Dao Yu trembled with anger, his whole body was twitching slightly, one was painful, after all, the injuries on his body were not completely healed, but the most important thing was the anger that erupted on his body. Compared to the anger of losing the nucleus, the pain is naturally not a big deal.

There was no one else here, only Shao Xuan and Dao Xuan.

The more the knife was like this, the more Shao Xuan was convinced of the preciousness of the thing he had just gotten, and he made up his mind to keep it well, and he couldn't give it to anyone.

Shao Xuan could hear the rough panting sound of the blade, like an angry flame cow. Just as Shao Xuan was about to go out to clean the portal, he felt something unusual.

There seems to be some invisible energy rioting around, and it is the sword standing there that is triggering this.

The power of this kind of riot made Shao Xuan feel very bad, and looking through the cracks in the stones, Shao Xuan saw the appearance of the knife at this time.

The top of the knife was torn, and countless fine lines could be seen on his head to torso and arms, like meridians. These fine lines still extended, covering the body of the sword, and not only that, but these fine lines were also beating like meridians, sometimes thick and sometimes thin.

Dao Yu felt that such a change was a good thing, he could feel the power flowing in the meridians, and his body was strengthening and changing for the better. It's just that at this moment, Dao Yu didn't have much mind to feel such a change, and he was still in the rage of losing the nucleus, and the anger made his thinking not so clear, and he didn't think deeply about the result and meaning of such a change for a while.

To Shao Xuan's surprise, the chain-like lines that appeared on the neck of the knife were the slave patterns of White Rock City, and the slave patterns on the body of the high-level slaves after unlocking would also change, and there were not as many as low-level slaves.

And at the moment. Shao Xuan felt that the chain pattern on Dao Zhen's neck seemed to be tightened, and the bulging muscles made Dao Xuan's whole person look inflated.

The change of the sword was still continuing, and the air flow around the body was surging wildly. With a roar, the chains were tightened, and tightened.

sternum, spine, limbs, knees, elbows, etc. Almost all the bones on the knife body are making a sound, such as the "rattlesnake" sound of wagging its tail. And Dao Zhen's severely injured arm is being quickly repaired, as if it has been reborn.

The heart has become stronger, the meridians of the neck, the blood is flowing rapidly, and the expansion of the muscles seems to be rhythmically protruding outward with the beating of the heart.

Suddenly. Shao Xuan seemed to hear a "bang" sound, as if the chains had been broken alive. At the same time, the chain lines on the neck of the knife were truly broken, and gradually dissipated and disappeared as if melting.

The corners of Shao Xuan's eyes twitched violently, and he couldn't help but show surprise in his eyes. He once asked Sugu, the enslaved slave. Can you break free from that shackle?

Sugu said, yes. But the probability is extremely low, and the person who can do that must be such a genius, not only extremely talented, but also has a certain amount of luck. That's not something anyone can do, no one in a million.

And now. There was such a person in front of Shao Xuan, and he did it.

In Shao Xuan's mind, a fire appeared, a fire that did not belong to a slave, not a totem flame of Yanjiao. Nor is it the two-color flame of the slave owner. One way or another, this is a separate flame, out of the confines of slaves. This is a reflection of the source of the power of the sword at this time.

At this moment, the sword is like an angry Shura, as powerful as a demon. The power fluctuations that erupted made Shao Xuan's face extremely solemn.

Rumble!

The sword punched the stone pillar next to him again, and there was a ruinous madness in his eyes, as if he had lost his mind.

The dungeon shook even harder, and the stones fell along with the dust.

It can't go on like this!

Shao Xuan instantly mobilized the power of the totem to the peak, the totem flame in his brain rolled violently, and the blood seemed to be boiling with the appearance of the totem pattern, and the momentum around his body was like a rushing river and resolutely moved forward, as if he was facing a thick city wall, he had to break it hard. Compared with the sword that has just broken through the shackles, it is not weaker.

What if the sword breaks through the shackles?

Almost at the moment when Shao Xuan rushed out, the madness of the knife shifted the target, moving from the stone pillar next to him to Shao Xuan, and his eyes were locked on Shao Xuan. At this moment, in the field of vision of the sword, the surrounding stones, corpses, and even the entire underground palace have all retreated, and only Shao Xuan is left in sight - the person who stole the nuclear seed and shattered his dreams!!

Seeing Shao Xuan rushing towards him, the knife did not dodge, his body shook, and he rushed out directly towards Shao Xuan. As he jumped, the stone slabs under his feet could not withstand the sudden impact, and cracked into pieces of different sizes, and the stone chips rose like mist.

The dense fist shadows were staggered, the air seemed to be compressed and pounded by a heavy hammer, and the visible shock ripples spread out layer by layer, shaking away the stone chips and dust falling from the top.

One face-to-face, I don't know how many times I have fought each other.

When he fell from the sky, Shao Xuan rushed up and rushed straight towards the sword.

