Wang Po took a few steps back, and was in disbelief for a moment in the face of the sudden change. Since you have the strength to fight with yourself, why do you have to be on the verge of death before you are willing to break out.

However, he didn't have to think about it anymore, as soon as Shi Jingtian's emotionless words fell, people rushed straight to him. The long hair was flying, covering the body like a substantial black qi violently curling and blurring, the speed was amazing, and there was still a black shadow of demonic energy left in place.

The speed has exceeded Wang Po's expectations, and the distance of a few meters is in the blink of an eye, and he has lost the opportunity to fly in the air. Looking at the earth-shattering eyes of the stone and the fist that was getting closer and closer, there was suddenly a trace of fear in my heart.

"A junior, I don't know where to learn the evil skills, can you still scare me!" Wang Po stabilized his mind, and at the same time restored himself to the psychological quality that a master should have.

Wang Poren was tall and long-limbed, and his long arms that were as dry as branches were horizontal outward, and he held the stone shocking fist. Just like when he was able to get rid of the time when he was pinched on his neck, the strength was really much stronger than himself. The soreness and numbness on his arm was pressed a few points closer to his arms by Shi Jingtian's heavy punch, but it was finally blocked.

This is not to make Wang Po's heart frightened, the most shocking thing is that with the black gas that came to his face when the stone shocked the sky, he did not say anything about the momentum he exuded from the outside of his body, and also made you feel a kind of breath, a kind of despair, resentment, madness, and brutality of the negative emotions rushed straight to his mind, as if he was conveying his fighting spirit to the opponent, the battle would not stop, and he would definitely fight to the end and never be afraid of death.

What is this? How on earth is this cultivation, so that such an aura can be exuded from the outside of the body? After all, Wang Po is a master of the hidden world, and he restrained his mind under the shock, and concentrated on dealing with Shi Shocking's crazy attack.

The punches and kicks are very strong, the body is extremely agile, and the speed is fast enough to fight with himself. Wang Po struggled to block every time, and the pain of soreness and numbness kept coming from his arm, but he also understood more and more in his heart that this kid was empty, and his strength had indeed improved a little, but he could only scare and scare people.

Because Shi Jingtian's shot was disorderly, kicking indiscriminately, it seemed to be fierce and abnormal, but it was actually full of loopholes, like a madman who had lost his mind, and wanted to tear something apart with his teeth and claws. If it is against an ordinary master, the momentum of swearing to death can indeed make people frightened, but how can it scare me!

"But in this case, I will let you see my true strength!"

"Blood Sacrifice! Explosion!" Wang Po snorted lightly, his arms suddenly opened, his chest thrust forward, and a bright red liquid burst out of his body, which seemed to be wrapped in a thin film, forming a round ball with a diameter of nearly one meter in front of him, and the blood-red liquid in the ball was circulating rapidly, and there were thin threads like leaf meridians mixed in it.

The sudden blood-red ball shook away the frenzied attacking stone, and was forced to retreat a few steps, but still rushed over without fear. However, Wang Po had already left his feet on the ground, and the bright red ball was still rolling in front of him, flying more than ten meters high from the ground.

The stone jumped up violently, stretched out his hand to grab Wang Po's feet, jumped up more than one person high, but he couldn't reach it at all, and a pair of ink-like eyes stared at the air.

"You!

"Haha, can you say these two words! You're a walking corpse waste, it's okay to bluff people, but you're far from dealing with me!"

Seeing that Shi Jingtian had no brains and was going to jump up and continue to fight with himself, Wang Po couldn't help laughing, it was the first time he had seen his opponent fight with the almost crazy and inexplicable black qi that he had lost his mind. However, if you meet him, he is unlucky, so he will be subdued first.

"Blood Sacrifice!"

There was another soft drink, and the arms that were originally open trembled violently, and the blood-red ball seemed to be under some pressure, and it snapped apart, but the liquid inside did not fall in the air, but formed countless vines, piercing towards Wang Po's body.

As soon as it touches the body, it quickly disappears, and it disappears in a blink of an eye. And Wang Po has also undergone unexpected changes. The limbs and bodies suddenly turned red, and every muscle was expanding at a rate visible to the naked eye. With a hiss, the red shirt was filled with strong muscles, and the figure that was piled up like mountains and rocks glowed red, tall and mighty, and the figure that had just been dry and thin like a skeleton was like two people.

Even the thin skin and bones on his face have been plumped, and the red light is no longer deep, but the pupils in his eyes are blood-red, and the whole person looks like a burly man with righteous blood, but the evil spirit is soaring.

A faint but clearer smell of thick fishy smell permeated, and it was undeniable that it was the smell of blood. Bloody clothes Wang Po! Blood sacrifice! Could it be that Wang Po relied on refining blood to achieve the art of controlling the sky and a martial art that ordinary people can hardly reach the top in their lives! Unbelievably powerful and weird!

