Chapter 387: The Mask Man's Killing Moves True Power Leaked. After the fight, the weapons in the hands of the two became hot and hot, and the ground around them was full of ravines of different depths, the masked man's chest was cut open by the Kanshui blade, and Liang Xi's lower abdomen was also poked out of three blood holes by the masked man's claws, and the blood flowed like a pour.

Rumble!

The weapons of the two were brought together again, Liang Xi's tiger mouth was completely shattered, dense blood beads shot out, and there was a crisp click on the masked man's wrist, and his bones finally couldn't withstand such a big force anymore and cracked a gap.

Liang Xi and Erya had a long-lasting "big battle" in the middle of the night, and now he has been fighting with the mask man for a long time, and his physical strength has long been exhausted, and now it is almost the end of the crossbow.

Although the masked man's wrist was shattered at once, his own chest was also exposed.

Of course, the masked man would not let go of such a good opportunity, and he raised his foot and kicked it towards Liang Xi's chest.

There was a muffled sound of broken bones, Liang Xi's eyes were dark, and he almost fainted on the spot, the blood in his mouth gushed out like a spring, and his body flew into the distance like a fallen leaf, and he fell and rolled on the ground a few times before stopping.

The corners of the mask man's mouth showed a hint of revenge sneer, and he was about to take advantage of Liang Xi's lack of strength to fight back at the moment to give him a fatal blow, just as he lifted a kick forward, a burst of burning pain suddenly came from his wrist that had just been cracked, and this sharp pain rushed straight to his head, and the mask man even felt his heart tugging, and he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"What's going on?" The masked man's head oozed large beads of sweat, and the muscles of his whole body were tense, and the feeling was even more painful than slowly tearing his own flesh apart.

The masked man raised his right hand and looked towards his wrist, where a wound the size of a baby's mouth was now opened, and the pink flesh inside glowed faintly in the moonlight.

But in just one breath, the wound was expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The terrible pain also tore at the subcortex of the masked man's brain through the nerves.

The wound expanded rapidly, and the pain made the green tendons in the forehead of the masked man burst out, like a thick earthworm wriggling, and although the upper and lower gums were clenched tightly, they still continued to tremble uncontrollably.

The wound soon cracked open more than three inches, and the flesh slowly turned outward, and the pain of the skin and muscles being peeled away made the masked man's teeth almost crushed, and he wished to chop off his hand.

As the wound cracked bigger and bigger, the white bone residue gradually burst out of the skin, and the masked man stared at his wrist in horror and horror, he had never seen such a strange scene, the bones of the wrist would actually break through the flesh and squeeze it out.

"This is—" The masked man gritted his teeth, a large amount of blood oozing from his gums, and although his nerves were suffering from extreme torment, he quickly understood what was going on, "This is Erdao!"

The masked man's voice changed when he said this.

This kind of perverted power that can only be unleashed by high-level ancient spirit beasts, how could Liang Xi use it!

"You are not only a true martial arts dual cultivator, but you can also use two powers!" the masked man shouted with an incredible look at Liang Xi, who was struggling to get up not far away.

Liang Xi had just received a kick from the masked man, his internal organs were almost all shattered, and blood was pouring out of his eyes, nose and mouth.

If it weren't for the fact that his body was originally strong and he had the recovery ability of snake blood, I am afraid that he would have been less inlet and much more out by now.

There was a buzzing roar in his head, Liang Xi saw that the things in front of him were clear and blurry, and he faintly heard the masked man yelling what Zhenwu Shuangxiu and Erdaojin, Zhenwu Shuangxiu He didn't understand what it was, but Erdaojin was very clear.

That day, Sang Nuannuan accidentally hit the ancient spirit beast Reverse Soul Jiaoyan Beast from the ground, Liang Xi also comprehended the use of Erdao Jin after fighting with it, but the time was in a hurry, he didn't fully comprehend it, and he inadvertently showed it when he fought with the mask man today.

"It seems that the power that was just fought has finally had an effect!" Liang Xi spat out a mouthful of blood, and finally saw the masked man holding his wrist more than ten meters away.

"Hehe, it hurts you to death!" Liang Xi grinned, pulled the wound, and spit out a mouthful of blood, "If Erdaojin had attacked earlier, I would have killed you a long time ago!"

Liang Xi's words made the masked man frightened for a while, if these two forces had been attacked a few seconds earlier, I am afraid that he would be the one lying on the ground and constantly vomiting blood.

"It's a pity that there are no ifs. With a snort, the masked man tore off a piece of his garment, wrapping his injured wrist tightly around him.

Because of the continuous attacks of Erdao, the bones in his wrists kept shaking up and down, and the bones were already cracked, and now they are still scratching the flesh in his arms, and the pain is definitely not something that normal people can bear.

