What they usually use is just a move, and the real knife is the intention......

This kind of meaning is a kind of artistic conception, and that kind of artistic conception can turn mountains and seas, but their current strength has not yet reached that point, but the Heavenly Death Sword Technique was definitely the most courageous among the Nine Emperors back then, even Yang Ding's twenty-eight palms of dragon descent may not be able to compare.

It's just that this kind of knife technique is very difficult to enter a kind of artistic conception, and Xue Zhaolong has entered it once after getting the Heavenly Death Sword Technique.

At that time, the director seemed to be enchanted, trying to enter the artistic conception.

Only when he enters the artistic conception can he feel the killing desire of the Heavenly Death Sword Technique.

Today, he has been fighting with the thunder dragon for so long, and he has been attacked by the thunder dragon many times, and he has endured that breath, in order to play that kind of artistic conception, he knows that every time he enters that kind of artistic conception, his strength can soar a lot.

So for the sake of strength, he can be regarded as fighting.

I have to say that Ye Hao's group of brothers is really a group of strength maniacs, and they are also a kind of battle maniacs, who dare to fight and fight for the improvement of their strength.

Xue Zhaolong stood still, the steel knife he was carrying slowly raised, and his eyes gradually turned scarlet.

When Table Rongzhen and Lu Yunsong saw this scene, they all stood in front of him, and they knew that the kind of artistic conception that Xue Zhaolong had told them might be about to appear again.

This kind of artistic conception is like Yang Ding teaching Yang Zui and others the twenty-eight palms of the dragon, and they enter the state of epiphany.

It's just that Xue Zhaolong's artistic conception is to break through in the battle.

Xue Zhaolong's momentum became stronger and stronger, and the whole person burst out with a ruthless aura.

Under this kind of atmosphere, Ye Hao was secretly speechless. He hadn't heard Xue Zhaolong say anything about the artistic conception, but when he saw this scene, he knew that Xue Zhaolong had entered a state of battle.

This state of combat is not an ordinary battle. It's a battle of desire.

When Xue Zhaolong's eyes were completely scarlet, Thunder Dragon suddenly felt a creepy feeling.

He looked at Xue Zhaolong. Xue Zhaolong's scarlet eyes seemed to reflect a piece of hell.

The thunder dragon felt the horror coming from Xue Zhaolong's eyes, in Xue Zhaolong's eyes, he felt that he was very small, and he would then be eliminated by Xue Zhaolong.

The frightened Thunder Dragon retreated step by step, but Xue Zhaolong seemed to regard him as his only target.

The treasure knife Xue Zhaolong was carrying was erected at a ninety-five degree angle. Then balancing at ninety degrees, he pointed at the Brontosaurus.

Xue Zhaolong's hellish voice said coldly: "Those who move my brother will not be forgiven. ”

Xue Zhaolong's words made Ye Hao and the others feel warm in their hearts, even though Xue Zhaolong was very indifferent now, but what he said made Ye Hao and the others feel warm in their hearts.

This is a brother, and you can stick a knife in both sides for the sake of your brother.

Under the terrified gaze of the Brontosaurus. Xue Zhaolong's strong posture jumped high, and the treasure knife in his hand seemed to emit an actual light, and the coldness of the light and the killing aura made Ye Hao and the others take a few steps back in shock.

Under the aura of this cold killing, he felt that there was nowhere to resist, he raised his invincible hands, and then parried Xue Zhaolong's blow.

"Boom!"

The actual light made a clang, and then an incredible scene appeared, originally in the world of the Thunder Dragon, his hands should have nothing to break. But under Xue Zhaolong's actual light, his hands fell to the ground with a withered and decaying blow.

While he lost his hands, he still looked at the hands that were still moving on the ground with a little unimaginability.

"Kill ......" After Xue Zhaolong's sword cut off Lei Long's hands, he rushed forward with scarlet eyes.

The Brontosaurus saw this. He just wanted to escape.

But Xue Zhaolong's knife seemed to have a kind of sticky force that entangled people, tracking him.

"Boom!"

Every time there was a banging sound, it meant that the font on Lei Long's body had been cut off by Xue Zhaolong again.

Table Rongzhen was under Xue Zhaolong's artistic conception of killing, and he seemed to feel a little. Quietly closed his eyes.

Then, as if his sword had found a soul. It floated silently.

Seeing this scene, Lu Yunsong shouted in his heart. What talent and qualifications these two bastards have! Just entered the artistic conception like this?

The scene of Table Rongzhen entering the artistic conception was very vast, his sword floated in the air out of thin air, and the sword body flashed through the rippling blue waves, rippling in the light......

"There is no end to killing." A whisper came out from the corner of Table Rongzhen's mouth, and his whisper was very empty, like a voice from a different space.

Table Rongzhen slowly raised his hand, then grabbed the hilt of the sword, and the next moment his body suddenly appeared behind the thunder dragon.

At that moment, Ye Hao felt that Table Rongzhen's speed surpassed his strange body, and he saw a vague shadow pass through the body of the thunder dragon.

The thunder dragon's body seems to be unharmed now, if you open the clothes on his stomach, there must be a sword mark, and even the thunder dragon has been cut off by the waist of Table Rongzhen.

"There is no merit in the world, only fast is not broken, fast is a realm." He tied his sword around his waist like a belt.

Everyone looked at the Thunder Dragon, and at this moment, the Thunder Dragon's face was bloodless, and then his body seemed to be cut apart, and the whole body was torn apart......

"Ahh The brontosaurus let out a roar of rage, but its body had been cut into pieces, and even if he roared loudly, his body still fell to the ground.

Lei Gong watched this scene in front of many brothers, he didn't cry, just a little sentimental.

This man can no longer be said to be his father, because those flesh and blood have become scientific products, except for the soul is his father, and the body has long been made of scientific products.

Table Rongzhen and Lu Yunsong both slowly withdrew from that artistic conception, and after withdrawing, the strength of both of them entered the innate intermediate level.

They were all a little happy in their hearts when they entered the innate middle level, but their appearance was even stricter.

Lei Gong stepped forward step by step, although the current body of the thunder dragon was not his father, but the soul of the thunder dragon was still looking at Ye Hao and the others.

Lei Gong's right hand was raised high, and when his right hand was raised, a little dark cloud began to appear in the sky.

This is a kind of lightning control technique, and this lightning control technique is very draining.

This is the Brontosaurus intending to use the power of lightning to destroy the Brontosaurus.

Lei Long's head looked at it quietly, his eyes were still shocked, he was shocked not that the strength of Xue Zhaolong and Table Rongzhen suddenly became so strong, but that the strength of his son Lei Gong had reached this point.

When a certain amount of thunder and lightning converged on Lei Gong's fingertips, Ye Hao stepped forward and said, "Don't force yourself, I can try to give back a better body." ”

When Lei Gong heard this, he looked at Ye Hao suspiciously, not understanding what Ye Hao meant by this. (To be continued......)