Zhao Mingrui's knife, in Lu Changsheng's words, is just one word: crazy.

This is the first time Lu Changsheng has seen Zhao Mingrui go out of the knife since he met him.

In Lu Changsheng's eyes, Zhao Mingrui has always been an extremely calm person, whether it is his way of life or his style of acting.

But now it seems that his knife is not like this.

His knife was fast, so fast that it was dazzling, and it was almost difficult for the naked eye to catch his movements, Even with Song Ping's current strength, he couldn't find a suitable counterattack opportunity for a while, so he could only passively parry.

In his moves, there are almost no defensive means, nor any fancy movements, one move and one style, straight to the point, murderous.

This is the real knife technique of killing!

Moreover, the knife in his hand is the eleventh-ranked cold water knife on the weapon spectrum, and the momentum is even more extraordinary.

The current Zhao Mingrui is steadily suppressing his opponent with his dense sword energy and strong fighting spirit.

This made Lu Changsheng suddenly think of a sentence that has been circulating in the Inhuman World: "The best defense is offense!"

Lu Changsheng's master once said that the knife must have the momentum to look at the world and the indomitable spirit, only the fearless person in his heart, the majestic momentum, the knife can be invincible.

This is the case with Zhao Mingrui now.

"Haha, I thought this monster was so powerful, but it turned out to be nothing more than that!"

Zhao Mingrui's knife technique has a unique style, the fierce power is swayed to the fullest, the knife moves at will, the mind moves at will, the mind is together, a hundred knives fall, and a thousand people are chopped!

Lu Changsheng had to admit that Zhao Mingrui's sword skills were very strong, except for his master, he had never seen such superb sword skills in his life.

It's just that he doesn't know why, he always feels that there is a faint sense of familiarity in this knife technique.

"Roar!"

Suppressed all the time, Song Ping let out a roar of anger, like an enraged beast.

He had completely lost his mind, and only the instinct to kill remained.

His palm had been torn apart by the knife qi, and it gradually became blurred with flesh and blood, but he didn't seem to feel pain, and he was still fighting with Zhao Mingrui with red eyes.

Zhao Mingrui's sword intent was tumbling and surging, and the cold light was everywhere in the field.

Lu Changsheng's eyes were tightly watched, from the beginning of the battle to the present, Zhao Mingrui had obviously had the upper hand, but Lu Changsheng's face became more and more solemn.

Ah Ming was the first person among all to discover Lu Changsheng's abnormality, his smile gradually retracted, and he cast a puzzled look at Lu Changsheng.

Lu Changsheng frowned slightly: "Zhao Mingrui's knife has slowed down!"

Speaking of this, he paused abruptly, then continued:

"Moreover, you pay attention to Song Ping's hands. ”

Ah Ming was stunned when he heard this, his eyes turned to Song Ping, and he stared at it for a long time, and his face became very ugly:

"How is this possible, his wounds...... In recovery!"

Hearing Ah Ming's words, Dongyang Shuo and the others looked at Song Ping's palm at the same time, and they were instantly shocked.

Yes, under Ah Ming's reminder, everyone found out that although Song Ping's palm was always blurred with flesh and blood, and it looked extremely miserable, every time it was cut by the blade, the wound would soon heal automatically.

On the other hand, Zhao Mingrui, after a long period of fierce attack, he was already sweating profusely at this moment, although the speed of the knife was still very fast, and the attack was still so fierce, but his physical strength was obviously declining.

Whether it is an alien or an ordinary person, they are all human beings, and they all have their physical limits.

At this time, the intensity of the knife qi was obviously unable to defend Zhao Mingrui's body in an all-round way, so Song Ping seized the opportunity and kicked him directly.

Zhao Mingrui's expression froze, his knife had been split out and could not be withdrawn, and his body gradually became sluggish due to the excessive consumption of physical strength.

He could only watch Song Ping's attack quickly approach him now.

"Damn, I can't hide, I'll take it!"

So he gritted his teeth and was ruthless, directly ignoring Song Ping's violent kick, and slashed angrily at Song Ping's chest.

"Click".

