The challenge of skipping the level is not as cool as it is written in the novel, because I am facing all-round suppression. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoMy background is not as deep as Su Qianqian's, my biggest hole card is the martial god artistic conception, but unfortunately, as a genuine martial god, Yang Rulong also has his own martial arts conception.

This is very embarrassing, without the artistic conception of the martial god, I am an ordinary great master, the energy level in my body is one level lower than the true qi, and Yang Rulong, who has the true qi, is more than one step stronger than me in terms of change and attack.

If you can fight, you have to fight, but if you can't fight, you have to fight! This battle is a gamble on the dignity of men, how about me and Ji Hongling, why can this guy judge my life and death? Is it just because he's a martial god?

If this guy is Yang Rulong, I may have a chance to fight. This goods was taken away by the sect since he was a child, and he only stepped into the realm of the martial arts under the advice of the master. This person's martial arts conception is not perfect. So after almost ten years of promotion, he is still in the early stage of the martial god, and his only job in these ten years is to complete his martial god artistic conception and make it harmonious - but the effect may not be too good.

Knife one!

I stood with my sword crossed, merging all my energy into my right hand. The qi and blood were compressed and transported into the Blood Killing Knife by me. The reason why the divine soldier is called a divine soldier is because the energy conduction is very good, whether it is qi and blood or true qi, the blood killing knife can be transmitted out.

The consummation of the artistic conception of the martial god made me begin to explore the sword techniques above the martial gods, "Ba Dao Technique" is just a general outline of sword techniques, only with their own talent and hard work to create the knife method is the most suitable.

I was inspired by Juggernaut's Sword Twenty-Three, who was already a half-human and half-god when he used Sword Twenty-Three, and the artistic conception of the blades was the same. The strength of the swordsman comes from ignoring life and death, with a courage that fills the inside and penetrates the outside, and only after practicing can he become the strongest among the swords.

And what about the knife? The spirit of the knife is first of all a kind of momentum and energy, and the majesty and awe-inspiring displayed by the knife bearer are often intimidating, and its murderous knife technique is terrifying. This is a kind of "heroism", a kind of responsibility, mind and responsibility, caring for the family and the country, such a knife can undertake the mission of protecting the family and defending the country and doing chivalrous justice.

The sword is the blade of killing, not the love of a gentleman. Swordsmen have always been both good and evil in the rivers and lakes, with knives in their hands and tricks in their hearts. What exactly is the spirit of the knife? That's killing!

The sword qi gathered, and I rounded my arm and rushed towards Yang Rulong. Yang Rulong still looked like an understatement, the pretending convict didn't even move in place, and stretched out his hand and swiped it in front of him.

The knife I felt was blocked by something in mid-air - the True Qi Shield! This is the reason why the masters of the Martial God Realm can crush the existence of the Martial God in all directions, the true qi can be attacked, retreated, and defended, no wonder he doesn't use weapons, after the true qi comes out of the body, he can completely condense the weapon.

"Hopeless? You don't even have the qualifications to touch the corner of my clothes! Yang Rulong sneered coldly.

"Hemp eggs! The villain died of talking too much, and if you have the ability, don't move your pestle there! See if I can smash your damn bass shell! I said angrily.

Yang Rulong likes to play with me very much, and stretches out his hand very elegantly: "Please feel free!" ”

Scorn! The contempt of the red fruit! If I can bear this breath, I won't be Yang Mengmeng!

Knife two! Knife three! Knife Four!

I slashed wildly, and the knife slashed out one after another.

Knife Five! Knife Six! Knife Seven!

A more powerful sword technique appeared, and I felt that the pressure around me was much less, and Yang Rulong's face changed slightly, and he began to mobilize more True Qi to maintain the shield.

Knife Eight!

I endured the weakness in my body and performed the eighth sword technique, at this moment I only deduced the sword ten, the true meaning of the sword lies in the fast, the sword of the sword master is invincible because he can cut through the space. The essence of the knife lies in the hegemony, and the indomitable momentum can smash any obstacle in front of it.

In fact, the moves after the seventh sword can only be performed in the realm of the Martial God, there is no way, the buddy's sword heart is too rebellious. After having the sword heart, I have the advantage of seeing the world in terms of comprehending the way of the sword.

