"Get that kid back!"

Xiong Wuji didn't seem to hear Zhao Zilong's provocation, and said.

Gongsun Yang waved his hand and shouted: "Chase!" ”

One of the Nether Emissaries closest to this side jumped up and was about to see Tang Cheng chase back. Two rays of light shot out of the God Butcher's eyes, and he shouted, "Come back!" ”

As he spoke, the God Butcher walked towards the Nether Emissary in the void.

A terrifying force of attraction was transmitted to the Nether Emissary, and this person suddenly felt a violent wind sweeping in, like a large invisible hand pinching his body and pulling him towards the ground.

"Dragon Capture Gong!"

The trick of God Butcher was unleashed, and Xiong Wuji and Gongsun Yang both let out an exclamation at the same time.

Zhao Zilong was also taken aback, this guy who slaughtered the gods was really powerful, and he had such exquisite and domineering martial arts in his body, where did he learn this?

In fact, Zhao Zilong is lonely and unheard. Dragon Capture Gong, also known as Dragon Catcher, is a profound martial art in Shaolin stunts, extremely difficult to practice, it is rumored that the last person to complete this set of exercises is Qiao Feng in the Great Song Dynasty.

As a disciple of Shaolin Inner Gate, Tu Shen was fortunate to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to read Shaolin stunt martial arts, and he also knew this set of exercises by heart, but he had limited cultivation in the past and could not practice at all, in recent days, he got Zhao Zilong's guidance, opened up the second martial arts, and the true qi in his body skyrocketed, and he also had a new understanding and understanding of martial arts.

The Nether Emissary was horrified when he saw his body fall from the sky to the God of Slaughter, and he raised his sword in the void and slashed down at the God of Slaughter.

"Good time!"

The blood in the body of the God of Slaughter was boiling, and the battle intent grew wildly, and he swung his fist out of the sound of shouting, only to see a fist in front of him rise to the sky and smash towards the man.

"Poof!"

The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and the Nether's envoy is by no means easy to match, even Zhao Zilong has not been able to repel them with one move, and now that God Tu is competing with him with a flesh fist, it is naturally not so easy to win.

The sword qi broke through the air, shattering the fist strength, the god of slaughter rose to the challenge, the two figures instantly intertwined, and the sound of banging continued to spread, and then the two separated, and they saw that there was more blood on the god of slaughter, but the corner of the nether messenger's mouth also spurted blood.

"Happy!"

The God Butcher looked excited, like a man of the Barbarian Ancient Clan, and his tall body pressed towards the Nether Messenger again.

……

Zhao Zilong was originally worried about God Tu, but at this moment, seeing that he could compete with a powerhouse in the Innate Realm, he suddenly felt relieved, and looked at Xiong Wuji, no longer worried about the safety of God Tu.

Xiong Wuji's face became more and more solemn, and his eyes were even more shocked as he looked at the God Tu who was fighting with people over there, and he really couldn't suppress the shock in his heart.

How can it be?

How can a monk who is not from a small world have such a level of cultivation?

Zhao Zilong pointed at Xiong Wuji with the green knife in his hand, and said loudly: "Do you dare to fight with me?" ”

This is the second time that Zhao Zilong has provoked Xiong Wuji, and he has not made a direct surprise attack, which is the most formal challenge behavior of respecting the opponent.

Thinking that he Zhao Zilong has dominated the world all these years, but whenever he meets a real master, he will not care about the rules of the rivers and lakes, and will only use what he thinks is the correct and effective way to attack, or assassinate or raid, and the means are endless, but there are very few cases where he really challenges the opponent like now.

In fact, Zhao Zilong himself did not understand why there was an endless self-confidence and strong belief in his heart. Now he only thinks that he can fight with anyone in the world, and the arrogant mentality of convincing the enemy has taken root in his heart.

He didn't know at all that this green knife was Chiyou's personal weapon back then, and in Chiyou's eyes, he was the hero of the world, and he could defeat the heroes of the world, so he never disdained conspiracy and trickery, and only defeated an enemy with the most powerful strength.

At this moment, the green knife changed hands, Zhao Zilong held the green knife, and there was a momentum that no one in the world could stop, and he only felt that no matter who stood in front of him, he could slash it with one sword!

Xiong Wuji was shocked by Zhao Zilong's provocative voice, and looked back at this young man who looked younger than himself again, feeling the arrogant aura of looking down on the world released by the other party, he was furious in his heart, and shouted: "What an arrogant and ignorant boy, make a move, I want to see how arrogant you have been!" ”

Zhao Zilong's feet sank, and the wooden pillar of the house that had lost its roof was like an iron nail, as if it had been impacted by a terrifying force, and suddenly fell into the dirt.

The sand flew away, and more than half of the wooden pillar sank into the dirt, and the section on it that was not stuck in the dirt exploded into countless powders with a bang.

Zhao Zilong jumped into the air, his body twisted and rotated, and his whole person was completely wrapped in a cyan light.

Xiong Wuji's eyes burst out with two fine lights, in the face of Zhao Zilong's majestic killing intent, where did he care that the kid in front of him was a talent who was told to be encircled?

"Chong Ling Sword Qi!"

Xiong Wuji pinched a sword trick in his hand, and with a break in his mouth, the long sword slashed out lightly at the cyan light.

Airplanes!

