Grunt!

Hearing Jiang Ping's invitation to fight, Yi Congliang quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

This script is wrong!

How did he feel that his aura was so dangerous, even if he was a little threatened?

Yes, it must be because of my own injuries.

No, it's not in good shape today, so it's not good to fight, so it's better to wait until you recover from your injuries and then make a decision.

It is easy to retreat from conscience.

But in the face of a grandmaster, he retreated like this......

If it gets out in the future, his face will be gone!

Let's go through a few tricks first.

Well, that's right, that's it, wait and go straight to the full force and press him first.

Then pretended to give Tie Ao a face, and it would not be too embarrassing to retreat at this time.

After all, what he was afraid of was not a grandmaster, but the iron arrogance of the Divine Condor.

There are more people who have lost to Tie Ao, and he is considered to be the oldest.

That's it!

Perfect plan.

In the blink of an eye, Yi Congliang thought of a script again.

So he smiled coldly at Jiang Ping, the bloody robe on his body was hunting, and his white hair danced wildly like a silver snake, as if a final big devil appeared on the stage.

"Boy, since you want to find death, then I will fulfill you!"

His form vanished suddenly.

After all, there is still a lot of trouble for the great master.

Jiang Ping was not in a hurry, and a star like a lotus flower appeared in the center of his eyebrows, with a total of four lotus petals, one by one.

Talent: Destiny.

Light up!

The momentum on his body skyrocketed again, and under the superposition of two and two, the powerful force even made him almost unbearable, and a trace of pain appeared on his face.

Then his body was once again covered with a golden glow.

The golden body of an Arhat in the realm of perfection.

The effect of super tenacity allowed him to finally adapt to this force.

All this is a long time, but in fact, it is also in an instant, when the golden light on his body is lit up, the long sword in his hand also pierces the void at the same time.

Ranko's old dreams!

Immortal Sword Intent!

A dreamy sword, snatching people's hearts, killing invisible.

I saw a white light flash on the tip of the sword, and the sword qi pierced the sky, and it met a blood line in the void that appeared at some point.

The blood line rose in the wind, and inch by inch turned into a huge sword, volleying and slashing.

Blood Divine Knife!

Yi Congliang's figure flashed out of the void, holding a scimitar with an astonishing arc and a blood-red blade, and the knife just now came from this knife.

The name of this scimitar is called the Blood Transformation Divine Knife, which is a famous weapon in the knife, and it was discovered by him together with the Blood Transformation Divine Skill, which can be described as the same ancestry.

The blood-turning knife that was cut out from this knife increased its power by three percent.

It's a pity that the sword intent of his Blood Transformation Divine Knife was blocked by Tie Ao's fist intent, and he couldn't show it, otherwise with the ability of the Great Grandmaster's spiritual artistic conception to dissolve the void and condense it, this Blood Transformation Knife would definitely not be more than this power.

The power of the forty-meter broadsword is no joke.

However, Yi Congliang was confident that even if Jiang Ping somehow counted the appearance of this sword, its power was not something that a grandmaster could resist.

In this world, there is indeed a demon who rebels against the great master of martial arts with the body of a grandmaster, is he so lucky that he can't run into it casually?

But the next moment, he realized that he was wrong.

And it couldn't be more wrong.

I saw that the seemingly white sword qi met his blood-turning sword gang, just like the sun met ice and snow, like a nemesis.

His sword shattered, and the sword qi pierced through his body.

Burst!

Yi Congliang stared blankly at a small transparent hole in his chest, blood gurgling out, and his face was full of disbelief.

How so?!

I'm the Great Master!

How could that sword just now be so strong?!

And what's going on with this sword intent?

Don't just mess around, hey!

Wait a minute!

Don't go in!

Yi Congliang resisted the interception with all his might, but he could only watch this slippery and unbeatable sword intent burrow into his sea of consciousness.

Then I saw a golden eagle, and suddenly there was a turquoise feather on its crest.

One of its eagle talons clutched at a blood-slamming scimitar and kept it from moving.

Originally, the golden eagle's body had become a little illusory, and the blood flames on the scimitar knife had been scorching the eagle's body, making the claw's suppressive force against it weaker and weaker.

Then the green sword intent came.

The golden eagle, which was still half-dead before, instantly felt like eating the Ten Perfection Tonic Pills, and the pressure on the scimitar rose sharply.

At the same time, a small half of the blood flame that burned its roar just now was absorbed by the green feathers on its crest, and then transformed into a green light into the eagle's body, making its body condense a lot at once.

Although the power restored to the Golden Eagle could not match its lost power, it was not the same as just now.

If the Blood Blade Scimitar was able to get out of the suppression in about ten days and eight days just now, now, without the kung fu of October and August, I am afraid that it will be difficult to run.

Immortal sword intent, life contains death!

Yi Cong's conscience let out a bleak howl, and at the same time, his eyes were full of horror when he looked at Jiang Ping.

What the fuck is this monster?!

Run!

A thought suddenly rose in his mind.

Anyway, it's all the right move, and running now is not a runaway without a fight.

So Yi Congliang yelled:

"What a condor, iron arrogance, really worthy of the name, today I will give you a ......"

It can be seen that Jiang Ping raised his long sword again, and the momentum on his body rose again.

His face changed drastically, and he suddenly turned into a blood-colored knife shadow, which disappeared hundreds of meters away in the blink of an eye, and soon disappeared.

The essence blood burns, and the body turns into a bloody blade, and it is a hundred miles in an instant!

This was originally a life-fighting method in the Blood Transformation Divine Knife, but it was used by Yi Congliang as a life-saving magic skill.

“...... Face, spare his life. ”

The last lines came from afar, and even this made Yi Congliang burn two percent of his blood.

But having lost so much, I don't care if I lose a little more.

In short, you can't lose face!

In the attic.

Tie Ao looked at Yi Congliang, who was fleeing for his life, and was silent for a while.

Why didn't you find out that this guy was still so ...... before? Han.

When is it, he still wants to save face, who gave him the stinky problems he is used to?

"Lao Qiu!"

I saw that a certain young man who had beaten the great grandmaster just now was sweating like rain at the moment, and he couldn't even stand on his feet.