"You have a lot of appetite."

Zhang Tu seemed to have completely let down his guard, inserted the sharp knife into his back belt, and took another step forward.

The distance between the two was originally just over two feet, but the hero did not retreat this time.

"My mother said that men eat all directions."

"Then did your mother tell you how much ability you have and how big a bowl of rice you eat?"

Zhang Tu tried to take another step.

The hero stretched out his hands: "I alone is stronger than all night owl spies, am I not qualified to eat in the same pot as Brother Zhang?" ”

"In terms of ability, you're definitely qualified." Zhang Tu nodded, "It's just a pity ......"

When he said the end of the word "pity", his strong body had already come to the hero like an arrow from the string.

"It's stupid!"

His expression was hideous, and his big fan-like hands clenched into fists and smashed into the hero's head.

If he is smashed, no matter how hard his head is, he will have to turn into a rotten watermelon.

So, the hero raised his arm and grabbed his fist at once.

"There is actually a five-grade cultivation, it's a pity to be a butcher."

Zhang Tu looked stunned, withdrew his fist, and at the same time drew the sharp knife behind his waist with his other hand, slashing towards the hero's neck.

The hero raised his head to avoid the tip of the knife, and still smiled: "The movements are fast, the moves are ruthless, and they go straight to the point, without the slightest drag, it seems that they don't practice with pigs on weekdays." ”

As he spoke, Zhang Tu shouted, his body swelled violently, and the sharp knife cut out countless phantoms, and the cold light bloomed like a white flower, stabbing at the hero's upper body with great speed.

The hero retreats while talking, does not parry, does not fight back, and his demeanor is relaxed and lazy, as if he is striding forward.

After making dozens of moves in a row, but he couldn't even touch the opponent's clothes, Zhang Tu finally gave up his illusions, suddenly retracted his knife and retreated, and returned to two feet away, looking at the hero with a solemn expression.

"Who the hell are you?"

The hero just asked, "Finished fighting?" Does that answer my question? ”

Zhang Tu was silent for a moment and said: "Young man, you don't know what you are facing at all, if you still care about your own life, then quickly forget everything you know, run as far as you want!" ”

The hero sneered: "Why, you can't kill me, you want to scare me?" ”

Zhang Tu shook his head and said very seriously: "I saw that you have such a cultivation at a young age, it is not easy, it is not worth burying your life in greed." ”

Huh? Is this person actually sincere and serious?

A guy who kills people without blinking begins to discover in his conscience, which is simply the greatest humiliation of the four words "professional ethics"!

The hero sighed: "It seems that I don't have the talent to eat with my mouth, and I still have to do it in the end, which is too inconsistent with my personality."

Well, not elegant enough! ”

Before the words fell, his person had disappeared from Zhang Tu's eyes.

Zhang Tu was shocked, and his first reaction was to turn around, but before his muscles could be fully mobilized, a strong force accompanied by severe pain came from the back of his heart.

Bang!

He spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his tower-like body flew straight out more than three feet away.

Between the realms of cultivation, the gap between each layer is like a moat, insurmountable. At least in a head-on encounter, the sixth rank is stronger than the fifth rank, without exception.

Zhang Tu struggled to get up, but suddenly a pair of feet fell quickly from mid-air and stepped heavily on his lower back.

He let out a terrible scream, and instantly lost sensation in his lower limbs.

It was clear that his lumbar spine had been completely broken.

The hero crouched down next to his head and watched as he coughed up blood one by one, mixed with some solids, I don't know if it was a fragment of internal organs.

"Seeing that you are so miserable, then the little brother of Shiguan Qian will not want it, keep it for you to treat your injuries! As long as you answer the question obediently, I will spare your life. ”

"Are you ......" Zhang Tu struggled to raise his face and asked with blood-red eyes, "Who are you?" ”

"Your sister! Convinced, it's so fucking persistent! ”

Shaking his head, the hero took off his felt hat and removed the mustache from his lips.

"You can kidnap so many noble children, you should know my face, my surname is Ying."

Zhang Tu looked at him in disbelief for a while, and suddenly grinned with a blood-red mouth, weird and terrifying.

In an instant, the alarm bell in the hero's heart rang out, and he took out the god-killing knife and slashed it without thinking about it.

The blade of the knife sank deep into Zhang Tu's neck socket, blood splattered, but he was still laughing, black hard hairs came out of his face, and his hands supported the ground, and he slowly climbed up.

The hero was shocked and wanted to draw his knife and retreat, but found that he couldn't.

Zhang Tu actually clamped the blade of the knife with his shoulder blade!

The hero simply let go, retreated a few feet, and looked at Zhang Tu who was changing little by little with a gloomy expression.

There is no need for an answer to the question, behind Zhang Tu, it can only be the Dao of Divine Grace!

After a few breaths, Zhang Tu's body was more than a foot taller out of thin air, and his figure was at least twice as strong, his body was covered with black hard hairs, his ears ran to his head, his eyes were red and crazy, his nose was thick and short, and his two lower fangs turned out of his upper lip, and he suddenly turned into a humanoid wild boar.

This honest butcher who has lived in the southwest of Shuangzhou City for half his life turned out to be the product of God's grace and God's creation!

In other words, a pig orc lives by killing pigs, is this a deliberate irony?

Zhang Tu pulled out the knife on his neck socket and raised his head to the sky and let out an angry roar.

The hero's face suddenly became a little gloomy again.

The Divine Killing Knife did not have the slightest effect on Zhang Tu, which showed that his strength was at least in the Grandmaster Realm, and with reference to the characteristics of the orc race in the Kunlun Mountains, it was not impossible for a celestial or even a saint to be possible.

It's too big, and the six-grade cultivation is definitely not enough to see, do you want to transform into horse monkey soju?

The hero has some concerns. Because he remembered a guess when he talked to Bai Shan-kun - it is likely that the people of the divine grace would know that he would be tested by the gods in the mountains.

If he transforms into and kills Zhang Tu today, then the Divine Grace Dao will immediately be sure that he has inherited the inheritance of the Great Emperor and Taishan, and his true cultivation has reached the level of demigod.

Nine times out of ten, they will attack him frantically, unscrupulously.

Thinking that the Divine Grace Dao could easily manipulate ten demon generals to betray at the same time, and their parents and sisters were still in the dark, the hero shuddered.

No, I'm not afraid of ten thousand in case, I must not use the strength of the gods on the ground, at least I can't kill Zhang Tu easily.

In the flash of light, the hero made up his mind, and Zhang Tu had already rushed to him like a locomotive, raised his god-killing knife, and quickly cut it down.

Swish!

He slashed into the air.

It's not that the hero hides quickly, it's that he has no knife in his hand.

The hero is the master of the gods, and he can control it with his mind alone, and he just left the knife on Zhang Tu's body and did not pull it out, for this moment.

When Zhang Tu's arm fell, the god-killing god flew up, drew a semicircle in the air and flew back, stabbing into his back.

However, I don't know if it's because his wild boar is born with rough skin and thick flesh and high defense, or if he has any special ability, the tip of the god-killing knife only pierced more than an inch, and it can no longer be pierced.

"Useless stuff."

The hero scolded angrily, and with a wave of his arm, the god-killing knife turned into a black meteor and flew away into the distance.

Zhang Tu let out a wild laugh, and his big hand slapped down like a giant hammer, and the momentum sank.

"Die!"