The duration of Iron Man's Blessing is three minutes, which is short, but enough for a fight.

An Rui's right hand holding the sword moved to his side, and his wrist flipped, causing the sword to flip as well. Now it looked like his sword-wielding right arm was like an outstretched steel wing. Then he stretched out his left hand, put his four fingers together, and moved towards Sharod, signaling the other party to attack, which was a little provocative.

Sharod's pupils shrank slightly, like those of a cat, flickering in the night. His figure flashed suddenly, and his whole person turned into an afterimage, and the thundering sword in his hand pulled out a straight ray. When he reappeared, he had already rushed in front of An Rui and slashed the Thundering Sword in his hand mercilessly.

The thunder crackled, and the sound was like the song of ten thousand birds.

Anrui barely kept up with Sharod's speed, but his body didn't have time to react, let alone dodge. At the last moment, he raised his left arm, using a fleshy arm to fend off the ferocious attack.

"Ding!"

The sharp blade glowing with blue light and lightning slashed hard at An Rui's left arm, and when the two touched, there was a sound of gold and iron, and even a little spark was rubbed.

Blood spilled out, and a straight line of blood formed under the blade, but the wound was not deep, it was only through the epidermis.

The Iron Man Blessing has worked, and it works wonderfully!

Sharod's brows furrowed slightly, and he suddenly used force in his hand, activating the ability of the Thundering Sword, causing the lightning on the sword's body to suddenly increase. Electric snakes danced wildly, wrapped around An Rui, and penetrated through the skin without mercy.

A tingling sensation spread throughout An Rui's body, his hair and sweat stood on end, and his skin was covered with fine goosebumps, but it was fine. The anti-lightning fruit also took effect at this time, greatly weakening the lethality of thunder and lightning.

The sword blade and the thunder and lightning, two powerful attacks destroyed An Rui, but he survived.

Sharod's face finally moved, showing a look of surprise.

Golden opportunity!

An Rui's mind flashed with inspiration, and he opened his mouth and unleashed a deterrent dragon roar at Sharod, who was close at hand.

"Ah! Cloth! Da! Ha! ”

Four scales with mystical dragon power spat out from the lips, forming a substantial sound wave that blasted towards Sharod.

Sharod was in a trance at this moment, but it was only for a moment, after all, his strength was there, plus he had been in a hundred battles and killed countless people, so he had a strong resistance to this kind of deterrent attack.

Before making a move, An Rui had already prepared for it, and knew that his move would not have much effect, so at the moment when he closed his mouth, he directly launched a counterattack and slashed the long sword he was holding at Sharod's neck.

Time seemed to slow down in an instant, turning into slow-motion images, and the blade of the sword slowly moved, drawing a dangerous trajectory, heading straight for Sharod's throat.

When the blade of the sword was only ten centimeters away from Sharod's neck, his distracted eyes suddenly shot out two rays of light and recovered.

"Ding!"

The thundering sword drew an arc of light and slashed at the long sword in An Rui's hand, and the tip of the sword broke in response, flew far away, and disappeared into the night, and the wound at the fracture was unusually smooth, like a mirror. The Thundering Sword is not only capable of releasing lightning, but also has a remarkable sharpness.

After failing to strike, An Rui frowned, immediately retreated, and protected his chest with his sword.

Sharod gave hot chase and unleashed a powerful skill to attack the retreating An Rui.

The two fought fiercely, and they went back and forth with each other, and the fight was extremely fierce. The sword light and lightning flashed endlessly, illuminating the night sky, and the sound of gold and iron clashing came out frequently, some of which were swords and swords colliding, and some were swords colliding with bodies.

Sharod's body was as fast as a ghost, and he frequently launched attacks around An Rui, and if it weren't for the help of the blessing of the Iron Man, An Rui would have been killed long ago. Rao is like this, An Rui also suffered a lot, more than a dozen wounds were cut by the blade of the sword, his clothes turned into strips of rags, and blood stained his whole body.

The battle began to evolve into a one-sided situation, with Sharod having the absolute upper hand, suppressing Anrui to the death, his attack like a raging storm, and Anrui was a flat boat that could capsize at any time in the rainstorm.

When Sharod found that his attack was difficult to achieve lethal results, he shifted the focus of his attack and began to focus on some weak points on Anrui's body, such as his eyes, throat, and so on. Even if these places are protected by the blessing of the Iron Body, their defense will not be so strong, and it is impossible to withstand the attack of the sword.

Sharod's targeted attack made An Rui suffer even more, fell into a dangerous situation, and was almost pierced in both eyes.

There were bursts of stinging pain from the wounds all over his body, and the fierce attack completely forced An Rui to a desperate point, and in this extreme situation, he burst out with an unprecedented desire to survive, which turned into motivation and raging flames.

