Gao Jin raised his knife luck, and wisps of gray-white aura flowed out of the blade, and his momentum became stronger and stronger, followed by the same move, "Seven Kills!" The difference is that this time dozens of swords were slashed, and each of them had the power of 10,000 catties, reaching the extreme of shock!

"This is the demeanor of the first generation of Changshan!"

"Ten Xiao Bucai can't match one young master, and the young master will win!"

Gao Shun's eyes were slightly condensed, and he felt a lot of pressure, after Gao Jin was trained by Xiao Mu and Geng Wu, he practiced the method of superposition, and the power was several times greater!

The sword is in the wind, and the lone sword reflects the duckweed!

Gao Shun hadn't moved yet, and several wounds had been torn open by the knife wind, and suddenly the blood stained his long clothes, and the young man was shaking.

"Junko!" Here, the string was broken and distracted, and Huang Long seized the opportunity to break through the defense, and the color was also hung on his arm.

"You and him. Oh yes!" The crazy gene in the string broken bones has been ignited, and the big dream is 3,000 knives, and the yellow dragon head will be cut first!

The big knife danced wildly, the robe hunted, the string broke and the knife shadow was like a phantom, and it was impossible to see where the knife was.

"Insect carving skills!" The Yellow Dragon Scythe burst out with a low hum, regardless of whether you are a dream or a reality, cut directly from it, and the scythe slashed out a bloody light and flew out, tearing apart the shadow of the dream knife.

Fan Jing doesn't practice moves, the string break is the same as Gao Shun, obey Zhao Yun's words, and don't practice the specific knife technique of Dameng Three Thousand, but just integrate its meaning into ordinary chopping, so there are not many routines that can be used.

"It's over!" After a short period of calculation, the string break was no longer rigid, and the big knife opened and closed, attacking Huanglong with the craziest and most primitive means.

"Brush, brush!" The Yellow Dragon's scythe is as agile as a dagger, and it can start work on the left and right, up and down, and can even bypass the blade attack, and the string is overwhelmed for a while, and there are several more wounds on the chest and abdomen.

"Where did the Yellow Dragon come from?" Zhao Yun thought about it, he knew the strength of the broken string, and the three Xiao Bucai couldn't beat it, but he was deflated again and again in the hands of this person, which was really unreasonable.

After a few more battles between Xian Break and Huang Long, the latter may not have found it enjoyable, and opened his mouth to provoke, "I heard that you are the wild child of your father's dream and life?"

"It's over......" Zhao Yun, who was still worried just now, patted his head and prayed for Huanglong, some people want to die, you really can't stop it.

"Boom!" As soon as Huang Long's words came out, the brain that could still be controlled by the string was instantly furious, a trace of bright red flashed in his pupils, and he slashed down with a knife, slashing out the sound of thunder.

"Bump!" The edge of the knife and the sickle collided, colliding with a brilliant fire, the aura overflowed, the wind danced, the string-breaking demonic gaze looked down, the corners of Huang Long's eyes twitched, and his strength was unexpected.

Suddenly, the knife with a broken string broke, and under the fierce collision, this ordinary steel knife was no match for the mysterious blood sickle after all.

The broken blade slashed across Huang Long's shoulder, bringing out a blood flower, and the latter ignored the wound and instead took the opportunity to slash sideways, trying to split the string in two.

The knife breaker was still there, the string was not half worried, a volley reversed to avoid the sickle, and then took the half-cut knife and slashed again.

"Look for death!" Huang Long didn't expect that the other party would not change the knife, and the broken knife was simply insulting himself!

"Scarlet Slaughter!" The sound of ghosts crying wolves and howling sounded in the scythe of the yellow dragon, and the scythe danced and lamented, outlining a blood-colored floating slaughter, hideous and terrifying, breathtaking, and the people who watched the battle fell into fear even if they were far away.

Looking at the broken strings like crazy like a demon, with strange syllables in his mouth, black smoke coming out of the edge of the broken knife, regardless of rushing over, he didn't know and thought that he was not mentioning a broken knife, but some kind of divine weapon.

With a stabbing sound, the broken knife and the sickle rubbed dark red sparks, and surprisingly, with the blessing of black aura, the broken knife seemed to become much harder than before.

"Go!" Suddenly, blood light appeared on Huang Long's scythe, and the blood-colored Futu Phantom instantly rushed into Xian Xuan's mind, and the latter's eyes instantly appeared Hell Scene, and he was stunned for a moment.

It was precisely at this moment that the scythe dodged the short knife in a circle, and slashed straight at the broken neck!

"Be careful!" Zhao Yun hurriedly reminded, but it was still a step too late, and the blood sickle instantly cut through the neck of the broken string, and shot out fresh blood.