Wang Po raised the corners of his mouth slightly, moved his neck and limbs, and felt extremely proud of his changes, "I haven't moved for a long time!

After speaking, his body flew down from the air, and on his head and feet, he simply raised his thick arms and slashed his head and face towards the stone.

Shi Jingtian had already lost his mind, and he didn't cower without fear, and he didn't hesitate to stretch out his fist and fight. Click, either a bone crack or a broken sound. Shi Jingtian couldn't block Wang Po's arm at all, his fist was softly beaten back, and then his arm fell on his head again, and the person was knocked several meters away.

The difference in strength was immediately clear, and Wang Po after the blood sacrifice could easily knock the stone into the sky, not to mention that he didn't even have the power to resist it. Even with the stone as his body, his forearm was also discounted, and with a heavy blow to the head, Shi Jingtian's brain was dizzy for a moment, but he immediately staggered back to his feet.

The brain was invaded by demonic energy, he lost his reason and his senses, he couldn't feel the pain in his body at all, and his inkstone-like eyes were full of killing intent, killing the people in front of him and killing all the people in his sight. The fracture of his right forearm made him unable to lift up, but he still clenched his left hand into a fist, and rushed towards Wang Po like the wind.

He was fast, but Wang Po was faster, and before Shi Jingtian could take two steps, Wang Po had already come from the sky, and his merciless arm slammed down again. Shi Jingtian's outstretched fist still couldn't resist, and with two clicks, his arm broke his forearm, and then smashed his shoulder blade. With a pop, the stone fell to the ground, and a deep pit was knelt on the soft grass.

Shi Jingtian was not afraid, even if his arms were lowered and he was unable to raise them, there was still a ghostly light in his dark eyes, and his lifeless killing intent did not retreat in the slightest, and he still wanted to stand up.

"Boy, look at how hard your bones are!" Wang Po suddenly became furious, he wanted to keep this kid's life, and it would be of great use in the future, but now he finally had a murderous intent, hating to see his pure black eyes, and even more hating the strong killing intent in his eyes.

Yes, it's hate, it's definitely not fear, it's definitely not! A strange feeling surfaced in his heart, but Wang Po immediately denied it. I am so bloody, how can I be afraid of a brute bull who can only bluff people and is nothing!

Thinking of this, the clenched fist became stronger and stronger. One punch followed another, hitting Shi Jingtian's body, clicking... Click... The noise continued, and the arms, chest, and legs were either dented or deformed. Shi Jingtian never got up again, and his body fell limply in the grass.

After Wang Po cultivated to reach the realm of the sky, he didn't dare to say that he was invincible in the world, but there were only a few people who could fight with him, and he didn't know how long it had been since he was so angry. It's like losing your mind, punch after punch...

Half of Shi Jingtian's body was beaten into the grass, and as the fist fell, the black qi also collapsed little by little, and the green grass beside him instantly withered yellow after being stained. Most of the musculoskeletal bones were destroyed, the body's functions gradually faded, the discounted ribs and sternum pierced multiple internal organs, blood filled the entire chest, and it was impossible to breathe, bright red blood flowed out of the mouth, nostrils, corners of the eyes and both ears, and Shi Jingtian slowly closed his eyes like inkstone.

As soon as the eyes were closed, the swirling black gas did not know whether it returned to the body along the skin, or scattered away, and suddenly disappeared without a trace. I can clearly see the red and purple bruises everywhere on my body, and even two bloodshot ribs on my chest.

Unable to see those unprovoked angry eyes, Wang Po stopped. I stood up and breathed a deep sigh of relief, and there was an unpleasantness that I was unusually depressed and released but could not completely relax.

"Maybe it's been a long time since I've killed anyone!Or maybe it's been a long time since I've walked around and interacted with people!Or maybe this kid really makes people feel annoying to the point of collapse!"

Wang Po didn't know how he could be so angry, and even lose his mind, killing someone was so simple for him, but killing the person in front of him didn't feel a little happy, and the pair of ink-like eyes exuded a ghostly murderous aura, as if it was hidden deep in his heart and couldn't be erased.

"It's dead! It's a fart!" Wang Po smiled self-deprecatingly, and shook his body, his body was as thin and shriveled as before, and the blood that could improve his infinite strength seemed to be hidden somewhere in his body, and he stroked his red shawl hair, revealing a skeleton-like face, and his feet left the ground and galloped away.

Shi Jingtian lay quietly on the grass, and most of his body sank to the ground. The seven orifices were still bleeding, there was no trace of undulation in the chest, and a piece of ribs that broke out of the body was white and abrupt in the sun.

When Wang Po was galloping in the sky, there were no shadows, and three people ran from behind the mound in the distance, an old man with gray hair but walking like a fly, and two people in the prime of life who were about thirty years old.

As if he had been watching from a distance, he ran straight to the place where the stone was lying.