, it can be seen that the skill of War Howl is definitely beyond the heaven-level existence in terms of grade, especially when it is promoted to the God of War stage, and the minutes and seconds of panic in the battle are enough to kill people.

Shu Jia is also facing the line of life and death at this moment, Wen Yiming's speed surpassed Shu Jia in a few breaths after the battle howl broke out, and in his sluggish and frightened, the dragon spear appeared in his hand violently, turning the axe into a spear, and the shot was like opening the world, slashing down towards the shoulder blade of Shu Jia's right arm.

In Wen Yiming's calculations, even if Shu Jia can save his right arm, he must also drop the Night Dance Frost, because the situation that the other party is facing at the moment is a state that cannot be dodged, and there is only defense.

Even if it is resisted hard, Night Dance Frost will also be shocked to death by the aftermath, and the battle between the two war gods is not something that a martial king can withstand by his side.

No matter how confident Shu Jia is, he will never even disregard himself and spare his strength to protect the Night Dance Cream.

The spear turned into an axe shadow, slashing down from the void, and the momentum was like the power of thunder cutting off vitality.

"Humph!"

A cold snort came from Shu Jia's nose, and Wen Yiming seemed to smell thick blood, as if Shu Jia was not humming cold air, but thick blood.

Just as Wen Yiming's brows furrowed slightly, Shu Jia's body suddenly diffused with a thick layer of blood mist, which was a real blood mist, full of blood, as if a seriously injured person had taken a breath of blood at him.

'Bang ——!'

Before the blood mist could spread, there was a sudden muffled sound of a water bag exploding between the dragon spear splits, and suddenly there was a blood mist in front of him, blocking Wen Yiming's sight.

Shu Jia, who had been locked, disappeared quickly at this moment, and was hundreds of meters away from the shadow of the gun, and when Wen Yiming was shocked, he did not hesitate to burst out of the defensive posture of the mountain and river seal.

He needed the freezing power generated by the defensive effect of the mountain and river seals to leave Shu Jia behind, or delay it for a moment.

The coverage of the mountain and river seals, even in the defensive style, is still quite wide, and in the slight click, it seems that the sound of being quickly frozen is heard.

The blood mist stopped surging and diffusing in an instant, and a miserable snort of extreme pain came from the crimson that was difficult to see.

Wen Yiming didn't wait for his breath to stabilize, and he sensed that Shu Jia's face was fading quickly, knowing that there was not much time left, he forcibly put away the axe and dragon spear, and forcibly turned into a rainbow that broke through the air.

'Ang ——!'

In the sound of the dragon's groan, the blood mist frozen by the seal of the mountains and rivers splashed away like broken ice slag.

'Poof——!'

Wen Yiming sensed that the dragon spear uncontrollably deviated from Shu Jia's chest, which had faded into a figure, and tore off his right arm with his shoulder blade and half of his right chest, and his right arm was still tightly gripping the night dance frost that had been frozen into ice crystals.

As if thousands of meters away in the void, and like a silent place farther away, Wen Yiming could faintly hear Shu Jia's heart-rending howl.

The defense freeze of the mountain and river seal was lifted instantly, but as a night dance frost that was only cultivated in the late stage of the Martial King, although Wen Yiming deliberately kept his hand to save his life, it was also completely abolished, the muscles and bones were torn apart, and the internal organs were damaged and displaced in many places, and even if he survived, he would not live for two years.

Wen Yiming grabbed the Night Dance Frost with one hand, landed on the ground, watched the blood-red ice slag fall from the sky, and deduced a two-word martial art from the evolution of the Soul Stealing Scroll in his mind, which was the derivation of the martial arts performed by Shu Jia by the Soul Stealing Scroll according to his own feelings and observations.

Bloody!

He was in no mood to carefully perceive the effect and effect of the blood escape at the moment, just staring at the direction of Shu Jia's faint disappearance from a distance, and his brows were silent.

He didn't expect that he would not be able to kill him without any contempt.

What a pity!

And very appalling!

(End of chapter)