Liang Xiong wins, and he wins freely. He pointed to the ground with a gun in one hand and behind him with the other, showing everyone's demeanor. Xu Yongzheng was defeated, and everyone present knew the defeat. The blood flowing from his chest stained his clothes red, and his face turned pale as he held the greatsword tightly in one hand.

Xu Yongzheng examined the wound on his chest, which looked very serious, and it seemed that the gun only needed to be an inch or two deeper, which was enough to make him lose his combat effectiveness. If he deviates three or four inches, he can hit the heart directly, and it will directly kill him.

Outsiders naturally couldn't know what happened just now, Xu Yongzheng recalled the situation just now, and a cold sweat broke out. The wound was not deep enough, the location was not fatal enough, but it was not Liang Xiong's subordinates showing mercy. In the process of observing Liang Xiong's iron tree and silver flowers, he found that there was a little bit of white immobility, and after a while, he decided that it was a flaw, so he aimed his sword intent at that point and went straight forward to kill.

Unexpectedly, that is the essence of Liang Xiong's artistic conception of the iron tree honeysuckle, that bit of white is clearly the budding honeysuckle, the movement is quiet, and the killing machine is there. It's ridiculous to be regarded as a flaw now. When Xu Yongzheng broke through the void light of the iron tree and silver flower, he realized that he had made a very serious mistake. His chest was facing the tip of Liang Xiong's spear, and seeing that the spear passed through his chest and he was about to die under the gun, he made the most correct decision in a panic.

His sword power had never really cut through the river, so naturally it had not been exhausted. His swordsmanship was originally to control the enemy, but when he was alive and dead, if he couldn't wield a sword to protect himself, then he would swing a sword to kill someone.

Ask for a sword for your life, no matter where Huangquan is.

Therefore, his original three-foot-long sword body suddenly increased by a few points with the momentum of the must-kill sword.

The sword shape is solid, and the sword has no return.

Liang Xiong's arc gun may be fatal with one shot, but in the face of this sword that seeks death, it doesn't seem to be a fast sword, and he has a sense of danger.

He wasn't going to gamble with his life, and he wasn't going to gamble with his own hands. So his gun didn't retreat though. But it changed suddenly, changing the poke to the stroke, intending to dodge the sword.

How can Xu Yongzheng allow Liang Xiong to change, his sword wants to kill, his sword momentum kills, and his sword intent wants to kill. His whole momentum was also killing, and he picked up his sword, no longer like a blunt weapon, but wielded his sword qi. Liang Xiong's right hand barely slashed through the spear, and his left hand tried to shake the sword away.

The next thing was two loud noises that shook the ears.

The iron tree is cracked, and the silver flower is broken.

The river dried up, and the greatsword was shaken open.

Liang Xiong's left hand was injured by the vertical and horizontal sword qi, and blood flowed.

Xu Yongzheng's chest was slashed by the blade of a gun, and it was strong to the bones, and it was also bleeding nonstop.

This time it was really Liang Xiong who won.

Liang Xiongshi wants to win and survive, so he doesn't want to hurt himself. However, it still hurts.

Xu Yongzheng begged for death and injury, so he spared his life, so he was defeated in the end.

Liang Xiong shook his right arm at will, and his injured left hand touched the barrel of the gun and moved towards the blade.

Blood seeped into the blade of the spear, and the blade of the spear naturally turned from white to red, and the body of the spear turned dark red in a moment.

He is obviously not tall, but he leans over and stares, giving people the illusion of condescension. He is thin, but he is full of arrogance, giving people a solemn sense of being on the battlefield.

After many years, Liang Xiong finally entered the realm he was familiar with, a familiar world. The world was blood-red, like thick ink spreading out in water, slowly spreading out. Xu Yongzheng was forced into this world in this way.

In his eyes, Xu Yongzheng seemed to have come to a scarlet world.

