In just a few confrontations, Hua Chengjiu has gradually become invincible, and the internal qi is constantly being transported out, and there is not much residual internal qi.

Up to now, Hua Chengjiu's face was pale, and his face was getting more and more ugly.

Every knife of that person is full strength, and the internal qi is squandered without death, and in the face of such a powerful and terrifying force, Hua Chengjiu also had to use all his strength to fight.

He couldn't imagine how much internal qi there was in that person's body, and with such a high intensity of internal qi transmission, even an old peak qi master like him couldn't afford to lose it.

The man's face still did not change, and the powerful power continued to gather, and the essence and spirit were mixed into one, all of which melted into the knife and vented violently.

The knife is the spirit, and the person is the knife!

Sun Demon!

Another knife was swung out, and suddenly the flames gushed out.

This knife flew out like a meteor in the sky, dragging a long streamer out, giving people the illusion of being extremely slow!

The huge and incomparable power slammed on Hua Chengjiu's sword, the sword roared continuously, and the sword body was already densely cracked, almost shattered.

Hua Chengjiu flew out upside down, his heart was shaken, and the huge impact force directly smashed the door panel and shattered it into several pieces.

The long sword was taken off, and blood spurted wildly in an instant!

His internal qi is exhausted, and he is no longer able to fight!

"Your Excellency....." The corners of Hua Chengjiu's mouth overflowed with red blood, and he reached forward with one hand, but he wanted to ask for mercy.

Unfortunately, he was speechless in the next second, his throat was shattered by the sharp blade, and the blood flowed like a fountain, staining the sky red.

His pupils widened, but his original bright gaze had lost his mind.

The man's face was as cold as ice, as if there was no emotion in his body, just like the cold knife in his hand, a natural bloodthirsty.

With a slight wave of his hand, the knife vibrate, and in an instant, the blood flowing from the blade had turned into bloody arrows and shot at the wooden wall.

He walked over gently, picked up the purple wooden box on the ground, didn't look at the dead bodies on the ground, and then wanted to float away.

Suddenly, the door to the outhouse slammed open.

These were two panicked people, and the two looked at them in surprise, first at the messy house.

Secondly, the surprise in the eyes turned into horror, and became frightened.

Only then did they see Hua Chengjiu lying in a pool of blood, and then a fierce and murderous man.

"Not good!"

The two exclaimed, their expressions changed greatly, and they hurriedly rushed out of the door.

It's a pity that there will be one lag behind after all, and the end of the lag will naturally be miserable.

His body was split in half by the man's knife from top to bottom, like a vertical knife splitting wood, neatly split in half, and he died so much that he couldn't die anymore.

The sound of hurried footsteps and the sound of stepping on wooden planks sounded in the corridor outside the door.

I saw that the man was not in a hurry, picked up the long sword that Hua Cheng had left on the ground for a long time, and stabbed it hard against the wooden wall.

"Poof", like layers of tissue paper being pierced, the wooden wall was pierced by the sword in the blink of an eye, and the sword blade was still extremely sharp.

A scream pierced the sky, shaking the entire inn.

A man in the hallway was impaled in the chest with a sword that broke through the wall, and the blood soon pooled into a small stream that seeped down through the floor.

The man swept his eyes coldly, broke out of the window, and disappeared into the moonlit night.

Then there was a frightened commotion from the inn, rudely tearing the already silent night sky apart.

Yuelai Inn, in the No. 1 room of Tianzi.

Zhang Fang changed into a black suit and put the straight knife aside.

The cold and serious face returned to its former calmness, always smiling, as if nothing had happened.

He quietly drank a cup of tea that had been prepared and sat down at the table.

He slowly took out the purple wood box and gently scratched the surface of the box.

A red, old tree root of the Vulcan grass in the box came into his sight, although it resembled a tree root, it was not so hard.

Huoshen grass, also known as Burning God San, is a rare and exotic grass that grows in the depths of a 10,000-year-old extinct volcano, and it is extremely rare!

It can be swallowed directly without the aid of medication. As long as the will is strong, the martial artist with good physical quality can be eaten.

Hua Chengjiu wanted to eat it after night, but unfortunately in the end it was cheaper.

After watching it for a while, Zhang Fang sat down cross-legged, picked up the Vulcan Grass and swallowed it directly.

As soon as the Vulcan grass was swallowed, a huge stream of heat surged through the muscles and veins of the whole body.

It was like a scorching sun in the abdomen that continued to release heat streams, and the fire boiled oil, and the blood in the whole body immediately boiled and surged, just like a volcanic flame gushing.

Zhang Fang sat quietly, his forehead was full of dense sweat, and the sweat droplets overflowed endlessly, like the water of a river flowing downward.

Call!!!

His eyes were slightly closed, and he breathed and exhaled evenly.

The breath he spit out was also a high-temperature steam, almost more than 200 degrees, and his body was like a burning furnace, and it was hard to imagine what level the temperature in his body had reached.

His robe was bulging, and the pores around his body were emitting hot steam, bulging his robe.

The skin of his whole body slowly turned red, like a boiled crab, and the scene at this time was almost demonic, and it was difficult for ordinary people to imagine this scene.

Sweat vaporizes, transpirates up!

The blood flow rate in the body has reached a terrifying level, and the average human heart simply cannot bear this frequency.

The balance of heat and cold in his body has long been broken, and if ordinary people reach this level, they would have been burned to death by internal fire or died of heart failure.

At the center of the eyebrows, a drop of dark red pure blood beads slowly melted, dividing into one, two, and four wisps......

The essence blood of the phonosaur gradually flowed along the Sanyang meridian to the eight veins of the Qi meridian around the body, completely blending with Zhang Fang's blood and milk, and blending into one.

The degree of fusion of the dinosaur bloodline continues to rise, 4%, 6%... 28%... In the end, it stopped at 45% and could not move any further.

The blood flow rate in the body reached the extreme at this moment, and the blood boiled and surged, as if there was an endless amount of power accumulating.

At this time, Zhang Fang's physical body underwent earth-shaking changes, which was terrifying.

His flesh is like sufficient gas, his whole body swells sharply, instantly expands several times, and he also rises by three points, which is even more burly and tall than the bodybuilding coach in his previous life, and he is completely a muscle explosion man in European and American style.

There is constantly high-temperature steam escaping from the flesh, stirring the air, and the air seems to be unable to withstand the high-temperature steam, twisting and agitating in circles.

Zhang Fang looked at this body and looked at it carefully.

The blood is swelling, the muscles are well-proportioned, strong and powerful, and the whole body seems to have endless strength.

The newborn flesh and blood essence qi was bubbling in the meridians, and with each point of flow, the momentum emanating from the body became more and more vigorous.

The huge power contained in his body, like a dormant ancient desolate beast, the momentum was powerful and majestic.

Zhang Fang is different from ordinary bloodline inheritors, his dreadful bloodline is not inherited, but forcibly entered into the body by the Dao Master.

Ordinary bloodline inheritors revive the power of the sleeping bloodline step by step by awakening their own bloodline, but Zhang Fang only needs to fuse the dreaded bloodline with his body.

The awakening speed of such a bloodline power will definitely be far better than that of ordinary people, but after all, it is not as high as the potential of the innate bloodline inheritor, and it is difficult to improve after reaching a certain level.