Hua Xiong was very surprised, and wanted to shout Yang Zhi to run, don't come to give his life in vain, but the other party was so calm and unhurried, and seemed to be prepared.

"Huh, Brother Hua, what kind of expression do you have? How long have we not seen each other? Don't you know me anymore?"

Stretching out a hand towards Hua Xiong on the ground, Yang Zhi smiled and quipped: "If you don't know each other, it seems that it should be me, right?" After all, compared to you a day ago, your body has developed a lot now, it's like two people!"

"Hahaha...... Yang Zhi, there is really you, you can still talk and laugh at this time, no wonder the amount of alcohol is better than Lao Tzu, it seems that I have made a good friend, you kid has a bright future!" Hua Xiong was not angry when he was teased by Ling Zhi, he grinned and laughed, and then because of the scars that affected his whole body, he grinned in pain.

"Is that you?"

At this time, a cold voice sounded, but it was Bai Bing who looked at Yang Zhi with resentment after seeing the person who came clearly: "I remember, I reminded you in the martial arts arena, don't run into me in the game, now I didn't look for you, you actually came here first, okay, it's really good!"

Yang Zhi was stunned for a moment, a little unable to understand what Bai Bing meant, could it be that the knife he slashed just now was not powerful enough? Or is this chick already strong enough to ignore his own strength?

"I'm curious, why are you still smiling?" Yang Zhi asked, wondering in his heart.

"Don't put gold on your face, your first-level sixth-level cultivation is just relying on the high-level weapon in your hand, do you think you can bluff me by pretending?" Bai Bing said disapprerovingly, his eyes falling on the blood-drinking mad knife.

Everyone was in an uproar, and then they realized that the kid in front of him had borrowed the power of foreign objects.

Only in this way can it be explained, if it weren't for the power of the weapon, how could he, a mere sixth-level martial artist, be able to send out such a powerful sword as before?

"I almost lost my eyes, a low-level martial artist like you actually has such a divine weapon, it seems that you are not small!"

After Ge Shan dodged the earth-shattering knife, he was going to smear oil on the soles of his feet, but when he heard Bai Bing's words at this moment, he fell back stiffly, and looked at the long knife in Yang Zhi's hand with burning eyes.

"It's a pity, no matter how powerful a foreign object is, it's always a foreign object, just like a child's big sword, it can't exert its due power, this great martial artist-level weapon is a waste for you!" he said self-righteously.

"Great Martial Master-level Equipment?"

Looking at the saber in his hand, Yang Zhi suddenly felt like he couldn't cry or laugh.

Like the distinction of the realm of cultivation, the division of weapons in this world is also divided into multiple levels, corresponding to the realm of martial artists.

But the conscience of heaven and earth, his blood-drinking madness sword is really not a high-level weapon!

I remember that in the past, when I was still a transitional qi practitioner, in order to sharpen myself and earn the needs of myself and my mother's life, Yang Zhi secretly joined the Blood Chasing Alliance.

During that period of time, he obtained a lot of cultivation resources from that organization, and it was at that time that he collected materials and used the fire method to practice qi and refine the technique of refining weapons, and refined a sword that was quite handy.

The reason why it was named the Blood Drinking Maniac Knife is because the natal magic weapon before becoming a ground-level qi practitioner in his previous life was also called this name, if there was any difference, it was that when refining this knife, he carved into the two most basic magic circles.

The original intention was to be like the blood-drinking knife in the previous life, and to be able to use the enemy's blood to amplify the attack effect when fighting people.

It's a pity that because of its own lack of strength, this copycat version of the blood-drinking madness knife only got its way, and when attacking, it can release blood-colored red light at most, and as for drinking the enemy's blood for its own use, it is nothing.

That's it, but he was recognized by Bai Bing and others as a great martial artist-level divine soldier, and Yang Zhizhen didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Seeing Yang Zhi's sneering expression with a long knife, Bai Bing thought he was right, and the sarcasm in his eyes became more and more intense: "Originally, you killed my fifth uncle, and you made me lose face in Mingyue Restaurant, I should have killed you, but for the sake of you taking the initiative to send the knife, I can make an exception and leave your knife and token, get out!"

"Yes, I think with this knife, you should have done a lot of murderous things, hand over the token you obtained, and I can let you go. Ge Shan glanced at Bai Bing and echoed beside him.

"Brother......" Hua Xiong, who had never spoken, had a somewhat solemn face at the moment: "This time I have caused you to be tired, but don't worry, unless I die, anyone who wants to snatch your sword is a dream!"

After Hua Xiong finished speaking, a piece of sandstone armor that rose because of the martial spirit sparsely fell to the ground, and the whole person also returned to about one meter eight to normal.

Immediately, I saw him reach out and wipe the storage bag on his waist, and the next one, a purple bead the size of a baby's fist appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Tianleizhu?Huaxiong, you don't want to die?"

After seeing this bead, Ge Shan's face changed suddenly, not only him, but also Bai Bing and other companions on the side, their faces were also difficult to look at.

"Hua Xiong, do you really want to die? With your current strength, even if you detonate the Heavenly Thunder Bead, can you still escape the attack range of the explosion?" Bai Bing looked at Hua Xiong and said.

"Hahaha, what's the matter? The turtle sons now know that they are scared? Yes, the power of the thunder bead is within ten miles this day, if it is detonated here, with my current situation, it is indeed impossible to escape, but so what? If you want to rob my brother's divine soldier, don't you want to make Lao Tzu happy?"

Hua Xiong laughed loudly, and after speaking, he looked at Yang Zhi and said, "How is it?" Brother, are you afraid of death?"

"I'm afraid!"

"Huh, what are you talking about?" Hua Xiong's face froze, and he couldn't believe his ears.

"I'm afraid that you will die in vain!"

Yang Zhi scolded angrily, and before he finished speaking, his lips cracked: "Kill!"

The blood-drinking madness knife rolled up the boundless red murderous aura, and first locked towards Geshan.

"You're looking for death!"

Ge Shan's face suddenly turned cold, and while his body flew to the side, his mouth burst into shouting: "Huangquan slashes with a knife!"

A chilling sword light was born out of thin air, and in the air it gave birth to two, two and three, and three to all things, and in an instant, it had changed from one knife to an endless empty sword qi that covered the sky and the sun!

Heaven and earth change color, when the endless sword qi forms a sword light angry sea, it is really like the bitter sea of yellow springs, like the abyss like a prison, and it costs people's lives.

"Flashy martial arts, ruined the sword martial spirit, you also deserve to use a knife?" Yang Zhi sneered, ignoring the rain of swords, Ling Ran's swing did not stop for a minute.

Rumble!

Boom!

Double knife handover!

It is like a thunderbolt that breaks through the mountains, a domineering red knife, in the rain and tide of the Huangquan knife light, the momentum is like a bamboo, all the way forward, instantly rolling up the sky and clouds, so that the Huangquan knife rain that has changed the color of the world is also dyed with a layer of red blood.

When the earth returned to clarity, everyone saw the towering Geshan, lying on the ground like a rag bag, and around his neck, a blood-red and dazzling long knife.