Shocking, earth-shattering.

Emperor Wu Qing, with the most rapid momentum, almost tried his best, seized this golden opportunity, and took the life of the sick man with one sword.

The knife was ferocious, like a bamboo, the light of the knife split the air, and the blade slashed straight down.

Bang!

The Blood Dragon Knife, with an earth-shattering momentum, slammed into the place where the sick man stood, and the ground cracked instantly, with gravel splashing and dust all over the sky.

However, the sick man who was originally standing here has disappeared.

Shapeshift.

Although the sick man's illness was violent, his cough was extremely violent, and his condition was extremely bad, but at the moment of life and death crisis, he still made the most rapid response, and when Emperor Wu Qing slashed down, he used the fastest speed to change his shape and change his shadow, and dodged Emperor Wu Qingdi's fatal knife.

After the shift, the sick man was still coughing violently, coughing out of breath, but this time, the sick man divided his energy, he coughed, suddenly took out a delicate glass bottle from his pocket, and then, he poured the pill directly into his mouth and swallowed it quickly.

His movements were very fast, in one go, leaving no gaps, after swallowing the pill, the sick man's cough eased significantly, he seemed to have struggled back from the ghost gate, and now he was still bloodless and coughing, but compared to just now, his state was much better. At least, he didn't have a tendency to cough directly to the western sky, and he could breathe a sigh of relief.

But Emperor Wu Qing couldn't give the sick man a chance to breathe, he found a new position for the sick man, and immediately flashed his body and attacked the sick man again.

This time, Emperor Wu Qing's movements were faster and his offensive was more violent, in this battle of life and death for the entire Wu family, he couldn't have a trace of mercy, and he didn't care about any gentleman's way, he just wanted to take this opportunity to take down the sick man.

Take advantage of his illness and ask for his life.

With this surging momentum, Emperor Wu Qing instantly rushed to the sick man's body, and then, without saying a word, he raised the blood dragon knife and slashed at the sick man.

This knife also spared no effort, the knife momentum was wrapped in the power of infinite true yuan, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, and with the murderous aura of splitting the sky, it slashed at the sick man who was still coughing.

Bang!

The blood dragon knife slashed to the ground again, and where the sick man stood, it was as if it had been bombarded, and in an instant, it was a splash of rubble, dust, and cracking.

The sick man once again used the shapeshifting to dodge the more ferocious knife of Emperor Wu Qing.

After moving to a new position, the sick man was still coughing, but the cough had become very mild, he didn't choose to fight with Emperor Wu Qing head-on, he deliberately dodged while recovering his state, he needed to take advantage of this respite to control his condition and restore his combat strength.

Emperor Wu Qing split the air again, his face couldn't help but be a little solemn, he knew that the condition of the sick man was constantly improving, and there were not many opportunities left for him. So, without hesitation, he immediately launched a new round of attacks on the sick man.

This time, Emperor Wu Qing's offensive was coherent and domineering, he exerted his unlimited potential in this limited opportunity, he kept swinging the blood dragon knife, and slashed the sick man one after another. Every slash has the potential to destroy the world, and every time it is murderous and powerful.

However, no matter how fast, coherent, and swift Emperor Wu Qingdi's attack was, he couldn't hurt the sick man, and the sick man could always dodge in time to avoid the crisis at the most critical moment.

Everyone in the distance is about to die, the sick man is sick, what a rare opportunity, if Emperor Wu Qing can take advantage of this good opportunity to completely get rid of the sick man, all of them will be liberated, but on the contrary, even if the sick man is sick, he is still strong against the sky, he can dodge Emperor Wu Qingdi's strong and invincible attacks again and again, it can be said that if any person wants to be attacked by Emperor Wu Qing like this, he must have been chopped into mash of flesh a long time ago, but the sick man is unscathed.

Everyone knows that this is not that Emperor Wu Qing is not strong enough, but that the sick man is too strong, and this trend is desperate.

