The pig-killing knife is one inch long and one palm wide.

The blade is full and rounded, but the stains on the surface have never been wiped clean over the years, and it seems that they can never be wiped clean.

The moment Zhang Xiaodao raised his hand, the pig-killing knife made a buzzing sound.

This time, Zhang Xiaodao didn't use the vitality in his body to pour into it, because he had already tried, and the vitality could not be poured into the pig-killing knife at all, the pig-killing knife was so ordinary, but whenever he had to divide life and death, Zhang Xiaodao was still used to using the pig-killing knife to make a final break.

But today is a little different, the true yuan was poured into his body, and when he raised the blade between the lightning and flint, a wisp of true yuan was poured into the pig-killing knife.

The dirt on the blade's surface began to faintly shine, but it was still impossible to see its surface, but a sharp intention that seemed to be able to cut through space came out of thin air.

Fierceness is an extremely dangerous smell for the High Priest of Judgment.

This smell was very similar to the taste of ascetic attacks on him, and he instinctively sensed the crisis, and pulled his palm away from Zhang Xiaodao's head, giving up half of his body!

With the length of the pig-killing knife, this half of his body was enough to avoid this sharp knife, but because this feeling was too dangerous, the High Priest of the Ruling did not hesitate to consume his own blood at this moment, turning it into a blood mist gushing out in front of him.

Before the blood mist erupted an inch away, the pig-killing knife had arrived!

This time, the pig-killing knife and the blood mist did not make an unpleasant sharp friction sound, but easily cut through the blood mist as if it were cutting tofu.

But even so. It was impossible for the pig-killing knife to touch the high priest, not only because of his length, but also because Zhang Xiaodao's posture of swinging the knife this time was extremely awkward.

He was already held down by the high priest on the back of the head. At this point, the knife is equivalent to slashing in the direction of the back, and the bone joint linking his shoulder and arm cannot be fully forced, unless he twists his own arm.

But at this moment, he not only twisted his arm, but also broke the tendons and veins in the flesh!

The arm that was completely detached from his shoulder was still bruised, and his palm was also clutching the pig-killing knife, and the pig-killing knife also cut a cold light, which was completely within his expectations.

But the pig-killing knife did not touch the horns of the high priest's clothes. This was not what he expected.

The high priest smiled hideously, watching the cold light in front of him pass in front of him, and his heart was already at peace.

Zhang Xiaodao suddenly shook his arm with great force. turned his body completely over, and the situation at the moment was to lose his arm, without touching a single hair of the high priest, and watching the high priest kill himself.

Zhang Xiaodao sighed helplessly. I watched as his knife-wielding arm was too forceful and shattered a bone in his shoulder. It fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

Thick blood began to flow from his shoulder, from the huge wound in his arm.

The High Priest straightened up, resisting the urge to slap Zhang Xiaodao to death with a single palm, and raised his hand to continue the unfinished bold soul melting hypothesis.

Zhang Xiaodao did not struggle, at this time he had already used up his means, and it was not unexpected to die here.

Unexpectedly, the high priest raised his hand and his face froze!

Two-thirds of the way his arm was shoulder-to-shoulder. The shirt suddenly burst, and a line of blood appeared on the thick pen. Then the lower two-thirds fell, and it didn't even have time to spray a drop of blood, like a large radish that had been cut off in the air, falling to the ground and bouncing slightly.

Unprecedented fear appeared in the already confident countenance of the High Priest of the Judgment.

This kind of look he had only shown in front of asceticism, and the thousands of believers in the Holy See would not have thought of it, nor would they dare to think that the cold judgment sacrifice with countless blood stains on his hands would have such a look.

With this look appearing at the snap of his fingers, the shirt on his chest was silently cut, as if a sharp steel wire had cut his body in mid-air.

The blood line reappeared, and the skin and flesh opened wide, and the mouth opened hideously.

His other arm fell, spurting blood when it hit the ground, almost the same length as the other severed arm!

However, it was only a matter of time before the two arms were restored for the High Priest, but the opening in his chest was getting bigger and bigger, and Zhang Xiaodao had already seen his internal organs.

The internal organs of the high priest were naturally not good-looking, but Zhang Xiaodao liked the bright red blood line, and he knew that this was a volley of the pig-killing knife that accidentally entered the body of the high priest, but this was not enough, the high priest still did not die.

Zhang Xiaodao wanted the High Priest to die, so when the High Priest's face was extremely exciting, he supported his body with one of his remaining arms, and suddenly disappeared in front of the High Priest.

The high priest didn't move, he didn't even feel any pain, but he was afraid that after he took a step, he would use the blood line as a dividing point and separate the corpse himself.

The only thing he can do is to keep degenerating, taking out more vitality in his body to urge his supernatural powers, and using a large amount of blood to make up for the internal organs that have suffered Yan zhòng's trauma.

At this time, Zhang Xiaodao had already come to him with an arm.

Zhang Xiaodao's expression was very flat, and he also felt that he was lucky to survive and had the opportunity to kill the Holy See's ruling high priest, so he didn't hesitate to plunge his severed arm into his shoulder.

