"Boom, boom!" The dull roar and impact sound continued to sound in the mountain forest, and two black shadows shuttled through the mountain forest like ghosts, showing amazing destructive power, and the surrounding trees more than one person thick resisted the impact of the two people's battle.

In a moment's effort, the originally natural scenery outside the cave was destroyed by the two of them, with broken trees everywhere, and crater whip marks everywhere on the ground.

"Boom!" The two fought again, Yang Hong's figure flipped in the air, one hand pressed on the ground, and he stabilized his body a little embarrassed, and wisps of blood flowed down the corners of his mouth.

Now for Yang Hong, the woman who fought against him is no better, the jacket has also disappeared, and the dark upper body that is revealed has also been torn out of wounds, although these wounds are not bleeding under the control of the mother, but they are still shocking.

"Huaxia little ghost, I have to admit that you are indeed very powerful, if you continue to grow, you may be able to become an even more terrifying existence than the old man of Tianji in the future, but unfortunately, you no longer have that opportunity." As he spoke, his body seemed to be brewing some kind of strength, and even the naked eye could see that every muscle in his body seemed to be shaking.

"Originally, I planned to leave this trick to the old man of Tianji, if you can die under my trick, you can die as a deserved." Po Xiao muttered to himself coldly, the trembling of the muscles in his body spread rapidly from the bottom to the top, and when he gathered to his arms, an amazing scene appeared in Yang Hong's sight.

I saw that the number of arms increased from two to four, and then from four to eight, and in the blink of an eye, he simply turned into a thousand-armed Guanyin, and at a glance it was densely packed with arms.

According to Yang Hong's original plan, if he couldn't fight, he would escape, but at this moment, the fighting spirit in his heart was getting stronger and stronger, and he only had battle in his mind.

"Accept my punishment, Buddha with a thousand arms!" As if chanting a mantra, he shouted in ancient Indian, carrying countless arms and rushing towards Yang Hong.

Yang Hong, who was surging in battle, although he felt a strong threat, did not have the slightest fear or retreat, the purple light on his body was sheng, the tiger roared in his body, and in a trance, the whole person turned into a purple tiger descending the mountain, exuding infinite battle intent and rage, and greeted Po Suo who waved countless arms.

At the moment when the two sides came into contact, the countless arms that were revealed waved at the same time, turning into palm prints, and slapping on Yang Hong, who was transformed into a roaring tiger, on his head and face.

In an instant, time seemed to stand still, and then with a roar, the purple tiger that Yang Hong had transformed flew out upside down, and the countless arm phantoms that were revealed also collapsed and dissipated, and the whole person took more than a dozen steps backwards, and then staggered to stabilize his figure, a pale flash flashed on his dark face, and his body trembled, and blood flowed out from the large and small wounds torn by Yang Hong's flying knife.

Taking a deep breath, he looked down at the blood flowing from the wounds on his body, his face was gloomy and terrifying, which was a shame for him as a master of ancient yoga.

He has cultivated ancient yoga to the extreme, and what he believes in is absolute control over his body, and now that he can't control his body, how can he not be annoyed.

Under the trunk of a big tree in front of him, Yang Hong was short of breath, leaning on his pale face, and the blood spurting out of his mouth stained the grass in front of him red.

"Still failed?" Looking at the front of him, he seemed to be covered in blood and was seriously injured, but in fact, he was just suffering some skin injuries, Yang Hong was in a heavy mood, but he was not discouraged in his heart while muttering to himself, the unyielding fighting spirit in his body made him still have an obsession with surviving, as long as there was still a breath of air, he would never give up.

Driven by this obsession and fighting spirit, Yang Hong's eyes flashed with determination, at this time he was seriously injured, although he could barely maintain the third transformation of the tiger and leopard, it was almost impossible to rush forward and continue to fight.

Reluctantly standing up, Yang Hong spread his hand, and a flying knife appeared in his palm, urging the whirling dragon energy in the state of the third transformation of the tiger and leopard, and a whirlpool-like force acted on the flying knife, controlling the flying knife to rotate rapidly.

"No, that's not going to work, I have to calm down and concentrate all my energy." muttering to himself, at the moment of life and death, Yang Hong calmed down, ignored the woman who was approaching him, and focused all his attention on the flying knife in his hand, for him, this was not just a flying knife, but also carried the hope of whether he could survive.

With this kind of sustenance, Yang Hong's spirit seemed to be integrated into this flying knife, and in a trance, it was as if he himself had become a flying knife, and the spinning dragon energy that had not been able to be perfectly used before had become easy for him at this moment.

He could clearly feel all the changes in the flying knife, and it was easy to find the mistake of his whirling dragon power, the original rotation was very unstable, the speed was not fast, and even the flying knife that made a sharp sound was quietly but like a rebirth.

Walking towards Yang Hong, seeing this scene, he was a little disapprehensive at first, thinking that this was Yang Hong's dying struggle, but as Yang Hong entered the mysterious, as if incarnated into the artistic conception of a flying knife, he was terrified for a moment.

