Wen Yiming firmly believes that Amon seems to be honest, but in fact he is clear-minded, and he has experienced the difficulties of the dead since he was a child, and he will never let his death be so worthless, and the phrase "let my soul return to my hometown" is still in his ears. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The audience in the stadium kept shouting and killing, hoping to see the butcher pour into a pool of blood in his own internal organs.

Long Xiuzhu didn't fluctuate at all because of the fact that victory was in sight, and the sword wind followed the sword closely, and the murderous spirit was soaring.

An angry roar instantly drowned out the noise of the audience and was deafening.

'Ho ——!'

At the same time, Amun's left arm turned into a knife, and his five fingers were slightly curved, like a hand knife in taekwondo, which appeared strong and powerful, and soft in it.

In the loud cheers, his speed did not decrease but increased, and he waved his palm like a knife, shaking out a burst of energy out of thin air, and went straight to the dead corner where Long Xiuzhu twisted his body and took out the knife.

'Smack' ——!

The crisp sound was clear in the ears, and it came out from under Long Xiuzhu's armpit, and a light green light wave faintly dispersed.

Long Xiuzhu's expression changed for the first time, and a trace of surprise appeared between the brows jumping, and then the surging true yuan seemed to be suddenly cut off from the upstream, and the follow-up was weak, and there was a momentary lag.

The sword wind surpassed the battle knife, because the war knife was slow for a moment, and it was because of inertia that it continued to cut out, which made Long Xiuzhu, who was suddenly unable to breathe, shock.

A master's move is a life-and-death struggle.

Fight to the death, just to race against time!

In this instant, Amon's figure was eight meters out of the melee circle.

The bare-handed True Yuan Condensing Knife, this is the real virus butcher knife.

Amon dared to fight with Long Xiuzhu, relying on this hole card.

The virus butcher knife thrown out by Zhen Yuan consumes extremely Zhen Yuan and spiritual power, and it requires a strong forging physique, and the longest distance can reach a hundred meters away.

However, with Amon's current cultivation, it is already luck to be able to throw out a virus butcher knife with his bare hands. Amon has never been successful, and he decides to fight Long Xiuzhu to the death, also to stimulate his potential under the pressure of death.

In the temple inheritance of the Zu'an clan, none of the martial arts are successfully cultivated by solo dance, and it is difficult to comprehend success without experiencing the tempering of life and death.

Amon knew that with a fierce captain like Wen Yiming, it was difficult for him to feel the taste of death coming, and he didn't want to waste this opportunity to face Long Xiuzhu alone today.

Fortunately, he succeeded, much to the disappointment of the audience, because the expected thing did not happen.

Comprehending the true meaning of the virus butcher's knife, Amon didn't have time to be ecstatic, he was still exhausted.

The distance of eight meters is not a distance at all for Long Xiuzhu, there is a focus and sharing blessing, he doesn't need to look at the back at all, he vibrates his arm and rolls up the knife head, and in the process of bringing it back, he doesn't forget to 'snap' and mend the knife again.

At the same time as a low shout, Amon also spoke at the same time, "I admit defeat..."

The speed at which Long Xiuzhu Zhenyuan's internal breath was unobstructed could almost be described as walking with the wind.

'Whoa——!'

Before the person arrives, the knife arrives first, and the knife is faster!

Amon spit out the word 'lose' from his mouth, and it was still blurred, and he saw that Long Xiuzhu's black hair was scattered, his pupils were completely empty, and he was five meters away, and he had already thrown out the battle knife.

The sword wind was fierce, and the handle of the war knife was connected to the chain released from it, and the sword that slashed out obliquely from Zhifeng led Sen Han's murderous aura and swooped straight at Amon who was on the edge of the ring.

Fortunately, Amon was still running wildly, and in the constriction of his pupils, a shadow of death loomed over him.

The feet did not stop, the kitchen knife rolled up the chain and folded it as he wanted, and at the same time, he kicked the edge of the ring with his life, and the inheritance technique ran wildly, and when the foot exploded, the body shot out of the stage, and the chain and the knife head were twisted out of the way.

'Boom Boom ......'