If it weren't for the fact that the masked man was originally a cultivator and had endurance beyond ordinary people, I am afraid that he would have committed suicide by biting his tongue in pain.

In just a few minutes, his arm was almost double its size.

Now that I wrapped it in a strip of cloth, the pain was slightly lessened.

However, what has been alleviated is the pain of poking the skin and flesh at the bones, and the pain caused by the most fundamental two forces has not diminished at all.

"I'm going to kill you. The masked man calmed his nerves and gritted his teeth.

Because the depression was bitten apart, when he bared his teeth, his original snow-white teeth were all bloodstained, and a few strands of blood flowed down from the corners of his mouth, accompanying the mask on his face, looking like a demon who had just eaten and drank blood, and looked particularly hideous.

"You want to kill me, you can try it!" Liang Xi laughed miserably, poked Kan Shui Blade on the ground, and held the hilt of Kan Shui Blade to stand up staggeringly.

"Don't you dare?" Seeing that Liang Xi dared to despise himself at this time, the masked man shouted angrily, and ran towards Liang Xi with a strong mouthful of real power.

He happened to be passing by here today, and he originally thought that he could easily solve Liang Xi, but he didn't expect it to take so much trouble.

A hundred years of cultivation could not be matched by a young disciple of the Heavenly Spirit Sect, which made him extremely embarrassed.

Seeing the masked man rushing towards him head-on, Liang Xi narrowed his blood-soaked eyes, and the blue light on the Kanshui blade in his hand was faint.

When the masked man was still ten meters away from Liang Xi, the corners of the two people's mouths showed an imperceptible smile.

Brush!

Suddenly, two green rays of light burst out from the ground on the saline, piercing the sky.

Two thick, barbed vines rolled toward the masked man, one left and one right.

"Huh!" The vines that were slowly gathering momentum suddenly burst into the air, Liang Xi's heart sank, and then he knew that something was wrong.

Behind him came the masked man's sinister laughter: "Liang Xi, you're still too tender—"

PS: Today's sixth update that exceeded expectations.

From 08 to the present, it has been three years since I wrote a book on the Internet, from the initial ambition of the first book, to the second book of walking on thin ice, and then to the current first immortal of the Seven Realms, in a snap of a finger, three years have passed.

For three years, there was no interruption in the serialization of the three books.

The speed of the old tooth code word is really not fast, 1200 in an hour, and in a few years, because of the incorrect sitting posture, the herniated lumbar disc and frozen shoulder have also come accordingly, and the wrists of both hands have also been ground out of a layer of calluses, red, swollen and swollen to touch are painful.

A few days ago, I slept over, the wrist of my right hand was swollen, and I didn't have my instinct when I pinched it, and the door was not closed when I went out, and a gust of wind blew, and the door was clamped on the fingers of my left hand.

At that time, it hurt so much that my heart was pinched.

It was typed on the keyboard with two fingers that day, 500 words for an hour, sat for 8 hours without moving, and 4000 words were updated.

Many brothers said that Old Tooth's Seven Realms were slow to write, and Old Tooth was trying his best to return to his previous physical state.

The results of the last book "The Best Agent", you can also see it on your mobile phone, the best time is the second on the monthly list, the first and third are Dou Po and very pure and ambiguous.

For "The First Immortal of the Seven Realms", Lao Ya has been full of enthusiasm from the beginning, but his health has not been good, and his lumbar spine hurts badly after sitting for a long time, and last month he thanked 17K for giving me the opportunity to study in Lu Academy, and those more than 20 days can be regarded as cultivation.

Lao Ya's dream is not to be a great writer, to bring happiness to everyone, that is the greatest wish.

I also encountered many difficulties along the way, but a senior once said to me: no matter how big the difficulties are, when you look back after the matter has passed, you will find that it is actually the case.

Stand up, stroke it, and it's over.

First time I came to 17K, and I stood here as a newcomer again, thank you brothers and sisters for your tolerance.

To be able to come so far, Lao Ya is full of gratitude.

If you have some fleshy words, wait until the Seven Realms are finished, and then talk about it slowly.

Lao Ya has always regarded himself as a newcomer, because he feels that only by treating himself as a newcomer can he allow himself to have a youth, immaturity, and nature, and at the same time let himself know that there are still many things that need to be improved, and his efforts are far from enough.

Thank you for introducing Lao Ya to the editor of the 17K family.

Thank you to the readers who have been encouraging and blessing Lao Ya, thank you for reading Lao Ya's book on TVB and giving affirmation, you are destined to understand Lao Ya's feelings.

Lao Ya's greatest wish is to share with you the beautiful things he sees, the beautiful things he hears, and the stories he thinks in his heart.

The first immortal of the Seven Realms began to accelerate the update, hoping that the brothers and sisters could accompany Lao Ya until the end.

If you like the story of the First Immortal of the Seven Realms, please tell Lao Ya that you are my greatest motivation.

Thank you.