At this time, his shoulder had already melted and spread, and the wound on his severed arm had begun to spread red, and he would connect his arm like metal, and raise the pig-killing knife, and his arm made a crisp sound, and the cold light came to the High Priest of Judgment again.

But now there is no trace of true yuan in Zhang Xiaodao's body, so there is no mutation in the pig-killing knife, and it is difficult to cut through the blood mist on the body of the high priest of the judgment without the mutation.

But now, the high priest of the judgment is no longer the high priest of the judgment a moment ago, he was transversely cut the upper body by the pig-killing knife poured into the true yuan, and the internal organs were damaged, and he kept declining in order to save his life, and used the only remaining vitality in his body to make up for the trauma.

Therefore, even if the blood mist is still the blood mist, it is no longer powerful.

The pig-killing knife rubbed against the blood mist, and came down to the eyes of the high priest with the full force of Zhang Xiaodao.

The high priest's eyes glared angrily, the blood mist was withdrawn, and a barrier was formed in front of him, this was completely a way to make up for the loss, and if the east wall was demolished, the west wall would naturally be missing!

Zhang Xiaodao flipped the pig-killing knife, and he wanted to deal another blow to the adjudicating high priest in the shortest possible time, so even if his wrist didn't have time to aim the blade at the face of the adjudicating high priest, he still slapped it with the knife face.

A crunch sound of "pop!" was mixed with the sound of bones cracking.

The right side of the high priest's face was violently dented by the greasy knife of the Killing Pig, the cheekbones under the corners of his eyes were completely shattered, the big teeth in the air flew out with bloodshot as his mouth opened wide, and the whole body fell to the left, and the terrible wound on his chest tore and made an unpleasant sound under such a pull.

Zhang Xiaodao didn't think that this blow could kill the High Priest of Judgment, so he did not hesitate to use the Divine Wheel again, catch up with the fallen body of the High Priest of Judgment, and kill the pig knife and cut it down.

The snot of the High Priest of Judgment flew before his eyes, and his already sluggish mind finally recovered in the light of day, and he muffled his voice, and fell to the ground first, only to be reduced to a pool of blood.

Zhang Xiaodao slashed at the pool of blood with all his strength, splashing countless blood flowers, but he didn't feel that he touched the hard rock wall, and he couldn't help but feel shocked.

Even in such an advantageous situation, Zhang Xiaodao was still afraid that the high priest of the judgment would use some magical power that he didn't know about, and kill himself with one blow.

Yet he did think highly of the judging high priest.

Since ascending to the throne of the Holy See, the High Priest of Judgment has shown the world to be ruthless all these years.

But the ruthless people are often the ones who are most afraid of death, and the high priest is judged to have used the art of blood escape, so he only wants to escape, not desperate.

After Zhang Xiaodao went down, his mind turned a thousand times, searching for the information in his mind, although he did not find the corresponding Holy See secret technique, but he thought of how much the high priest had paid at this time through many similar secret techniques.

Zhang Xiaodao was completely certain that the high priest only wanted to flee at this time, and did not want to fight, so what he had to do was extremely simple.

He no longer made a chopping motion, but put the pig-killing knife back into its scabbard, his hands empty, and the incomparably hot molten slurry dripped into the puddle of blood that the High Priest of Judgment had turned into, causing ripples in circles.

The blood was originally warm, but it boiled instantly when it was melted into it, and blood bubbles bubbled.

The High Priest of the Judgment had never thought that Zhang Xiaodao actually had such a vicious method, and he felt as if he had been melted, and the only thing he could do was to move the blood quickly.

The movement of the blood water was extremely fast, and then Zhang Xiaodao was not in a hurry.

He pointed to the sky, and the dome above the labyrinth cracked into a tiny hole, and he popped out a drop of molten slurry, completely igniting the already cold blood in the flame beast's body.

Then he continued to point out the hole in the dome, and countless hot molten slurry began to spray into the labyrinth, and the heat wave suddenly raised the temperature in the labyrinth in vain, with the violent sound of the torrent, as if to completely annihilate the labyrinth.

Zhang Xiaodao walked in the molten slurry without feeling a trace of heat, he leisurely seemed to be walking on the beach with a pleasant climate, looking for beautiful shells.

Soon he found the shell he wanted, and this shell was naturally the High Priest of Judgment who could not use his supernatural powers to hide.

At this time, the high priest of the verdict, Wolf Bèi, was to the extreme, leaning against the rock wall, his body did not have a trace of burliness, and some were just a dense row of hot bubbles bulging on his face.

After Zhang Xiaodao saw him, he pulled out the pig-killing knife, and did not give the High Priest of the Judgment any chance to leave his last words, the blade was swept in the air, and the head of the High Priest of the Judgment flew up, falling into the scorching molten lava, perhaps even the skull would be completely melted.

Then Zhang Xiaodao put away the knife, just like Zhang An had just killed a fat pig with burnt hair many years ago, and his expression was flat and he walked away from the molten stream! (To be continued......)

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