Long Xiuzhu's war knife chain was not long, and he split the chain kitchen knife that was entangled, and it was finally not far enough to be taken back into his hand.

And the weakened sword did not dissipate, and the 'sonul' slashed on the handle that Amon was only left to throw, and the remaining momentum disappeared again, and the distance was close to the body, and it was cut into Amon's waist.

When Amon was hit by the knife in his waist, Wen Yiming burst into flames, locked on Long Xiuzhu and shot instantly, took Amon in his arms, glanced at Long Xiuzhu with slightly complicated eyes, and picked up Amon back to the rest area.

The sighs in the audience were loud, and there were even loud shouts and scolding, saying that the name of the Dragon Xiuzhu Sword Demon was not worthy of the name, and he failed to kill the butcher.

Long Xiuzhu regained his composure, raised his eyes to look at Wen Yiming and Amon lying on the bench, smiled slightly and withdrew his gaze, put away his knife and stood with his eyes closed, deaf to all voices.

Sai Yaren and the others gathered around, but they didn't speak, their eyes were concerned, Yiqing held Amon's thick palm, tears fell down, Amon grinned reluctantly, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he wanted to say something but gritted his teeth, his face turned blue.

Wen Yiming was slightly frightened, raised his hand to tear Amon's waist shirt, the wound was shocking, cutting from the left waist to the midline of the abdomen, nearly a foot long, the skin and flesh were cut neatly, and there was no blood spilling.

The most bizarre thing is that a layer of ice has condensed from the wound, and through the ice, you can faintly see the wriggling organs inside.

"Damn!" Sai Yaren raised his hand and wanted to help Amon enter the true yuan, but he was worried that it would be self-defeating, his eyebrows jumped violently, and he said angrily: "Brother Meng, hold on, there is a boss here, it's okay!"

A few girls looked up at Wen Yiming, who was gloomy, and didn't make a sound to disturb, Amon's state was very unstable, and his face was frighteningly blue, as if he had been forced into an internal injury by feces and urine.

Listening to the sound of the fight coming from the cross ring, Wen Yiming frowned and exhaled, raising his hand to cast the Holy Light Technique, but was stopped by Amon forcibly raising his hand.

"Boss, I... Hold on! Chances are... Uh... Challenge him!" Amon had some difficulty speaking, and all his words were said through gritted teeth.

Wen Yiming clasped Amon's hand and said, "Amon, don't speak, let me ask you, do you have any stinging in your mind." ”

Seeing Amon shaking his head, he continued to ask, "My heart is cold and tingling, isn't it?"

Amon nodded, and everyone looked at Wen Yiming, their faces were different, and Amon was the same.

Wen Yiming said secretly, sure enough, it was the Soul Devouring Power of the Holy Altar, and the grade was ten times higher than what he had before, and it was impossible for Amon to resist until the end of the competition.

Turning his head and glancing at Long Xiuzhu who was standing with his eyes closed on the hundred-character ring, he said in his heart, the Holy Light Technique may not be able to expel it, and Amon can support it under this kind of serious injury, which should have something to do with the Jiuqu Fire in his body.

After hesitating for a moment, Wen Yiming took out a box and took out five special silver needles the size of a pencil refill. The voice said: "Ameng, I will use the unique acupuncture method to suppress your attack on the cold qi, and you can't use cultivation for the time being, let's slowly figure out a way." ”

Then he motioned to a few people to surround Amon, untie his clothes, and perform the five-door heart sealing needle method to make Amon's heart independent.

There is a special silver needle, and his current cultivation is only a matter of a few minutes, and during this time, it is also infused with the power of a trace of holy light.

At Wen Yiming's motion, Amon tried to loosen his teeth and took a few deep breaths.

"Just lie down, don't let Long Xiuzhu be suspicious!" Wen Yiming took out a piece of clothing and put it on Amon's chest, and took a few bottles of healing potions for Saiyaren to help Amon apply it to the wound.

Several people were curious about Wen Yiming's endless methods, and Yue Qimei surprisingly did not shout to learn this time, but became silent.

Wen Yiming didn't watch the competition anymore, and quietly entered the cultivation, he wanted to adjust his state to the peak of his heyday.