There was a thunderclap in the void, and the humming sound was incessant, as if a transparent and invisible force that had cut the void in half had sliced out of the air and cut towards the cyan light.

"Dingding......

A series of crisp metal crashing sounds rang out, and the strange sword qi that cut into the void trembled in the cyan light, and finally turned into a sky of fluorescent light and scattered in all directions.

Zhao Zilong, who was wrapped in cyan light, showed his figure, and the long knife slashed down, bombarding Xiong Wuji's head with a thunderous force.

Xiong Wuji's face changed greatly, and while his body fell backwards, the long sword in his hand was raised above his head, and the long sword flashed with a pale yellow light, which was infused with true qi in his body, and it was indestructible.

"Clank!"

Sparks splashed, and the green knife slashed hard at the long sword.

This is the first time since the two have collided with each other that they have actually collided together.

The sand and gravel on the ground flew away, and a huge pit appeared, Xiong Wuji's body instantly sunk downward, a handsome face showed a look of pain and horror, and a pair of arms trembled continuously.

Zhao Zilong's sword slashed the enemy's long sword, and the huge force came back, and the others were in the void, and they were shocked by the terrifying anti-shock force and flew out upside down and fell to the ground.

Blood dripped from the place where the tiger's mouth was cracked, but all of it flowed on the blade, and the strange scene of the knife drinking blood happened again, and I saw that the blood flowing from Zhao Zilong's hand did not drop on the ground in waste, but was all sucked into the body of the knife by the green knife.

Zhao Zilong lowered his head and looked at this strange picture with a solemn expression. Although he had been puzzled by the priest when he was in Miao Village, he was still puzzled when he saw such a picture here.

Why does this knife drink blood? And apart from his own blood, other people's blood can't stain the blade at all?

"This ...... How is this possible? Gongsun Yang trembled all over, staring at the situation in the field with a shocked face: "Impossible, how can this kid ...... How could it be possible to defeat him! ”

The other two Nether Emissaries also looked at the field with disbelief on their faces, and they all grew up and couldn't speak, and they were once again shocked by Zhao Zilong's strong combat effectiveness.

Xiong Wuji's hair was messy, and the clothes on his body were torn in many places, and his entire elegant and handsome appearance was completely gone. He stood in the deep pit, his sword-holding hands trembling, blood also flowing down from his arms, and the qi and blood in his body were surging, and he finally couldn't help but open his mouth and squirt a mouthful of blood.

When he raised his head again, Xiong Wuji stared at Zhao Zilong with a shocked expression, and roared in an incredulous tone: "Who are you?" How could there be such a domineering True Yuan cultivation? ”

"You are originally a cultivator in the low martial world, why is the true yuan in your body so domineering and pure, this is ...... How is this possible? Xiong Wuji stared at Zhao Zilong and continued to ask.

It's just too hard to imagine and accept.

In Xiong Wuji's opinion, his own cultivation realm is already very good, although he is not a real powerhouse in the small world, but ordinary cultivators are definitely not his opponents.

And after coming outside, he was even more confident that he could fight all over the world, and no one in the cultivators in the low martial arts world outside was his opponent at all, not to mention forcing him to such a miserable situation now, even the sword qi he released was very few in the low martial arts world outside.

But now, Zhao Zilong's metamorphosis combat power completely exceeded his cognition of a cultivator in the low martial world, completely crushing the sense of superiority and pride in his heart.

"Actually...... I don't know! ”

Zhao Zilong smiled, he really didn't know why the true qi in his inner body was so domineering and terrifying, maybe it was related to the nameless exercises he cultivated, coupled with the cultivation of the Phaseless Sutra Exercises given by the mysterious man in white half a year ago, the true qi in his body was further transformed.

As for what the truth is, how does Zhao Zilong know?

True Qi was constantly circulating and flowing in his body, Zhao Zilong felt that arm gradually regained consciousness, he forcibly endured the huge pain of the tiger's mouth splitting, and once again put the green knife in front of him, staring at Xiong Wuji coldly: "You have a powerful realm and comprehension and understanding of the way of the sword, but the true yuan power in your body is not stronger than mine, so, you are not as good as me!" ”

You're not as good as me!

This sentence is the most direct provocation and humiliation for anyone.

Xiong Wuji has become the seventh-of-eighteen jailers at a young age due to various reasons, but he is still relatively low-key, otherwise he would not have held back when Gongsun Yang and other little nether messengers sneered at him before.

However, the more this happened, the more proud Xiong Wuji actually became. He is very deep in the city, in order to have a higher status and future in the future.

But now, a young man who has risen up in a small low-martial world dares to challenge his dignity and self-esteem like this, which he absolutely cannot allow.

With a slightly hideous look on his face, Xiong Wuji's eyes shot out two blood-red colors, and he stared at Zhao Zilong and said, "You are dead!" ”

As he spoke, the wind raged around Xiong Wuji's body, and a pale yellow light burst out from his body.

Gongsun Yang's face changed again when the Nether Messenger looked at him, and one of them exclaimed, "This ...... It's ......"

Gongsun Yang was shocked in his heart and blurted out: "You...... You really belong to the Demon Emperor...... Son! ”

Xiong Wuji ignored it, the pale yellow light on his body became thicker and thicker, and the long sword suddenly slashed out, shouting: "Go die!" ”

(Chapter 4, Make up for Saturday's debts.) ）