"Look at the knife!" shouted violently, the iron knife stood up again in pain, the sharp blade fell from the sky, and under the infusion of power, the iron knife was confident that even a stubborn stone would be cut in two, if it hit Zhuo Tianfan, it would definitely be divided into two halves from head to toe. Zhuo Tianfan's repeated provocations have already exposed his murderous spirit, and he will not leave his hand again.

"Stubborn. ”

Four words, simple and direct, Zhuo Tianfanhuo rose to the sky, kicked out four feet one after another, the first two kicks were worthy of kicking the back of the knife, and the long knife flew past his ear to the extreme, cutting off a touch of hair by the way, but he did not stop because of this domineering power, and the last two feet kicked fiercely on the iron knife.

With the figure of the iron knife flying upside down, the fierce power erupted from Zhuo Tianfan's palm, and red flames burned his hair.

"Pong"

The iron knife fell to the ground, his face dusty, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Above his right hand, the red flame was scorching, and under the illumination of the flames, Zhuo Tianfan's cold gaze was revealed, his gaze swept around the limp iron knife, and a cold voice floated in: "No need for martial spirits, you have already lost." ”

Silence, simple words, but like a boulder pressing against the heart.

Being coldly stared at by a five-year-old child with such eyes, the pride of being a martial artist was defeated, and in his eyes, the iron knife changed, if the hatred and anger on his face just now had turned into a hot current and the excitement of the battle: "Boy, you are enough to force out my martial spirit, you can be proud." ”

The corpses all over the ground, in the midst of the bloodstream, the proud figure of the iron knife rose like a god of war, and the internal force sprayed wildly, like a torrent constantly oppressing Zhuo Tianfan's nerves, the sixth-level internal force.

At the sixth level, the gap between the Heavenly Martial Soul and the Earth Martial Soul is stronger than the Earth Martial Soul, how can it be the difference between a mere five and six?

Strength, it is precisely because of the strength of the sixth level that the difference between heaven and earth is determined!

Stepping into the sixth level, that is, entering the Heavenly Dao, the Heavenly Martial Soul is strong, and the combat power he possesses, how can Zhuo Tianfan, who is at the fifth level, think of it, he was stunned and felt the gushing internal force, and suddenly showed a wry smile, and muttered: "This time, it seems... Play big. ”

Footsteps, every step is like an internal force spurting outward, momentum, far above Zhuo Tianfan, the long knife, has turned red, as if calcined in a boiler, iron knife, striding forward, his expression changed, looking at the little person in front of him confidently, but the contempt and contempt just now have completely disappeared.

When a powerful warrior has a martial spirit, it will not be a competition, but a duel!

Looking at the iron knife in front of him, which seemed to have changed a person, Zhuo Tianfan quickly carried the opening heaven technique, and a cool air flow immediately rose from the dantian, slowly moistening the heart, which made his emotions stabilize, because the uneasiness caused by the strength of the sixth level gradually disappeared, but became extremely calm.

The boy's hands were on his knees, and although his immature body was thin, he stood as tall as a gun, watching the opponent in front of him, and one plan after another rose in his heart, and was quickly rejected.

In the face of strength, all tricks seem so powerless.

With the help of strength, Zhuo Tianfan's mind only had the four words of the essence of Taoism.

In the distance, the tall figure approached down-to-earth, his speed was not fast, but every step was so steady, and his momentum and internal force were also condensed in his continuous progress.

Zhuo Tianfan knew that once he came to his three meters, his momentum would reach its peak, but the internal force that surged out of him made it impossible for him to find a way to do it.

"Damn, fight. Under the strong pressure, Zhuo Tianfan couldn't help but scold to improve morale, like a latent tiger suddenly erupted, his body bounced, the whirlpool in his body rotated wildly, and the originally smooth body burst into a dazzling red light, and when the soles of his feet hit the ground, the rocks splashed, and the body rushed up, and the momentum reached its peak for a while.