The scarlet is not the brilliant red of the mountain flower, not the red of the dye, but the red of the bone marrow, the red in the human body, with a pungent fishy smell.

That's blood. That's blood red. It also represents killing.

In this world, there is blood, pungent nose, and a smell that comes to the face.

In this world, there are corpses everywhere, stacked on top of each other, some with mutilated hands and feet, some without heads, and some brutally divided into several pieces.

In this world, there is no other color except blood red, which is blood red. It's not that you have a red veil over your eyes, the world is like that.

When Xu Yongzheng saw this scene, a wound in his heart was cruelly aroused, he pressed his head painfully with one hand, his expression was hideous, his eyebrows were twisted together, and he looked extremely struggling.

Liang Xiong was only a few dozen steps on the opposite side, wearing blood-red armor and holding a blood-red spear, and there seemed to be thousands of Yin soldiers behind him. He rode on the war horse, and with an order, thousands of troops and horses stepped on and crushed Xu Yongzheng, both in his will and in his body.

And everyone in the audience was fortunate not to experience this kind of crisis, but they didn't know why, thinking that it was Liang Xiong's artistic conception that wanted to kill people. Mu Yingshu, the head of the family, has been practicing for many years, and at this moment, his eyes are also covered with a piece of red gauze, and he only sees a hazy blood red, thinking that Liang Xiong's secret method is the result. And Yan Zhutian was very fond and excited about the strong killing intent that Liang Xiong exuded, as if he also wanted to experience this world. This killing intent is very heavy, but it is not very condensed. As a martial idiot, Yan Zhutian is very itchy. Mu Chengze stared intently, as if he wanted to see through the red mist.

Blood Spear, that's just the name of his spear.

And his title is the Lord of Blood Spears, but no one in the rivers and lakes can tell the difference. It's just that he simply thinks of him as a human gun, the blood gun is a part of Liang Xiong, but not all of Liang Xiong, and these, Liang Xiong obviously hasn't forgotten. As the lord of the blood spear, he is also the lord of all horsemen. The bloody spear in his hand is raised with the blood of ten thousand people. This world is also a collection of grievances of thousands of people.

Xu Yongzheng has nowhere to escape, nowhere to avoid. There were soldiers on all sides, so he chose to kill them. He woke up from his memory, secretly reciting the nameless heart formula, and his heart gradually became clear.

"Murderous aura, evil aura, cultivated with blood, the initial form is not real, the back surrounds the body, its own condensation, and the force is wielded. The great achiever, if the momentum is to carry the people, to take people, shocking, with soldiers, invincible. ”

"Those who break the enemy are not afraid of all forces, and they are not afraid of victory, and they are not afraid of death and do not seek survival. ”

Xu Yongzheng remembered what was written on the mountain wall, looked at his chest, quickly stood still, took out a token-shaped thing from his arms, and slowly drove the artistic conception.

This time it is neither to intercept the river nor to cut off the river, but a new artistic conception --- Zhiyue.

Folding, which can be understood as breaking, twisting. Yue is a huge mountain range.

In ancient times, there were giants, whose bodies were as high as the sky, and whose strength was immeasurable. The arm is waved to break the mountain, and the mountain is broken at the waist, and its marks are like mirrors. The giant senses, knows its sharpness, feels its momentum, weighs it with his hands, and caresses it. The arms are like soldiers, like knives and swords, and then there are the first generation of soldiers, which are extremely sharp.

With the momentum of the sword, the mountain is broken.

At this moment, there seems to be a big mountain behind Xu Yongzheng, which is towering to the sky. Xu Yongzheng's expression was serious, and the giant sword in his hand had a snowy silver light flashing, and under the edge, in a trance, a light flashed like lightning. Heaven and earth are silent, the mountain is more than hundreds of zhang, the upper half of the mountain seems to be picked up by someone, and then it becomes smashed like a smash, every stone, every tree, every wisp of dust and smoke, are imitations of the way of heaven. The power of the Heavenly Dao, how can manpower defeat it.