The surrounding airflow seemed to be driven by Shao Xuan, pressing towards the sword. The fist had not yet arrived, but the oppressive air that seemed to be the passage of an army had already rolled in, showing the power contained in it.

In the face of Shao Xuan's attack, with absolute confidence, the knife did not dodge or dodge, and his ankle turned violently again, and the stone slab that was already cracked into pieces on the ground became shattered.

In the mind of the sword, as long as you break through the shackles, it will reach a height that is difficult for others to reach, but it is just a tribal brat, even if this person has been promoted, it is not as powerful as breaking through the shackles yourself. After he became a high-ranking slave, he also killed the tribesmen, and in his opinion, although the tribesmen had some strange abilities, they were not enough, especially after learning the secret of the tribe's fire, and they looked down on them.

He's going to kill the man who stole the nuke!

A series of thunderous sounds broke through the air, like thunder rolling, like the beating of war drums. Every blow contains the determination to kill, if ordinary people are in the face of such an offensive, they will definitely be bombarded into scum.

In this underground palace under the desert, only the roar remained, and the other sounds were extremely faint in this roar.

The broken stone slabs cracked smaller and smaller, and the shaking stone chips and dust were like smoke all around.

Shao Xuan felt as if he had returned to the original mountain forest full of mystery and danger, when he fought against fierce beasts. When facing the fierce beast head-on, a negligence and a slightly weaker momentum can cause an irreparable situation.

And at this moment, too. What's more, it's still a traitor to a tribe like Dao Xian.

You can't retreat, you can't be weak! If the opponent's attack is strong, he will be stronger! If the opponent is fierce, he will be even more aggressive! If the opponent wants to fight, he will fight harder!

The totem patterns on Shao Xuan's body began to lighten, like a flame cast, as if they were about to burn people when he exposed the blue flames in the Colosseum.

Boom!

The knife was punched hard.

After a punch, Shao Xuan did not stop, and the shadow of the fist that was not visible to the naked eye immediately bombarded the knife in the chest again.

The wolf in the shape of a wolf who was punched twice in succession flipped in the air and flew upside down, fell heavily to the ground, and continued to slide backwards for a while before stopping.

Shao Xuan didn't want to continue a few times, but found that the skin of the meridian-like lines on the knife was cracked, and blood was oozing out of it, and the knife who fell to the ground tilted his head to look in Shao Xuan's direction, his mouth kept spurting blood, and his whole body was twitching. At this time, it is not angry, but an uncontrollable reaction.

The two punches just now were like a signal, like a pair of hands pushing the long dominoes, and with a bang, the dominoes fell in chains. The sharp and unstoppable aura of all things in the sword body decayed terrifyingly.

Blood splattered from the lines on the surface of the knife, and the expression revealed by the pain was distorted, and it looked more and more hideous, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

If so, give him two more days, no, as long as one day is enough, he will stabilize the riot of the power in his body, and then prepare well, he will definitely be able to defeat this kid, he will definitely be able to ......

He can't let this kid steal the nucleus, it's his own, it's his own sword! He still wants to build his own desert city, become a slave owner, become a tyrant, how can he, how can he just die?!

He was unwilling!

You can't lose to this kid if you lose to anyone!

Dao Zhen's eyes widened, staring at Shao Xuan who was walking towards him, the stone chips and sand had already landed, and the vision that should have been clearer had become blurred. He felt that the strength of his body was drastically reduced, and the feeling of strength and surging that broke through the shackles seemed to be an illusion. The tide rises, then the tide goes out.

Finally, in his blurred vision, the figure that was getting closer and closer seemed to turn into a fire, and there seemed to be a pattern in the flames, a two-horned pattern that he had long forgotten.

Shao Xuan looked at the sword that had lost his breath of life, and wondered in his heart, although his two punches used a lot of force, but if it was the ability to break through the shackles with the sword, such a physical strength, it should not be so light to die, and the last of these expressions were more like being violently counterattacked.

Shao Xuan pressed his finger on the pulse of the knife, and it had indeed stopped beating, and unlike the strong appearance, the inside of the knife seemed to be a mess, and it was damaged.

Because of the nuclear species?

No, not necessarily because of the nuclear species.

Shao Xuan was thinking about it, when suddenly the entire underground palace shook, a large number of stones fell from the top above, and sand and dust seeped down from the cracks above.

Rumble!

Again.

It's like someone up there is deliberately slapping it.

The sand and dust seeping down expanded like a waterfall, and large boulders began to fall. The illuminated hedron was much dimmer after the nucleus was wrapped, and now it was covered in sand and dust, and it was even darker.

Who's up there, Mah!

Now is not the time to think about anything else, Shao Xuan hurriedly returned in the direction he came, the torches inserted in the dungeon had long been extinguished, and it was dark in the dungeon.

Fortunately, Shao Xuan can still see the road when he changes his vision.

After Shao Xuan ran away, there was a roar from the place where he had fought before, and it had already begun to collapse.

This underground palace, which cost hundreds of slave lives and now dozens of lives, is about to become a thing of the past. (To be continued......)