The blade rotated, swirling into a small storm between the two, the strong knife wind and strength emitted bursts of palpitating "poof" sounds, the air was extremely compressed, like a real bullet, the ground was covered with a dense layer of bullet holes, and the surrounding trees were also affected, and the broken wood and branches were splashed all over the place, and the skin and flesh of the beaten were opened. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Qin Hao's steps were like splashing water, dazzling with a shadow, and the broken footsteps were in a narrow to extreme range, dodging left and right, constantly changing.

His body is also like a patient with epilepsy, his whole body shakes at high frequency, his size and figure are also up and down, fat and thin, and the most bizarre thing is that his body is like a boneless snake demon, winding and twisting into all kinds of incredible shapes.

The blade was cold and the wind blade was dense, but it couldn't hurt a single hair on Qin Hao's body.

He is like the most sophisticated instrument, always able to lock the dodge channel from the countless wind blades by a fraction of a second, and it feels like he is dodging at all, but as if countless wind blades are deliberately avoiding him, everything is like a script that has been rehearsed thousands of times before.

Even if another 10,000 years pass, the sword wind will always deliberately avoid those who dodge, and will never make a mistake.

And the most striking thing is his left eye, a ruby-like eyeball, bright as blood, exuding a strange light, a black windmill phantom reflected on the pupil, like a black hole, distorting the line of light, mysterious, weird, deep, wild.

Every moment in Qin Hao's mind, there are tens of thousands of dismantled images arranged together in a complex and mysterious pattern, as fast as a flash of lightning, and then reassembled into a single image, which contains the result of everything, not the present, but the next moment of this world.

To be exact, in front of him, without cutting off a moment's movements, everything, the relaxation of every pore, the movement of every musculoskeletal piece, the movement of every drop of chakra, the trajectory of every trace of airflow, all this has been predetermined, as if there is an invisible big hand, everything he sees in his eyes is running as he prescribed, without the slightest deviation.

It was like the gods fiddling with the trajectory of fate.

In his eyes, the world is both the past and the future!

"I see that everything is the past, and it is the future!" There were not too many descriptions and explanations, only such a line of annotations appeared in Qin Hao's mind, and he whispered silently.

All the words in the world are not enough to describe one ten-thousandth of the domineering, indifferent, and noble in it.

"The world is in my hands!"

Qin Hao laughed loudly, the blood in his body had already been stimulated by the medicinal power to boil like magma, and the black hair on the top of his head seemed to be burned red, and the roots stood upside down, like a red-hot soldering iron.

As soon as he shook his palm, the blood vessels were hideous, prominent, and cracked, and the blood was like boiling water, like blood-colored arrows, with gusts of fishy wind crashing into the cold knife qi in the air, making a sizzling corrosive sound.

This unknown green blood pill is really terrifying, until this moment, the medicinal power is still like a rushing tsunami, giving birth to all the potential in Qin Hao's body, turning into real power, he feels that every cell in his body has become a small nuclear reactor, desperately generating and releasing energy.

While feeling the terrifying power in and out of his body, his body was undergoing severe tests every minute and every second, and there was a risk of collapse at all times.

To vent, he needs to vent, to vent the power that can no longer be stuffed in his body.

With his body stepping back, his arms pulled back, like two straight big bows, Qin Hao let out a loud shout, and threw hundreds of punches in the air in an instant.

The hundreds of millions of nuclear reactors in the body seemed to have been detonated, and the endless power finally found an outlet for catharsis, like a flood that opened the floodgates, with Qin Hao's fist, like the Milky Way falling for nine days, it fell to the ground with a bang.

A vigorous force exploded at the tip of his fist, and hundreds of dense fist shadows were connected together, and countless blood arrows were like dotted sparks wrapped around the fist shadows.

The air trembles and compresses, and there is no need for ninjutsu, just simple muscle power, and the most simple and crude chakra release, which is comparable to the destructive power released by ninjutsu.

Blood is like an arrow, acting as the vanguard in the front, impatiently taking a step forward, shooting forward, and colliding with the sword wind.

It seems to be a guided missile, with a locking function, every blood arrow will inevitably hit a knife wind, some blood arrows hit a knife, and more at the same time several blood arrows dissolve a knife wind.

The writing wheel eye of the three hooks brings not only the subtle observation, but also the unparalleled calculation and control, which is equally applicable to both friend and foe.

Every muscle, every drop of blood, how to exert force, what angle to exert force, what kind of results will be caused, as long as Qin Hao thinks, all the trajectories will be calculated at a speed comparable to lightning, and then his extremely strong body at the moment will be perfectly presented.

This feeling of being so powerful that he is in control of everything is fascinating and intoxicating, Qin Hao laughed loudly, and the magatama in his left eye exuded a faint light.

Unlike the lightning-fast images in his mind, what he saw in his left eye was the image of a turtle moving at a rapid pace, like a rapidly spinning "windmill" that made time stand still.

One fast and one slow, this contrast to the extreme, brought the incomparably inflated self-confidence in his heart, he laughed wildly, and the despair and depression that he was almost killed just now were all swept away.

The black magatama and red eyes reflect an incomparably colorful world.

Slowly, as if pressing a slow-forward videotape, the red blood collided with the wind blades like transparent water waves with great accuracy, and a white curve with the thickness of a finger flowed along the body of no longer chopping, and it was the opponent's strong chakra that followed the decapitation knife, and the small black flames splashing around Qin Hao's fist were the strong chakras in his body like a volcanic eruption.

In the eye of the writing wheel, there is nothing invisible in the world, all of them are tangible colors, and they can be seen at a glance.

Punch and punch again, Qin Hao looked at his slow fists, hundreds of them were connected, and the transparent water-streaked air in front of him rippled one after another, like a glass mirror that had been hit by a sharp blade, and the cobweb-like cracks cracked open, and in an instant, they shattered into countless narrow fragments, and shot out backwards.

Qin Hao blinked his left eye, and saw in his right eye, and without a shock, his strong body flew out upside down, and countless blood lines on his chest exploded.

The decapitation knife was inserted into the ground, and a deep ravine was drawn along the ground, and the bandage on the top of the head was cut off and fell to the ground, and a strange pattern was imprinted on the opponent's eyebrows, strange and evil!