As a result, the thousands of troops behind Liang Xiong could only be reduced to uselessness, reduced to the souls under the boulder, and died again.

There was no sound, but the floor of the martial arts hall was smashed to pieces, even if it was paved with marble, it had collapsed more than a foot, which was extremely shocking.

Liang Xiong's blood qi dissipated, and blood flowed from his eyes, no longer filling in his eye sockets, and what was even more terrifying was that the blood armor on his body was cracked inch by inch. The spear in his hand also lost the proud brilliance just now, perhaps because he was shocked back by the power of heaven and earth, and also buried the prestige of the blood spear.

The blood spear roared for a while, and finally fell like its master, hanging weakly.

Liang Xiong never imagined that Xu Yongzheng's artistic conception would be so majestic, he had only seen it once in his father, and it was still unforgettable. But his father was famous at that time, and Donglin was almost invincible.

"Such a majestic atmosphere, what kind of artistic conception. Liang Xiong asked in a hoarse voice as he supported his body with a spear.

"Origaku. Xu Yongzheng is not much better than Liang Xiong, and his spirit at this time is also a little sluggish.

"Good name, good mood, good momentum. Brother Liang said three good things in a row, and the praise is self-evident.

"It's a pity that I also borrowed external forces, not my own intention. ”

"So what, you've won. Liang Xiong was extremely honest. He has been in and out of the rivers and lakes for many years, so he naturally will not stick to winning without borrowing foreign objects. In his opinion, it is the same as weapons, even if it is a hidden weapon, there is no difference. "Then will you be able to use it yourself in your lifetime? It is a pity that such an artistic conception cannot appear in the world for the swordsmen of the world to admire. ”

Xu Yongzheng shook his head, nodded again, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his left hand.

"What did you see just now?" asked Liang Xiong, with some curiosity.

"Red, a piece of blood red, and a hatred and hatred that is so thick that you can't disperse. ”

"Then why aren't you afraid?" Liang Xiong then asked. He naturally didn't believe that this young man had seen such a purgatory scene before.

"I also walked out of a sea of blood, and I also fell asleep and fell asleep here, why should I be afraid?" Xu Yongzheng explained seriously.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to have this killing intent in your heart, this killing realm. On this road, you go farther and farther away, and finally lose yourself? At the end of hatred is only a river of blood, and the blood of the enemy, your own blood, the blood of your relatives, and even the blood of the innocent cannot be washed away under any circumstances. ”

Xu Yongzheng was silent, just staring at Liang Xiong.

"If you don't kill me, I will kill you. In that case, what are you waiting for? Why don't you get ready to collect my killing intent and take my life. ”

"To kill into the Tao, to blood as a slave, people and Buddhas are unstoppable, I am a demon. Haha, haha. ”

Liang Xiong looked crazy, as if he was threatening Xu Yongzheng, and as if he was making his last words, he was luring Xu Yongzheng to step on his road and be Xu Yongzheng's leader.

"My way, my way, I will choose myself, I will walk by myself, until I am washed with blood······" Xu Yongzheng said.

"So, for the best, very well. ”

"Come quickly, kill me, take away the killing realm. ”

Liang Xiong suddenly opened his arms and let go of his hands, and the blood spear finally fell to the ground unwillingly, but there was not much sound.

Xu Yongzheng understood his intentions, stepped forward, bowed, and gave respect to the gunman, and then resolutely swung his sword and slashed at Liang Xiong's chest, mercilessly.

Liang Xiong's pale face oozed a bleak smile, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he fell straight back.

The blood mist slowly dispersed, and an extremely shocking scene appeared.

Liang Xiong fell, and he was completely defeated, and he was completely defeated.

His death marked the end of a legend.

And Xu Yongzheng won, although the victory was miserable, but it also ushered in a rise to fame.

Because when he stepped on the stepping stone today, he announced that a new star had officially begun to rise.