No, no, Jiang Nian's previous battles were almost always weak over strong, as if the potential was endless, and he always turned defeat into victory at the most dangerous moment.

If he wasn't a peerless master, he wouldn't have been able to do this kind of thing.

From the very beginning, he was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

Suddenly, Nan Zhaosong thought about it and overturned the previous inference, and the two thoughts kept fighting in his mind, causing him to be very confused and messed up.

Boom!

Suddenly, just as Nan Zhaosong was thinking nonsense, a loud noise came from the ring, which woke him up, and then quickly looked up.

I saw that in the ring, Jiang Nian's eyes suddenly widened, and then he shouted, the internal force in his body worked rapidly, the blood-golden light rose sharply, and Zi stood up.

Zhong Nie quickly pressed hard, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and in an instant, the clothes on Jiang Nian's body were cut one after another.

It didn't take long for Jiang Nian's body to be bloody.

Bang!

Jiang Nian and Zhong Nie exerted their strength again, and suddenly there was a loud noise, Jiang Nian's body sank, most of his legs fell into the ring, and the huge circular ring clicked one after another, and in the blink of an eye, with Jiang Nian as the center, a large number of spiderweb-like cracks quickly spread around.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Nian flew out of the rear like a scalper hit by a train, and almost flew out of the ring.

His face turned red, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood. The latest chapter has been uploaded

Zhong Nie turned around in the air several times, and flew high before he stopped his upward momentum, slowly fell, and stood on the ground.

Zhong Nie's face was slightly pale, obviously fighting against Jiang Nian this time, although it was not as serious as Jiang Nian's injury, but it also shook his qi and blood.

"Blood Yang Knife!"

Jiang Nian spit out all the blood in his mouth, and then rushed towards Zhong Nie as fast as he could, so fast that he turned into a shadow. At the moment when he was about to approach Zhong Nie, he jumped up, raised the blood knife, and used the internal force of his whole body to slash.

Brush Brush Brush!

In an instant, a large number of blood-golden sword shadows appeared around Jiang Nian's body, densely packed, like leaves on a tree.

The moment the blood knife in Jiang Nian's hand fell, the dense knife shadow quickly merged into the blood knife like an iron nail attracted by a magnet.

Airplanes...!

A slight energy fluctuation came out to the surroundings, making people feel terrified, the blood knife covered with blood-golden blades, it seemed to be very slow, but it was actually very fast.

It is precisely because the speed is too fast, so in the naked eye, the illusion is formed.

Zhong Nie was shocked in his heart, and without thinking much about it, he directly used the second form of the magic knife.

"The Devil's Way is rampant!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhong Nie swung his knife and swept forward, and the colorless blood-black demonic qi quickly fused together, forming a blood-black sword like a semi-ring.

The place where it passes, like the path of the devil, has no life to survive.

Bang!

The Blood Yang Knife and the semi-circular blood-black sword collided together, making a huge roar, and where they collided, a dazzling white light appeared.

The ring, which was already scarred, exploded directly at this moment, and huge pieces of rubble flew out in all directions.

"Amitabha, Maha is immeasurable!"

Master Wukong, put his hands together, and then said the Buddha's name, suddenly, the Buddha light around his body soared, in the Buddha light in the sky, as if there was a Buddha shadow, solemn, great, compassion, mercy, immeasurable.

The rubble that flew out in all directions seemed to lose its strength in an instant, and instead of rushing forward, it fell directly to the ground.

Master Wukong's shot, Nan Zhaosong and the mysterious woman, almost everyone looked at it, and the competition in the ring seemed to have lost its appeal.

Nan Zhao Song and the mysterious woman were shocked that the strength of Master Wukong was so powerful.

Shaolin really deserves to be the first sect of martial arts.

Immediately, Master Wukong said the Buddha name again, and the Buddha light in the sky quickly disappeared, and he also re-transformed into the image of the compassionate monk he had before.

Bang!

At this moment, this collision between Jiang Nian and Zhong Nie was once again approaching the end, only to see the Blood Yang Sword and the Demon Sword Sword consume each other, sending out an extremely strong energy aftermath.

The terrifying sword momentum and sword qi fused together, and if an ordinary second-rate martial artist approached, it wouldn't be long before it would be crushed into slag by the aftermath of energy.

After all, the Blood Yang Knife is only a supreme martial art, although it is paired with the supreme weapon Blood Knife, the power is greatly increased, but when it encounters an amazing magic knife, it does not have the slightest advantage.

In addition, Jiang Nian's internal strength cultivation is already lower than Zhong Nie.

The Blood Yang Sword was split by the Semi-Ring Sword, but the Half-Ring Sword also lost much energy and killed Jiang Nian.

"Break it for me, bloody knife knife technique!"

Jiang Nian quickly danced the blood knife, making the blood knife knife technique, the blood knife split, and collided with the semi-circular knife, the two sides were wiped out at the same time, Jiang Nian rolled a few times, and fell.

stepped on a ring gravel.

"Yes, you are really good, you can actually use the internal strength of a second-rate martial artist to cultivate and block my magic sword, although it is only the first two styles, but you are proud enough." Zhong Nie looked at Jiang Nian not far away, and said in a flat tone.

Although the meaning of the words was praise, no matter how Jiang Nian listened, he couldn't hear the taste of praise.

Jiang Nian smiled and said, "Although the magic sword is strong, it's a pity that your comprehension of the sword path is too poor, and blindly relying on martial arts moves will only make you taste failure." ”

"Maybe what you said makes sense, but it's a pity that you are in my third-type magic knife, and the ending is only hell, because this move is ruthless and unrighteous, slaughtering the seven emotions, and after using it, even I can't control it." Zhong Nie looked at Jiang Nian calmly and said, "I advise you, it's better to keep the knife in your hand, and then admit defeat and leave." ”

Jiang Nian smiled slightly, looked at Zhong Nie, and said, "Hearing you say that, do you mean to let me go?" ”

"Yes, because you're the first one to interest me." Zhong Nie nodded, surprisingly confident, as if he was telling the truth that had already happened.

Believe in your martial arts, trust in your own strength.

"It's just that I really want to test how strong your third-style magic knife is, and I believe that I will definitely win in the end!" The blood knife in Jiang Nian's hand made a buzzing sound, in response to Jiang Nian's fighting intent.

"You'll definitely regret it!" Zhong Nie raised his head, and at this moment, his eyes completely turned blood-red.

An extremely oppressive aura, centered on Zhong Nie, spread like a mist to the surroundings.

Jiang Nian's face sank completely, and the blood knife, which was still buzzing, was quiet, as if he was afraid, and felt the consciousness coming from the blood knife.

Jiang Nian's mood became even heavier.

"Huh, ......, the success or defeat is here."

Jiang Nian said as he withdrew the blood knife, and the weapon in his hand was replaced with an ordinary refining long sword.

The sword body is silvery-white, and the cold light is bursting.

"Sword?" Seeing the long sword in Jiang Nian's hand, a strange light flashed in Zhong Nie's eyes, and he muttered to himself, "It turns out that you are best at swordsmanship?" ”

"However, no matter how strong the swordsmanship is, in my demonic extreme, the end is only death."

When the words fell, Zhong Nie raised the knife in his hand.