Blood red everywhere!

Geya kept wailing, his broken arm was gurgling and bleeding, and his combat power was completely lost in one round!

In the same place, even Mahal himself couldn't believe it slightly, such a master of the same level as himself, in the moment he was close to him, he didn't have any vigilance and defense.

Instead, he easily slashed off an arm with a sword, without much effort.

Shaking his head, Mehal immediately put away his sword and stepped forward, taking out a porcelain medicine bottle in his hand, which contained fine herbs, which were precious hemostatic healing medicines in the territory.

"Lord Geya, bear with me, or you'll bleed to death. Without waiting for an answer, Mahal spread the powder evenly on the wound on his severed arm. As the end of the medicine was spread, Geya's body that was wailing suddenly froze, rolled his eyes, and lay on his back on the ground and passed out. The wound on Geya's arm stopped bleeding only a few blinks later.

Mahal smiled and got up, not taking the opportunity to kill Geagai with a single sword.

Although when Mehal fights and kills, killing people is like slaughtering chickens and ducks, without blinking!

"It seems that there are still people of Guy around the territory, and it is estimated that the strongest will also have the eightfold spirit refinering!" Mahal gradually became cold, his expression was calm, and he walked away quickly.

From the moment he offended Guy, the hatred was unstoppable!

Even if he wants to end peacefully, Guy won't give up, because it's a matter of the big family's face!

let alone

Mahal is not a saint, and he will be retribution, deep into the bone marrow!

After a few moments, a pair of eagle-sharp eyes stared coldly at Mahal.

"The remnants of Meha!"

"Die!"

"Choke!"

The long sword was unsheathed, stabbed obliquely, and the cold current Qingfeng was shot, and the fighting spirit was curling, and the air was empty.

With a cold glint in his eyes, Mahal drew his sword with his backhand, turning his sword sideways.

"Boom!"

The twin swords roared.

Looking up, Mehal and the young man in Tsing Yi looked at each other, and the cold aura flashed in their eyes.

"Kill!"

Mehal spat out a word coldly, and the sword shadow is only fast!

"Bang Bang!!"

Chop, pick, stab, secondary to secondary. The long sword in his hand turned into a phantom, constantly colliding with the young man in Tsing Yi.

The shadows of the swords are connected

The sword momentum in the world is only fast and not broken.

For a while, the odds were equal!

"Humph!"

The young man in Tsing Yi snorted coldly, and looked at Mehal with a mockery flashing in his eyes: "Within the same level, if you want to fight with me, you are not afraid to laugh and be generous." ”

"Snake Seven Inch Kill!"

The explosion resounded, and the young man in Tsing Yi turned into the illusion of a long snake, flashing left and right, smooth and greasy like a snake swimming in the water. The Polar Shadow Phantom was too fast to capture, and the Shadow of Mehal's sword couldn't keep up, and it was in vain. When the gap was exposed, the long sword in the hand of the young man in Tsing Yi was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, and the poisonous cold fangs were exposed, seizing the gap and rushing down and biting down, and the sword light on the chain-like poisonous cold fangs carried a sharp roar.

"Whew!"

The sword entered his body, and blood splattered out of Mahal's body. In an instant, the sword was stained with Mahal's blood. The young man in Tsing Yi slowly raised his head, looked at Maihal, whose face was pale, and suddenly sneered: "Maiha, you will stop here!"

Poisonous cold fangs, which are also poisonous. As he spoke, the long sword buzzed and trembled, like a poisonous cold fang-toxin, and the erection would erupt. The power of destruction is so strong that it can be transmitted into the body at any time, and with just another breath, it can turn Mahal's body into a blur of flesh and blood.

"Are you sure?"

A smiling voice came out of McHal's mouth easily, and the young man in Tsing Yi's pupils shrank. I saw that a hand was already on the sharp sword, and it was clenched tightly. The sharp blade sneered and cut the palm of his hand, and the blood flowed incessantly, and Mehal was unconscious, and unswervingly pulled out the long sword, and his strength was amazing.

