With the black tiger's low roar, Han Feng only felt that his surroundings were suddenly surrounded by a hideous red, and the whole world fell into a piece of color. The tall body of the black tiger turned into a black shadow and rushed towards him.

Han Feng wanted to raise his hand to defend with the Ben Thunder Sword, but he felt like his body had gravity like a thousand catties, and he couldn't lift his arm at all. Sweating profusely, he struggled, and before his arm could be raised to his chest, a cold light flashed from the left side and slammed into Han Feng's waist.

"Poof!"

Han Feng only felt a sharp pain in his waist and abdomen, and the Iron Cloth Shirt Technique that was running at full strength only felt that it was shattered in an instant, and the whole person flew out to the right.

Han Feng used the momentum to finally fly out of the control range of the black tiger's aura, so that he had the opportunity to take a good look at the state of the black tiger.

I saw that there was a faint black gas floating out of the black tiger's body, and a dazzling red light flashed from time to time in the black gas, which disappeared in a blink of an eye. The black tiger himself was carrying the blood, bowing his head and panting heavily, a drop of sweat from his sideburns slowly swept across his cheeks, flowed through his chin, and slowly dripped down, and was instantly evaporated by the black gas in mid-air.

"Hey, hey! Rejoice! Rejoice! The black tiger roared at the sky, "Wipe out the world's masters!" It's my Black Tiger's pursuit! Want to save both of them? Let's go in the next life! My black tiger is the number one in the world! No one wants to surpass me, don't even think about it! "The Black Tiger raised his arms high and raised the Blood Demon Sword above his head, like a demon envoy from hell!

"Big Brother Black seems to be able to better control the Blood Demon Knife after being promoted to the eighth layer of cultivation!"

"yes, yes! It seems that the prestige of the Sanhedrin of our God will rise up tonight! How lucky I was to join the guild in the first place! ”

Looking at the performance of the black tiger in the audience, even Wu Yongyong, who had been recording on the watchtower, looked at everything off the field excitedly, completely forgetting that Wang Qiang and Gao Jun around him had spit out the rags.

"Old Han! Hurry up, get out of the fight, there's no need to make unnecessary sacrifices, we'll be automatically reborn tomorrow at most, it's okay! Wang Qiang roared hoarsely, because the distance was a little far, his throat had already burst out, and a mouthful of bloody saliva spit came out.

"Old Han! Get out, you can't beat this guy! When he was at the seventh level of the body refining period, this guy was already one of the best masters in the vicinity! Now it's up one level, let's go! ”

Gao Jun rarely spoke, most of the time, he kept his thoughts in his heart, and at the moment, he didn't care about anything else, and frantically persuaded Han Feng.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Han Feng coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, and finally opened up the knot in his chest, stuck the tip of his sword into the ground, and slowly stood up with his body propped up. Looking down at the wound on his waist, and then looking at the bloody knife in the hand of the black tiger, he shouted in his heart that he was lucky, just now it should be the black tiger that burst out in an instant, and it was too late to control it, and the bloody knife in his hand was to make a move with the back of the knife, just to break the defense of his iron cloth shirt and shock himself away. If he had slashed with a blade, he would have been split in two at that time, and blood would have been splattered on the spot.

But luck is also part of strength, since God doesn't let me die, then I have to work hard to live!

"I, Han Feng, ...... today Cough...... Even if you die, you will die in ...... Cough...... Die on the way to battle! Drink! ”

Han Feng told Wang Qiang and Gao Jun that they didn't have to persuade themselves anymore. It can be regarded as telling the opponent that today, either you die or I die!

"Dancing and Falling!"

The Dao Dao sword turned into a shock wave of the essence surname and stabbed towards the black tiger's body. The sword glow shining with cold light, the moment it approached the black tiger's body, it actually disappeared like this, disappearing completely. The black tiger himself, on the other hand, was still intact and breathing in place, without making a defensive gesture.

"What's going on?"

Han Feng rushed to half of his body and hurriedly retracted it, looking at the black tiger in front of him with a look of disbelief.

Just when Han Feng stood still, the black tiger finally relieved himself, slowly raised his head, and looked at Han Feng with a mocking expression, "Boy! Surprised, right? I'm still a master of you, so it's so vulnerable! It doesn't hurt to tell you, let you be a ghost, and when you see your black grandfather in the future, kowtow honestly three times, and the black grandfather will let you go! ”

As he spoke, the black tiger laughed, "This is the peerless learning I inherited from the dying bloody sword maniac, the blood knife intent, although my cultivation is not yet able to fully master this domineering technique, but dealing with a little thief like you is simply a tyrannical thing!" Come, kneel down and kowtow to Grandpa Black, Grandpa Black will give you a good time, and you don't have to suffer the pain of bloodshed! ”

"No wonder the God Guild dares to be so arrogant this time, it seems that it really has something to rely on! I'm sorry Brother Han, behind me, and the entire guild, I can only choose like this! An Wuxian stood aside and quietly watched the black tiger's every move, muttering to himself.

Tang Huo tilted his head to look at An Wuxian who was speaking, and then looked up at Han Feng, "Righteous enough, even if you know that you will die, you are still fighting, you are a man!" It's just that this black tiger is a trouble, it seems that Brother Han is in trouble today! ”

"They're not here yet?" An Wuxian suddenly asked Liu Jinghai inexplicably, but all he got was Liu Jinghai silently shook his head.

Hearing An Wuxian and Tang Huo's words, especially the pain of blood death mentioned by Black Tiger, Yang Xin'er looked at Han Feng in the distance worriedly, and prayed silently in her heart: Han Feng, you must be careful!

The black tiger is like this, since inheriting the bloody sword maniac tricks, he has been looking for masters everywhere to make moves. From the beginning to the present, no less than twenty masters of the seventh level of the body refining stage have already become revenants under the Blood Demon Sword, and all of them have suffered the pain of death after a drop of blood has flowed out. Whenever the Black Tiger is in an absolute advantage, it will hit the opponent psychologically like this, admiring the opponent's distorted face because of fear, and taking pleasure in it.

But just now, the information that Black Tiger got from Han Feng was not fear, but perseverance, an unyielding perseverance! Of course, this made the black tiger extremely unhappy!

At this moment, because of the instant outbreak of blood knife intent, the adverse effects produced by itself have slowly subsided. Because of the domineering momentum of the Blood Knife Intent, most of them need to accumulate a period of momentum before they can explode. Seeing that the opportunity was fleeting just now, the black tiger didn't dare to delay, and instantly broke out with bloody knife intent, lost his mind in a hurry, and used the back of the knife as a blade, although he successfully injured Han Feng, but because of his haste, it was useless to hit Han Feng hard.

"Blood Knife Intent!"

The restrained momentum of the black tiger's whole body suddenly burst out, and blood-red ripples surged out in all directions.

"The sea of blood is boundless!"

When the blood-colored ripples expanded to the maximum rhetorical question, the black tiger let out a loud shout, clenched the bloody sword in both hands, and rushed towards Han Feng in the air.

Han Feng, who was controlled by the blood-colored ripples, was once again like he was stuck in a quagmire, unable to move, his eyes staring at the black tiger rushing over.

Blood knife intent?

Knife intent?

Meaning!

Han Feng suddenly had some realization in his heart!

ps: The third update is here, and most of you support it~~, the newcomer bamboo thanked you~ The fourth update will be sent immediately.