After dodging several rounds in a row, the sick man's coughing completely stopped, and his pale face also regained a little energy.

His illness has been brought under control.

His momentum was gradually exposed, his gaze became cold and cold, he looked at Emperor Wu Qing, and let out a gloomy voice: "It seems that you really want my life!" ”

When he said this, the murderous aura on the sick man's body faintly burst out, and in the depths of his eyes, there was still awe-inspiring anger, Emperor Wu Qing was aggressive, and one after another killed the sick man to chase after him, which had already made the sick man angry.

Emperor Wu Qing paused his attack and replied to the sick man: "You forced this." ”

After finishing speaking, Emperor Wu Qing stomped on the ground with one foot, and the ground shook violently, and the entire Wu family manor seemed to shake. In an instant, Emperor Wu Qing's whole person rose into the sky, rushing into the air, he clenched the blood dragon knife with both hands, and with the momentum of destroying heaven and earth, he slashed at the sick man below.

Rumble!

The knife is slashed, the air is broken, the wind and clouds change, and the sky and the earth are shocked. The person who holds the sword has the exclusive spirit of the world.

This knife is a real killer move.

The sick man obviously felt the monstrous murderous aura that Emperor Wu Qing had put out, and of course he also felt the earth-shattering power of the blood dragon knife, but he didn't dodge again, but punched into the sky and attacked out.

The moment the fist struck, a roar like a tiger's roar burst out from the mouth of the sick man:

"Dragonslayer!"

The sick man who was still entangled by illness just now, at this moment, it seemed that a different person was instantaneous, he woke up madly with the momentum of a tiger out of the cage, his eyes were red, exuding blood-colored light, his eyes were ruthless, as if he was going to devour all souls, his whole body erupted with overwhelming momentum, a terrifying true yuan, roared out of his fist, and fiercely met the blood dragon knife that was slashed down.

Roar!

The true yuan slashed by the blood dragon knife was like a giant dragon, and the dragon was roaring, and the power shook the sky.

The true yuan struck out by the dragon killer is a sharp weapon that specializes in fighting and killing dragons, and its power is earth-shattering and crying ghosts and gods.

The two true elements collided in mid-air, and suddenly, a giant dragon whimpered and screamed in the air, and the sound ran through the entire manor, and the Wu family manor seemed to have suffered a landslide and ground crack, hurricane and tsunami, thunder and lightning, and the end of the world.

Everyone watching from a distance seemed to be swept into the wind and waves, and everyone needed to support each other tightly in order to barely stand firm, but even if they stood firm, everyone felt that they couldn't breathe, their brains were dizzy, and even the world in front of them became a gloom, as if the whole sky was about to collapse.

This is really, the strongest fight.

The hearts of the audience were shocked.

After a while, it seemed that the sight in front of everyone's eyes gradually became clear, the dark clouds dispersed, and the light was restored, and everyone saw clearly that Emperor Wu Qing was still in mid-air, holding the blood dragon knife in a downward slashing posture, and the sick man was still in the posture of punching upwards and hitting the blood dragon knife directly, and the two of them seemed to be frozen, both of them were motionless.

The Blood Dragon Knife was in mid-air, and it couldn't be chopped, and Emperor Wu Qing's face had shown a slight look of difficulty, and he was still trying to make the Blood Dragon Knife continue to cut, but, no matter how hard he tried, this Blood Dragon Knife was blocked by the sick man's True Yuan, and it didn't move at all.

Time, as if pressing the pause button.

Everyone's hearts were tightly pinched, everyone could breathe now, but no one tried to breathe, everyone held their breath and stared at Emperor Wu Qing and the sick man.

"Dragon Slayer, Break!"

Suddenly, the sick man's eyes lit up and he shouted.

Immediately afterwards, the true yuan that was struck out of the sick man's fist, as if it was powerful, suddenly enlarged, and rushed straight towards the blood dragon knife.

This is the power of the Dragon Slayer, and it is also its most powerful point.