Zhao Mingrui was attacked in the abdomen, a few bones seemed to be broken, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person flew backwards for dozens of meters, and then flipped in the air, and the long knife was suddenly inserted into the ground, barely stabilizing his body.

Although Song Ping succeeded in one blow, he also had to take Zhao Mingrui's knife hard, and the sharp knife qi cut an extremely deep wound on his chest, and between the blurred flesh and blood, the exposed white bones were faintly visible.

With such a terrifying knife wound, even if ordinary people do not die, they will inevitably be seriously injured and dying, and they have no combat power, but Song Ping's body is just a cup of tea, and it has already returned to normal.

On his chest, the blood scab that had coagulated seemed to be the most silent mockery of Zhao Mingrui.

Zhao Mingrui spit out a mouthful of blood, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Song Ping hatefully:

"Damn, this dead monster, it's okay to hang up!"

Uncle Gen smiled and said, "Tut-tut, how is it, how does it taste?"

"Phew!" Zhao Mingrui said angrily: "This kind of garbage, Lao Tzu beat him ten by one, what a thing!"

When Uncle Gen heard this, he suddenly showed a resentful gaze.

The object of his resentment was Lu Changsheng.

He found out the connection between the Song family and the Qingyun Sword Sect very early, so he placed an undercover agent in the Song family.

Originally, it was not Song Ping who he chose to use purification medicine to transform, but a person from the Qingyun Sword Sect, and Fan Wuxian's appearance surprised him even more.

If Fan Wuxian undergoes a purification transformation, his strength will definitely reach an extremely terrifying level, the Eighth Realm, or even the Ninth Realm!

At that time, I am afraid that the entire Jinghai City will fall in an instant and become Uncle Gen's bag.

Therefore, on the day of the battle between Fan Wuxian and Lu Changsheng, he quietly had people drugged what Fan Wusheng was eating, hoping to quietly take him away after he was defeated, and then use purification medicine to transform him.

It's a pity that Uncle Gen never expected that Lu Changsheng would have such a strong strength, and the last move directly wiped out Fan Wusheng.

This made him angry and a little surprised.

Lu Changsheng's outstanding performance made him interested in this young man.

Especially after listening to Lu Changsheng's perfect plan before, his heart to attract was even greater.

It's a pity that Lu Changsheng's sentence "The Tao is different and does not conspire with each other" directly broke his illusion.

Since he is destined not to get it, then he can only be destroyed!

Song Ping was originally just an ordinary person, but he forcibly took the dragon to raise the realm to the seventh realm.

It's like writing in those martial arts novels, a weak scholar was forcibly empowered by a peerless martial arts master, although there is a strong internal force, but the breath is vain and has no foundation.

Uncle Gen was actually unwilling to waste the precious purification medicine on such a garbage, but he happened to encounter such a god-sent opportunity that could take the Shenyin Jinghai Branch in one pot.

Although Song Ping's Seven Realms are vain, he is now the highest alien in the entire Jinghai Realm after all, and Uncle Gen decided to take a gamble.

If this bet wins, his position in the organization will be even further at that time.

Lu Changsheng never thought that just because he killed a Fan Wushuo, there would be such a big deal in the future.

Zhao Mingrui was seriously injured by a blow, drew his knife and wanted to step forward, Lu Changsheng took a flying step, and his figure flashed in front of Zhao Mingrui, and then in Zhao Mingrui's sluggish gaze, he directly grabbed his shoulder and threw it in the direction of Ah Ming's group:

"Pick up your minister, don't let him come nonsense!"

Before Ah Ming and the others could react, they saw Zhao Mingrui's figure draw a perfect arc in the air and smash towards him.

"Minister, be careful!"

Dongyang Shuo was the first to react, and then more and more people reacted, and they all stretched out their hands to try to take Zhao Mingrui.

It's a pity that they were a little late, and a second before they stretched out their hands, Zhao Mingrui had already slammed face down and straight on the ground.

Zhao Mingrui struggled to get up, wiped his face, and said angrily: "Lu Changsheng, your sister, you throw me as garbage!"

Lu Changsheng ignored Zhao Mingrui's roar, swooped forward expressionlessly, and fought with Song Ping with his bare hands.

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