Dragon's Blood Fury!

In a hurry, An Rui stimulated the dragon blood in his body, and a force woke up in his sleep, the heat flowed in the veins, and the force roared in the muscles!

A pair of naked eyes turned red, like the condescending gaze of a dragon.

An Rui's strength increased suddenly, and he unleashed his battle technique Dragon Tooth Slash at Sharod, and one after another sharp energy crossed over, forming a huge dragon's mouth. In previous battles, he had also used this combat skill, but it was far less powerful than this time.

"Huh?" Sharod was moved again, and avoided this trick in a flash, unscathed, "Your strength is average, but there are a lot of means, if you don't show some real skills, you really can't clean you up." After he settled, he said calmly.

An Rui missed the blow and glared at Sharod with a slightly hideous expression.

"This battle should be over, let you see what is called a combat skill." Sharod let out a loud shout, stepped out with his right foot, jumped into the air as hard as he could, jumped all the way above An Rui's head, and then aimed the thundering sword at An Rui below, ready to attack.

When An Rui saw this scene, he immediately moved the idea of dodging, but after all, he slowed down.

"Thunder Rain Cut!" Sharod aimed at An Rui below, and stabbed the thundering sword in his hand continuously, and each time he stabbed out, the sword body would release a sharp energy. The energy and the electric mangs merged into one, rushing towards An Rui in a tortuous serpentine trajectory, one after another.

The power of the lightning poured down like raindrops, enveloping An Rui and tearing apart his clothes and flesh.

An Rui had no power to resist, so he could only resist with his sword and retreat step by step. If it weren't for the protection of the blessing of the Iron Body, he would have been torn apart by the power of the lightning by now.

Sharod's attack lasted for a few seconds, during which he stabbed at least dozens of swords, and this explosive combat skill was a lot of consumption even for him. With the last sword stabbed, he fell from the air, stood firm, his chest rising and falling, trying to steady his rapid breathing.

Looking at An Rui again, he was already embarrassed by this time, covered in wounds, and the ground under his feet was cracked, and the cracks stretched to eight yards away.

"Drip ......"

There were countless loud and small sounds around, mixed with the sound of blood dripping, and the blood fell to the ground and slowly spread.

This round of attacks just now dissolved An Rui's dragon blood rage, and the fierce and galloping dragon blood had already flowed out of the wound. The blood-red color of his eyes had slowly faded. Without the help of Dragonblood's Fury, he had completely lost all odds of victory.

The effect of the Iron Body's blessing is also gradually decreasing, and it is only a few tens of seconds away from completely disappearing.

Failure is a foregone conclusion. There is no hope of winning.

"It's over, if you take it and confess your mastermind and all your accomplices, I can spare your life - at least not for now." Sharod's voice was cold, his breathing had been adjusted for a short time, and he raised the Thundering Sword again, making an offensive stance.

"No, it's not over yet." Anrui shook his head and took a step forward.

"You think you can beat me?" Sharod raised an eyebrow.

"I can't win against you, but I can still run." Anrui continued to walk forward.

"Hehe, with your speed, you can't escape from the palm of my hand at all, and I can easily catch up with you." Sharod sneered, as if he had heard a joke.

"Sometimes, it's not just speed that you can escape." An Rui stopped, leaned down as fast as he could, lifted up a stone slab that was pressed on the ground, and then jumped in without hesitation. A foul of smell rushed out of the hole, and it was disgusting, and it turned out to be a drain underneath.

"Poof!"

The sound of falling water sounded, and Anrui fell to the ground, his feet back on solid ground, and a bubbling river of sewage submerged his knees.

This outfall runs the entire length of the Iron Cannon Harbor and is used to drain stagnant water from the streets, and of course it is also used to drain sewage, so it smells quite bad.

Anrui didn't look up, ignored the choking smell around him, and strode forward to walk out of the water, with the sewage. He knew that he was gambling, and his heart beat unusually fast, like a war drum beating on the battlefield. He was betting on whether Sharod would chase him, and if Sharod was not willing to chase him, then he would win the bet, and if not, he would lose the bet. If you lose, you will die.

Outside the drain, Sharod jumped to the edge and looked down, looking for An Rui's figure, and found that he could no longer be seen, only the sound of rattling footsteps. Anrui didn't go far, as long as he jumped, he could easily catch up, catch him or kill him. It's easy to say, but ......

Sharod frowned and gagged his nose, and the four stinky places below looked like toilets, which made him retreat.

He's a ruthless man, that's right, killing someone is as easy as eating and drinking for him, but jumping into a place like a cesspool to kill someone is another matter. He still has this bit of self-esteem.

"You're lucky." Sharod gritted his teeth and crunched, but finally chose to give up and inserted the Thundering Sword back into its scabbard.

Anrui won the bet.