Boom!!!

Caught off guard, the black-clothed sword-wielding guard didn't even have time to let out a scream.

Under the terrifying fist power, its head was instantly exploded like a tattered watermelon.

Shattered skulls mixed with rotten flesh and blood shot out in all directions, splattering the surrounding walls and ceilings everywhere, and a terrible smell of blood filled the air.

And the body of the sword-wielding guard still stood in place.

A large amount of blood rose from the broken neck and chest, and it looked like a small fountain.

Such a terrible and bloody scene.

Rao is a member of the bandit gang who was present did a lot of evil, and he was also frightened for a while, and he was in place, a little at a loss.

Click!

Two thick palms, holding each side of the opening in the door.

Force outward.

The solid wood door panel, which was seven or eight centimeters thick, was as fragile as worn cardboard in Su Heng's hands, which was easily torn apart.

The heavy wooden door slammed to the ground with a loud clatter. The scarlet candle flame swayed back and forth, and in the billowing smoke and dust, a burly and tall figure stood quietly.

An icy gaze pierced through the dust.

Swept across the faces of the thieves in turn, giving people a huge sense of oppression.

"Damn it!"

Another black-clad sword-wielding guard finally reacted.

Fear is followed by extreme anger. The steel knife in his hand slashed round, and with a whistling and piercing sound of breaking the air, it smashed towards Su Heng's head.

Click!

The steel knife in his hand had not yet fallen.

It was already in mid-air, held by a big rough hand.

With a little force, the guard's wrist suddenly turned into a cloud of blood-colored soft mud, and Bai Sensen's bone residue pierced the flesh and skin, exposing him to the cold air of the forest.

The guard's eyes widened, and his face became fierce with intense pain.

He opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't make a sound because of the intense pain. I could only watch as the steel knife rapidly enlarged in my field of vision, until it finally occupied the entire field of vision and turned into a ball of blood red.

Bang!

Su Heng let go of his hand.

The corpse of the other guard lay limply on the ground, the shiny steel knife in his hand stuck in the middle of his forehead.

"What a guts! Dare to do it on my gang turf, you really don't take me seriously! ”

Hong Hu suddenly got up, the expression on his face was shocked and angry.

He wasn't done yet.

I saw Su Heng's figure, which quickly enlarged in front of me.

It was as fast as lightning, like a shock. It is like a fleeting swallow on the lake, and it is like a startled deer passing by in the mountains.

Hong Hu hurriedly raised his hand and clenched his fist, wrapped his strength around, and punched forward hard.

Midair.

Su Heng also raised his hand and punched forward.

Hong Hu had a sneer on his face, as if he was bound to win.

The practice he practiced was called Shrinking Mountain Fist. The power of this kung fu is all over a pair of fists. The meaning is to integrate the power of a mountain into the fist.

And Hong Hu not only cultivated the Shrinking Mountain Fist to the stage of three blood refining achievements.

And it is also very insidious, hiding a poisonous finger tiger iron thorn under the bandage of the palm.

In the past battles.

With this kung fu, he doesn't know how many heroes have died.

Poof!

There was a soft thud.

Rumble!

Immediately after that, there was another explosion, and a fine gray ripple came from the junction of the two.

The smile on Hong Hu's face suddenly froze and deformed, turning into horror and fear that was difficult to hide. Before he could open his mouth to say anything, the fingers in the bandage were already twisted and broken.

Even the strong musculoskeletal strength of his left arm was constantly deformed, bent, broken, and bulging under the collision and squeezing of two huge forces.

Blood splatters.

Snow-white bone stubble breaks through the skin.

Hong Hu's two-hundred-pound body came out like a cannonball.

It slammed into the thick wall behind him, making a dull sound, and then dragged the scarlet blood stains and slowly slid down.

Hong Hu was still alive at this time.

It's just that black blood continued to seep out of his mouth and nose, and he gasped violently, looking at Su Heng's gaze as if he was looking at some terrible ancient demon.

Su Heng was also looking at Hong Hu, with a slightly puzzled look on his face.

When I just bumped fists.

It seems that I have touched something, but I don't seem to have touched it.

He raised his hand and saw that there were several small pits in the knuckles of his fingers. The five fingers were bent and stretched twice at will, and the small pit disappeared in an instant, as usual.

Su Heng immediately put these little things behind him and walked quickly in front of Hong Hu.

Step on it!

Poof!

Hong Hu's broad chest was almost stepped on by Su Heng.

The heart, lungs and other organs turned into a puddle of soft rotten flesh, slowly overflowing along the gaps in the soles of shoes.

Blood spurted from Hong Hu's mouth and nose, his eyes opened wide and bulged outward, but he gradually lost his light, and finally his head tilted, completely losing his life.

After dealing with Hong Hu.

Su Heng paused slightly, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

He looked down at his legs and saw that the muscles of his legs were contracting and shaking regularly.

Streams of condensed blood qi continued to rise from bottom to top, blending into the blood vessels and meridians, and then gradually spreading to all parts of the body.

Just now.

Between the surging collision of qi and blood, Su Heng's flying dragon legs also cultivated to the point of great success.

Breaking through in the middle of the battle, I thought it was just a legendary thing, but I never thought that it would really happen to Su Heng.

Of course...

Even if the dragon legs do not break through.

Su Heng wanted to solve these thieves in the room, and it was effortless.

"The breakthrough of the dragon's leg is always a good thing for me." I feel that the leg muscles are slowly becoming more powerful and strong under the transformation of special blood imprints.

A satisfied smile also appeared on Su Heng's face.

Four times of blood refining...

Among the warriors, it is a very rare existence. For Su Heng, it was not too difficult.

After more than two months of hard practice, with the guidance of a famous teacher, plus the remaining Guiyuan Dan to assist in cultivation, it is not strange to have such an entry.

Even, for the current Su Heng.

It's a little slow.

"After refining blood many times, my current qi and blood have also begun to become thinner, and I have to find a way to break through my height as soon as possible." Su Heng made up his mind in his heart and refocused his mind on the bloody battlefield in front of him.

He turned.

The two thieves behind him had a frightened look on their faces.

Just now, when Su Heng and Hong Hu were fighting. The two of them were still thinking of attacking from behind.

As a result, I never expected it.

Hong Hu, the most powerful of the several people, was easily killed by Su Heng in less than two rounds. That relaxed and freehand appearance is almost like an adult beating a child.

They haven't had time to make a move yet.

The battle over there was over.

"Run!"

In such a situation, the two completely lost their will to fight. Throwing down the weapon in his hand, he quickly ran in the direction of the door in a panic.