"Haha, the price? Come on, I'll see what price you can make me pay?" Song Zhihuan laughed as if he had heard a funny joke, and at the same time had a long red knife in his hand.

He brushed his fingers over the blade and said with a smile: "This bloody black knife has been hidden by me for so many years, and I am finally going to taste delicious blood again, and it is the blood of a genius!"

"Bloody Black Knife" Qin Cheng's gaze swept over the red long knife in his hand, and he suddenly felt that the material was a little familiar, as if it was somewhat similar to the material of the Mixed Yuan Dragon Slayer Knife.

However, Qin Cheng's gaze did not stay on Song Zhihuan's bloody black knife for too long, because he was about to usher in an extremely testing battle!

A life-and-death fight in the case of equal strength!

Rumble!

Song Zhihuan's body suddenly erupted with an astonishing aura, and the strength of that aura was similar to Qin Cheng's, but it was thick and long and far superior to Qin Cheng.

Zheng!

At the end of Song Zhihuan's bloody black knife, a monstrous blood qi emanated, making the entire sky filled with a strong smell of blood.

Song Zhihuan's whole person was surrounded by a layer of blood light.

"Tyrant Blood God Slash!" Song Zhihuan burst out, and his body rushed towards Qin Cheng like lightning.

With his pounce, on top of the bloody black knife, the phantom of the mountain of blood sea corpses suddenly appeared, the blood wolf was searching, and the sunken corpses were floating, making people lose their hearts at a glance.

However, Qin Cheng's will was already firm, and now he had condensed the Yuan Shen, so he would naturally not be affected by this illusion.

"Break the river! Kill!" Qin Cheng stuck to his heart, and roared angrily and slashed at Song Zhihuan.

Wow...... Wow......

The phantom of the great river reappeared, spanning between heaven and earth, like a heavenly river flowing from nine heavens away.

Laugh at!

The Bigsword Phantom reappeared, and with a boom as Qin Cheng waved the Fuhu Knife in his hand, it slashed downward.

Song Zhihuan also slashed the bloody black knife at the same time.

Similarly, a huge red sword shadow suddenly fell from the sky, colliding with the Fuhu Sword Phantom that had just cut off the river!

Boom, as if a huge thunder sounded from the sky, the whole world shook.

A huge wave of qi rushed out in all directions.

Qin Cheng's figure flew backwards with a whoosh, his face turned red for a while, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Song Zhihuan's figure only retreated backwards by no more than six hundred zhang, his face flushed for a while, and he immediately returned to normal.

"Hahahaha! Borrowed power is borrowed power after all, you will never be able to exert 100% strength!" Song Zhihuan laughed and raised the bloody black knife again.

An even more astonishing burst of blood gushed out from the knife, and the smell of blood in the air became stronger.

Qin Cheng narrowed his eyes.

Indeed, as Song Zhihuan said, although the power brought to him by triggering the formation is amazing, it is not his own power after all, so he can't control it 100%.

He thought that although he couldn't control all the power, but with the blessing of the heaven-level exercise of the Broken River Sword Method, he should at least be able to fight with Song Zhihuan, the newly promoted one-star spirit master, but he didn't expect it to be so bad!

Obviously, Song Zhihuan's exercises are definitely not low!

Qin Cheng glanced down at the Fuhu Knife, and the blade seemed to be slightly curled - the material of the Fuhu Knife was obviously a little weaker than the Bloody Black Knife.

Call!

Qin Cheng let out a breath, made up his mind, and instantly put away the Fuhu Knife, and put the Ice Silkworm Golden Silk Fist on both hands.

Click.

Qin Cheng's fists clenched tightly, and his joints made a crisp sound.

"Give up the long and take the short, take the way of death!" Song Zhihuan said with a sneer, and the bloody black knife slashed down without stopping.

Bang.

There was once again a red long knife phantom in the sky, killing Qin Cheng with an astonishing coercion and murderous aura, as well as that strong smell of blood.

Qin Cheng sneered, and roared: "Reverse Dragon Seven Killing Fist!"

With his roar, he threw a punch at the red long knife phantom.

The punch looked like it was pushing a mountain, unusually slow, as if it didn't have any lethal power.

However, Qin Cheng's gaze was extremely excited, this was the first time he had performed such a high-level technique—the Dragon Clan's Battle Technique—that surpassed a heaven-level technique.

Song Zhihuan's expression suddenly became a little solemn, and he felt a strong and dangerous aura.

Rumble!

Qin Cheng's punch finally blasted out.

An extremely clear dragon roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and a dragon phantom suddenly flew out of its fist, and grabbed at the bloody black knife with teeth and claws.

Song Zhihuan frowned, and several thoughts flashed in his heart: What kind of exercise is this, and why does it give him a feeling of palpitations?

However, these doubts disappeared in an instant, and he was still full of confidence in his knife.

This knife is his life's learning, even if he can't kill Nalan Cheng instantly, it is enough to seriously injure him!

But the next scene was beyond his imagination.

The divine dragon that flew out of Nalan Cheng's fist instantly grabbed the amazing red long knife in the air, and then the four golden claws grabbed at the same time, and the red long knife phantom shattered into several pieces.

Bang!

The blood-colored long knife phantom shattered, making a loud noise.

Burst!

Song Zhihuan spurted out a mouthful of blood, his eyes full of horror and anger!

Song Zhihuan roared angrily and swung his knife at the winding dragon.

Rumble!

The divine dragon collided with the real bloody black knife, and Song Zhihuan flew out upside down again for hundreds of zhang before staggering to a halt in the air.

The terrifying divine dragon's body did not move, but it looked at him indifferently and disappeared like disillusionment of light and shadow.

"Phew!" Song Zhihuan spat out a mouthful of blood and stared at Qin Cheng carefully with a jealous face, completely unexpectedly that he would master such an amazing fist technique.

Qin Cheng's eyes lit up, he grinned, and threw his fist at Song Zhihuan again: "Take advantage of your illness to kill you!"

A hint of fear flashed in Song Zhihuan's eyes, but then the fear turned into madness!

"Kill!" Song Zhihuan's face was hideous, his eyes were crazy, and he deceived himself to kill Qin Cheng, wanting to engage in hand-to-hand combat, as if he was crazy.

Qin Cheng sneered, and the first punch of the Reverse Dragon Seven Killing Fist blasted out again.

At this moment, Song Zhihuan suddenly laughed weirdly, and a primordial spirit phantom flew towards Qin Cheng's forehead, so fast that it was almost impossible to dodge.

"Hahaha! Die for me!" Song Zhihuan laughed and shouted, "Your Spirit Master's power is borrowed, even if you have the power of the Spirit Lord temporarily, you are not a real Spirit Master." The most powerful thing about the true spirit master is not the physical body and exercises, but the ...... The Primordial Spirit! Hahaha! Die! A pseudo-spirit master without the primordial god will never be able to defeat the true spirit lord!"

Burst!

Song Zhihuan's Yuan Shen entered Qin Cheng's mind.

Then, Song Zhihuan was dumbfounded!

In the center of Qin Cheng's mind, a translucent primordial spirit was standing as straight as a sword, coldly looking at Song Zhihuan's primordial spirit who broke in.

Song Zhihuan's face turned white, without any blood--"Yuan Shen! You actually have a Yuan Shen! Impossible! Fake!"

He screamed hysterically, causing the Yuan Shen to rush desperately out of Qin Cheng's mind.

But at this time, Qin Cheng's Yuan Shen moved.

His Yuan Shen suddenly unleashed the Seven Killing Punches of the Reverse Dragon. (To be continued.) )