The young man in Tsing Yi looked at this scene, his eyes flashed coldly, and the fighting spirit in his hand turned, and he was about to startle the shock and transmit it into the body to kill it. But an uneasy uneasiness suddenly rose in his heart for no reason, his pupils shrank again, and the fighting instinct refined by a hundred battles of life and death made him not think about it, he directly abandoned the sword, gave up the opportunity to kill Mehal in an instant, and his body squatted and fell over.

It's just that among them, it's half a section late

"Whew!"

The cold light flashed slightly, piercing through the air through the piercing long sword, bringing up a little bit of glittering blood on the shoulder bone of the young man in Tsing Yi.

The sharp sword in Mahal's hand was raised high again, and at the same time, as the other hand pulled out the sword, the long sword in his hand was once again sharpened and unsheathed!

"Kill!"

In the middle of the low drink, Mehal's expression was cold, and the star-killing fighting energy in his body surged into the sword, and the starlight was dotted.

At the moment when the heart-rending pain spread throughout the body, the emotions of a violent madness almost collapsed throughout Mehal's mind, his eyes suddenly turned red, and his emotional will was highly condensed under this painful rage, turning into desperate madness, spirit and spirit, violent turmoil, completely and completely integrated into the tightly held sword.

The peerless sword light burst out in a flash!

The young man in Tsing Yi, who had just gotten up and retreated, looked at this sword that came straight and could not be dodged, and his pupils shrank to the size of a needle.

But go to heaven and earth, and escape without a door!

"Whew!"

The blood red exploded, and the long sword in Mahal's hand stabbed mercilessly, taking a life. In the backhand, the other hand with the sword mark was on the young man in Tsing Yi, and the strange blood suddenly exploded and flashed again and again, and the young man in Tsing Yi blinked and turned to ashes like a straw cremation, and scattered with the wind. Only Mehal, who withdrew his palm, had an extra drop of clear essence blood in his hand, and his hand was polarized, and the warm heat energy spread throughout his body, being absorbed and nourishing the injury.

"It's a pity"

Mahal withdrew his sword and shook his head slightly.

This drop of essence blood is completely used to nourish the injury, and although it is cultivated to gain one section, if it is counted as one drop, it is very little.

As for the way to improve cultivation without sequelae, Mehal naturally flocked to it.

It's a pity that there are few opportunities in this way, and only the strong ones that you kill can be refined into blood for you to absorb heat.

"It's a pity, but it's a good thing that the injury is okay. ”

Mehal let go of his injuries before he lowered his head and thought carefully about the gains and losses of this battle.

The young man in Tsing Yi in front of him was the same as Maihal, a master of the middle stage of the sevenfold spirit refining period.

If it is said that Maihar can steadily defeat the masters of the same level, even he himself does not believe it, and even compared to the same level, Maihar is even weaker!

At the end of the day, Mehal doesn't know how to kill a soldier!

This is the biggest shortcoming!

The stick pillar that seems to be Lei Lao shaking the sky is the stick skill in the soldier killing technique. It seems that the seven-inch killing of the swimming snake performed by the young man in Tsing Yi is the sword skill in a soldier killing technique, once the sword is cast, it is like a snake swimming in the water, making Mehal unstoppable!

If it weren't for Mahal's trick to exchange injuries for injuries, the situation would never have been so easy to solve!

However, even if the injury is exchanged for the injury, it is still a tragic half-death.

Without Mehal's ability to absorb heat and heal his wounds, this battle would have been a burning stone.

If there is a master of the Guy family, it is a life for a life.

Worth

"You don't have to think about it now!" said McHal to himself.

Two years ago, he didn't even have the qualifications to talk to Mu Lao, so naturally he couldn't get the teaching of killing skills.

As for going to the Maiha clan, it was only a few days before he met the White Dragon Daojun

Killing skills, Mahal himself has never learned in this life.

And in order to break through the dense barrel-like blockade of Guy, Mahal must also become stronger, because just a young man in Tsing Yi has stretched him to the limit.

"Looks like I'm going to have to stay here for a while!" looked up, and Mahal's face was cold.