With a light smile and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, the halo in front of the iron knife flickered, and a light in the shape of a long knife suddenly leaped into the long knife in his hand, his eyes were cold, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said hideously: "Little guy, die." ”

The long knife fell to the ground, and Zhuo Tianfan's right fist made a dull low sound.

"Ah" Zhuo Tianfan only felt a terrifying force suddenly burrow into his body, a heart-rending roar almost jumped out of his throat, his body was directly blasted away dozens of meters, and a mouthful of blood spit out from the corner of his mouth, directly injured.

"It's so strong. Zhuo Tianfan realized how terrifying the strength of the sixth level was, his hands hung on the ground, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth and falling to the ground, his bright eyes firmly stared at the enemy in front of him, such an enemy was beyond his imagination, and it was not until the real battle that Zhuo Tianfan could grasp the gap-like gap between the fifth and sixth levels.

Looking at Zhuo Tianfan who was flying, the iron knife finally took the lead for the first time in the battle, his face smiled coldly, and his mad eyes glared fiercely: "Don't take the sixth level too lightly." ”

The wind was whistling, billowing dust, and under the long hair, Zhuo Tianfan's black eyes were revealed, and in the clearness, a touch of stubbornness could not be ignored.

He slowly straightened his body, and under the change of his gaze, a huge power tiger quickly appeared, aiming at the martial soul, the power of the martial soul, strongly releasing his internal force, and he even faintly felt that he might have touched the threshold of the sixth level.

Iron Dao snorted coldly, his eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, if the martial soul just now was a martial saint blade, then what is this power tiger? But on the battlefield, he didn't think much about it, in his fists, the internal force condensed, and the long knife suddenly became red and bright, and suddenly shouted: "Iron knife, cut!"

The sixth-level airflow roared in, and under the blade, the wind had broken, and a strong sense of oppression struck.

Zhuo Tianfan suddenly felt that the internal force in his body disappeared instantly, and a three-foot-long jet-black stick quickly appeared in his hand, and all the airflow of the Burning Heaven and Hellfire was instilled, and he stubbornly guarded the cyan airflow, and a tiger roared and hissed, and suddenly disappeared behind the iron knife.

In the dantian, the god of fire suddenly raised Erlang's legs, and kept massaging his knees with a heavy sky-breaking hammer, and smiled: "This kid actually remembered the sky at this time, and broke the knife to find abuse." ”

"Against the sky, broken!"

Zhuo Tianfan roared, he didn't know whether it was useful to go against the sky, but he wouldn't let himself deal with the heavenly god soldiers with his bare hands, right?

"Bang!" The knives and sticks touched, and in an instant, a muffled sound seemed to sound between the ear drums, Zhuo Tianfan's body violently retreated and flew away, and when he flew back, his mind suddenly moved, and his eyes were dark: "Lihu, it's up to you." ”

The iron knife broke directly and shattered into pieces, and the iron knife muttered out a mouthful of blood: "My martial soul has been torn apart?"

Before he could sigh, the blue light flashed behind him, and a huge tiger's mouth appeared instantly, and the flames completely swallowed the entire head of the iron knife, and he couldn't dodge, and his body fell like a pile of soft mud.

Looking at this scene, Zhuo Tianfan spurted out a mouthful of blood almost uncontrollably, his eyelids contracted, huge consumption, and a strong sense of fatigue completely occupied his entire body, he struggled slightly, couldn't hold back anymore, plopped, and fainted.

"Tianfan"

"Little Brother"

"Boss"

"Brother Tianfan"

In his sleep, Zhuo Tianfan only felt countless voices constantly sounding around his body, he blinked his eyes in a daze, the huge tiredness was so real, the whole body brought severe pain, as if there were a thousand ants biting his flesh and blood in his body, he snorted uncomfortably, and slowly opened his eyes.

(End of chapter)