Yang Hong, who was still dying just now, suddenly exuded a sharp and cold aura, which made Po Xiao feel the threat of death that he had not seen for a long time.

"This, this can't be!" He shook his head and shouted wildly, although he didn't want to believe it, the increasingly strong threat of death made his breathing become rapid all of a sudden.

Facing Yang Hong at this moment, the idea of wanting to escape instinctively appeared in his mind, but reason told him that he couldn't escape at all, and the kind of aura that was so sharp that it made him creepy locked him firmly, even with his strength, he couldn't get rid of it.

"No, I can't let him continue to gather momentum, or I'll die." Po Suo shouted in horror in his heart, regardless of the fact that his body had just finished casting the Thousand-Armed Buddha and had not yet recovered, he forcibly cast the Thousand-Armed Buddha again and rushed towards Yang Hong.

At this time, he didn't want to get any tiger and leopard triple change, he just wanted to eliminate Yang Hong, who was like a freak, he didn't dare to imagine what kind of terrifying existence he would become once Yang Hong survived and continued to grow.

The threat of death and the fear in his heart made Po Su completely crazy, exuding a violent and murderous aura all over his body, and the whole person was as terrifying as an evil god with countless arms.

Compared with the hideous-looking and murderous Yang Hong, who was immersed in the incarnation of a flying knife and took the opportunity to constantly comprehend the strength of the whirling dragon, he felt the murderous aura coming straight towards him, and his demeanor was so calm that it made people's hearts furious, just by looking at it, the face of the murderous woman changed, and the flying knife in Yang Hong's hand disappeared instantly. "No!!" Screaming, Po Si smelled a breath of death that broke his liver and gall, his pupils dilated suddenly, and he tried his best to use his special move, the Thousand-Handed Buddha, to block the disappearing flying knife.

"Whoosh!" A cold light flashed from where she was, and the speed was so fast that the cold light disappeared, and then a sharp sound of breaking the air sounded in the air.

"Ahh A terrible scream rang out, flesh and blood flew sideways, and the countless arm phantoms that were waved out collapsed and dissipated again, only this time only one arm was revealed, and the other arm had been twisted into pieces by a flash of flying knives.

The arm was crushed by the flying knife, and she couldn't care about the pain and resentment, and her cloak was like a lost dog, completely frightened by the flashing flying knife just now, and staggered to flee into the distance as fast as possible.

At that moment just now, the distance between him and the god of death was only a few centimeters, if it weren't for the fact that he tried his best to twist his body, relying on the amazing flexibility of ancient yoga, and staggering his position a little, it would be more than just an arm that was crushed at this moment.

Patronizing the woman who fled for her life, she didn't see that Yang Hong, who used this knife, was as pale as a piece of white paper, and even the blue tattoos on his body and the blue light in his eyes disappeared, and he retreated from the third transformation of the tiger and leopard.

"But, it's a pity I didn't kill him." With the last trace of regret, Yang Hong couldn't hold on any longer, and lay on the ground with his eyes rolled.

Yang Hong fainted on this side, and the fleeing woman on the other side ran for thousands of meters like a frightened rabbit, and almost fell to the ground in front of him, but this time he stopped panting.

Tired and weak, he sat on the ground, and hurriedly controlled the broken arm that was spurting blood, his eyes still full of fear and panic.

No one is not afraid of death, especially when he cultivates to the level of a grandmaster like Po Suo, who has always been admired, is used to living in the eyes of being feared, and enjoys the glory and wealth, he doesn't want to die, especially if he is still so aggrieved and aggrieved, he is even more unwilling to accept it.

After resting for five or six minutes, Po Shao gradually came back to his senses, thinking of the feeling of passing by death just now, and the scene of himself running away like a lost dog, which made him feel both resentful and fearful.

Since cultivating to the grandmaster level, he has never been so embarrassed, not only did he almost die, but he was also deprived of an arm, which was definitely a great shame for him, but at this moment he did not have the confidence to take revenge.

As a grandmaster-level powerhouse who has experienced a hundred battles, after calming down, he didn't expect that Yang Hong had become the end of a strong crossbow after shooting that knife, and he might have lost his combat effectiveness, and now as long as he returned, he could easily take Yang Hong's life.

It's just that there are some things that I want to think about, and really let him do it, but it's not that simple.

The knife just now has produced a shadow in his heart, he has just been crushed with an arm, he no longer has the courage and guts to fight, he is not Yang Hong, and at this moment he is not facing the choice of life and death, he is destined not to dare to go back.

With resentment and fear, after regaining some strength, Po Xiao did not stay long, continued to stay away from this mountain forest, and returned to a safe place to heal.

In Luo Qingbang's private club, it was already two or three o'clock in the morning, but the lights were still shining in the living room of the villa, Cai Yiyi, Luo Tianyou, and even Du Ling'er, who had not recovered from her serious injuries, as well as the indifferent male bloody hand and Tang Haotian and others, all gathered here, anxiously waiting for news.

This book was first published in Book King