Rumble!

The Blood Dragon Knife, which was frozen in mid-air, was suddenly bounced away by the huge True Yuan.

Emperor Wu Qing, who was holding the Blood Dragon Knife, was also bounced away.

Bang!

Emperor Wu Qing and the Blood Dragon Knife slammed to the ground together, making a loud bang.

The sick man didn't give Emperor Wu Qing the slightest chance to breathe, and at the moment when Emperor Wu Qing fell to the ground, he swept his figure and rushed towards Emperor Wu Qing with lightning speed.

In the past, Emperor Wu Qing took advantage of his illness and forced him with a knife, but now, he wants to return a tooth for a tooth and press Emperor Wu Qing step by step.

Emperor Wu Qing smashed on the ground, the five organs seemed to be shattered, the dragon killer of the sick man was too powerful, Emperor Wu Qing was injured by the true yuan of the dragon killer, and his vitality was greatly damaged, he was in unbearable pain, and he was in pain, but he didn't have time to care about his injury, and felt that the sick man was attacking him, Wu Qing Emperor was desperate, and immediately stood up with the blood dragon knife.

The sick man rushed in, and without saying a word, he launched a strong attack on Emperor Wu Qing.

Emperor Wu Qing didn't care about his injuries, and he didn't have time to rest, so he immediately waved the Blood Dragon Knife and fought against the sick man.

The sick man's attack was fast and coherent, and the moves were fierce, and the momentum was compelling, he wanted to let Emperor Wu Qing have a good taste, and he was taken advantage of by someone to enter the feeling of being hit in a series of blows, he hit more and more ruthlessly, faster and faster, and his whole person's momentum was also skyrocketing, and he forced Emperor Wu Qing to almost have no room to fight back.

Emperor Wu Qing was seriously injured and completely passive, although he was still holding the Blood Dragon Knife, but he had no chance to take the initiative to fight back, he was attacked by the sick man and retreated again and again, his face showed an unprecedented solemnity and nervousness.

The faces of the onlookers also sank, Emperor Wu Qing looked so passive, so powerless, he had no strength to fight at all, the hope in everyone's hearts was getting smaller and smaller, everyone's worries were getting heavier and heavier, if it went on like this, Emperor Wu Qing would definitely be defeated!

Xia Mohan didn't know martial arts, but she also saw that Emperor Wu Qing seemed to be about to be overwhelmed, she was very worried, her face was full of anxiety, she had no choice but to secretly hope, hoping that Emperor Wu Qing could create another miracle and fight back.

Wu Tian's brows were tightly wrinkled, he didn't seem to see a little hope anymore, before Emperor Wu Qing slashed the sick man in the air, it can be said that he made the strongest blow, but then he was counterattacked by the dragon killer of the sick man, Emperor Wu Qing was shot to the ground, the injury was definitely not light, he was now powerless to fight against the sick man, Wu Tian couldn't see any hope of victory from Emperor Wu Qing, his heart was desperate.

Just when Wu Tian was in despair, the sick man, who had been constantly attacking, suddenly changed his offensive.

His speed, without warning, slowed down, his attack also slowed down, he no longer pressed step by step like before, but the sick man who slowed down the offensive was even more terrifying to Emperor Wu Qing, because his attack was slow, but it was powerful and heavy, and every move he made now was like a huge mountain collapsing down, and the thick and heavy True Yuan that was wrapped in it brought people an unparalleled sense of suffocation.

Emperor Wu Qing now has a chance to breathe, and he has enough time to deal with the sick man's moves, but the difficulty is too great to deal with, and every time he fights, he has a little more oppression and difficulty.

Soon, cold sweat broke out on Emperor Wu Qing's face, and he had already begun to show weakness.

Seeing this, the sick man smiled evilly, and then quickly stopped.

"Devouring Palm!"

With a loud shout, the sick man jumped up suddenly, jumped into the air, and turned his palm into a knife and slashed at Emperor Wu Qing's head.