Sure enough, as soon as the knife came out, the true qi in front of me shattered in response, and the powerful wind knocked me back ten steps, Yang Rulong also panicked and retracted the scattered true qi, and a mouthful of reverse blood spurted out of his mouth.

Hehe, spare you to break the sky, Lao Tzu will also let you wither your face! At this time, I was also at the end of the crossbow, constantly carrying the qi and blood in my body. In terms of recovery ability, I can't compare with the Martial God, but now I can't compare with it, once Yang Rulong is allowed to stabilize his true qi, it must be me who dies!

Yang Rulong's eyes were cold, like a terrible ghost crawling out of the Nine Shadows, as if he wanted to eat my flesh and break my bones. However, the situation at this time is already a never-ending situation, and if the situation is not right for a while, it can only be magnified!

I don't know if you remember.,I actually have a trick to press the bottom of the box Shura madness.,If this trick is used out of the cliff, there will be sequelae--it's okay in the early stage.,S-level mentioned that the SS-level has little load on the body.,But from a half-step martial god to a martial god--tsk.,After the madness, I have to go for at least a month to recuperate.。 No lie, I have this hunch.

The Martial God deserves to be the Martial God, and in less than five minutes, Yang Rulong has recovered his freedom.

"I won't play with you, let's die!" Yang Ruhong clasped his hands into his claws to my throat, and I rolled on a lazy donkey and fell to the ground, he only grabbed my arm, leaving five bloody wounds on my arm.

The blood gurgled out, I put my arm to my mouth, and slowly sucked my own blood - it is inconvenient to kill less, and I have to drink my own blood if I am crazy!

Grunt, gulps of blood poured down my stomach, my eyes turned from light red to blood red, and there was no other color in my sockets, like two red light bulbs.

"Demonic Outer Path!" Yang Rulong muttered, changed his tricks and continued to bully him to come forward to trouble me.

Roar! I roared and my blood boiled, and the powerful air currents slammed into countless dusts. I looked up to the sky and roared, and there was only one person left in my eyes - Yang Rulong. Kill him! Eat him! That was the only thought in my mind at this time, and I clenched the knife in my hand and rushed forward.

Yang Rulong's pair of fleshy claws were like iron casting, and they collided with my blood killing knife and made a sound of gold and iron. He held the knife in one hand, and the other hand was against mine, in addition to the hand fighting, the hedging of the next game was also extremely fierce, thanks to the stage of my potential explosion, otherwise I would have been blown away by him.

I grinned at him, pale, red eyes, and let go of the knife in my hand and bit him down on the neck.

The defenseless Yang Rulong was bitten by me - blood! Enemy blood! I sucked uncontrollably. Yang Rulong threw me out with a big monument throwing technique, I adjusted my body in the air, and in the air and Yang Rulong who rushed over again.

In the air, I was hit hard by Yang Rulong, and I was directly knocked ten meters away by him. I was slapped on the ground in embarrassment, and smashed a pile of bricks, and for a while the earth and rocks flew around, which was not spectacular.

But the benefits of madness have appeared! I don't hurt at all! The consequence of the blood and qi penetrating the brain is that the pain nerve is cut off, coupled with the defense bonus brought by my cultivation of the iron cloth shirt since I was a child, I am definitely a super iron plate MT at this time!

I jumped up from the ground with a carp, and rushed towards Yang Rulong frantically, not defending himself, looking like he was looking at death. Yang Rulong hurriedly mobilized the true qi from his body to form a chain of true qi and pulled me away. The quality of his true qi was not enough, and it was too reluctant to condense into something hard, and he could only condense a whip.

The invisible long whip left blood marks on my body, but I ignored the pain and continued to charge Yang Rulong desperately.

"Maniac!" Yang Rulong scolded, he regrets it a little now, he didn't expect me to have the skill to turn into a mad dog. Unless he can kill me in an instant, I can force him to scramble.

The problem is that he is not sure of a one-hit kill at all. After I went berserk, the Martial God's artistic conception instinctively opened, and the artistic conception of the sword spread outward countless times, and he couldn't use the power of the rules to kill me at all. The powerhouses of the Martial God Realm have certain qualifications to mobilize the rules, for example, my father's kick every time he must hit is the use of the rules.

"Let's go! From now on, our well water will not interfere with river water! "Yang Rulong confessed, but I lost consciousness and only had the killing instinct left, I didn't know what a truce was, and at this point, he and I could only live one. (To be continued.) )