Taking it a step further, the broken string was about to separate his body and head when he touched it, but Huang Long's scythe suddenly stopped at this moment, not because he was soft-hearted, but because the broken knife of the string broke into his chest, and he could only die if he went forward!

"Crazy!" Huang Long didn't want to trade his life for his life, so he hurriedly retreated to open up the distance.

But the problem is that he wants to pull it away, but he doesn't want to break the strings, you retreat and I advance, and I have to fight to the death.

"I'm afraid you won't make it!" Huang Long was angry, and the sickle slashed at the string to break his neck again, but the latter suddenly changed his move, and the short knife turned in a circle and almost cut off Huang Long's arm.

One of the two of them had red on his chest and blood on his neck, but they didn't have the slightest intention of retreating.

"Wild child, you've angered me!"

Huang Long couldn't attack for a long time and was ready to show his hole cards, but when he was just about to exert his power, the string broke and heard the three words of the wild child's head bang again, and black mist appeared in the messy hair, and the whole person's temperament changed abruptly, almost in an instant, he was in front of him, and the broken knife slashed dozens of times between breaths, and the Yellow Dragon was defeated and retreated, and it was difficult to parry.

"Too much deception!" Huang Long was not powerful, thinking that it was a long worm, he originally came for the Heavenly Killing Martial Pulse, but he didn't expect to encounter such an obstacle halfway, it was really aggrieved.

A ghostly light flashed in the yellow dragon's eyes, and under his skin, blood-colored vines spread, his breath suddenly became yin, and the scythe came out of his hand, and flew to the back of the string's head with a ghostly groan, and it was about to be inserted.

"Netherworld!" In the ring, Chun Qiao stood up, others might not be able to see the blood vine under Huang Long's skin, but she could see it clearly, so she was so shocked.

Chunqiao couldn't help but look at Gao Yuan, but the other party was calm and relaxed, and there was no reaction, I don't know if he didn't see it or he expected it.

In the ring, the blood sickle has not arrived, and the sharp killing intent has already stabbed the brain, if nothing else, the string break should have died today.

But unexpectedly, the string was broken, and suddenly the black hair danced and roared, with the sound of the underworld, shocking, soul-stirring, in his body, there were also abnormal changes, and the martial veins quietly bloomed bright red flowers like blood, which was beautiful.

Huang Long, who was originally the executioner's character, saw a demon shadow appear in his mind in an instant, and he was stunned in place, and the sickle was attached to the back of the string and his head was broken, and he never moved forward.

The broken knife was plunged into his chest again, and the blood vine under Huang Long's skin jumped, and he instantly regained consciousness, and the blood sickle rushed towards the string broken skull, and the latter had no choice but to bow his head to dodge.

"Ahh But seeing that the string was broken, his eyes were like blood, and the broken knife was wrapped in black mist, and he slashed towards Huanglong like crazy, one knife followed another without pausing at all, and one knife was more powerful than the other, and there was lawless killing intent in the knife.

Huang Long was not afraid, but the blood vine under his skin was afraid, and he couldn't exert the combat power he should have at all.

The more Huang Long fought, the more frightened he became, and he felt more and more that something was wrong, and suddenly thought of something, and said secretly: "He is a dragon, he won't encounter that kind of martial vein in this place where birds don't!"

Netherworld martial veins are rare in the world, it is rumored that cultivating to Dacheng can summon the power of the netherworld to add to the body, extremely powerful, there are only a handful of martial veins in this world that can be stronger than the netherworld martial veins, but there is a kind of martial vein, Tianke Netherworld!

"This is ......" Chun Qiao only thought that the string break was a natural qinist, and he had never seen it go crazy, and he had some guesses in his heart when he saw this scene, but he didn't dare to be sure, because that kind of martial vein had already disappeared for hundreds of thousands of years!

"No fight!" After gradually losing the upper hand, Huang Long looked at Gao Shun unwillingly, and decided to retreat, he had to figure out if the string break was that kind of martial vein, if so, he had to strangle it, otherwise there would be endless troubles!

"Bang!" A puff of yellow smoke erupted, and Huang Long actually disappeared in place, which made the strings in the madness have nowhere to vent, and he is about to rush to Gao Jin.

"Don't meddle!" Gao Shun snorted coldly, the string broke and stopped, slowly regained a trace of clarity, and retreated to the edge of the ring and sat down.

If Gao Shun wins, if he loses, I'll go crazy again!

On Gao Shun's side, in the face of dozens of "Seven Killing Shadows" before, his response was not fancy, it was just a simple step, and the sword walked like a snake, and he broke the aggressive blade, and many people didn't understand what was going on.

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