This stormy knife momentum simply compressed Yang Zhao's body in a circle, giving him the upper hand.

"If he goes out to fight to become a famous god of killing, what kind of threat will it be?"

Yang Zhao even blocked and dodged, and after dealing with the opponent's attack, he screamed again, and the purple void intention drove the yin fire like a long wind through the gorge, rolling the flames, sweeping over, blocking the other party, and then shouted: "Killing God Knife!"

In response to Yang Zhao, it was a more ruthless hand knife.

Yang Zhao changed three positions in a row before he could barely dodge, but he kept talking and shouted angrily: "Who wants you to kill me?"

Only he understands that this is pure fart.

However, listening to the other party's ears, it is a different taste.

After saying these words, the other party's knife momentum slowed down, and he said coldly: "Half a quarter of an hour ago, where were you?"

Yang Zhao secretly called, and his face was just rightly furrowed: "Isn't it business, interrogating prisoners......? What the hell are you doing?"

After a question and an answer, the distance between the two widened slightly, and the hand was slightly slower, and Yang Zhao could finally take a look at the most ruthless and domineering executioner in this rumor, Zhu Gou Palace, the famous "Double Knife, Four Blades and Three Small Hooks" in the polar world, the number of kills and the success rate ranked first!

This person was dressed in a gray robe, with a cold face, and two rather dense mustaches, looking middle-aged.

What impressed Yang Zhao the most was his gray and cold eyes, at first glance, it looked like seeing a lifeless cemetery, but there were countless screaming and howling spirits imprisoned inside.

In addition to the effect of a special method, this is probably not unrelated to the bloody souls on his hands.

After listening to Yang Zhao's words, his brows were also slightly furrowed, but the look in his eyes was still the same, and he was followed by another hand knife.

Palm over the place. There was a burning smell in the air.

Yang Zhao only thought that this blow was no different from the previous one, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he knew that it was going to be bad.

I don't know what technique this hand knife used, Yang Zhao only felt that all the qi in his body was broken under this knife, and the purple void yin fire that was originally like an arm and finger couldn't help but suffocate.

Although it feels fleeting. But it was enough for him to suffer a big loss!

Yang Zhao could only watch as the other party's fierce hand knife slashed through his chest, although he forced the muscles and bones of his chest to shrink inward by half an inch with his incomparably pure true breath, he was still swept by the opponent's fingertips.

Thinking of the big tree that had just died and turned to ashes in an instant, Yang Zhao only felt creepy.

Fortunately, he has been experienced in a hundred battles in the past few decades, and he has been quite experienced, and he doesn't look at the chest injury, and single-handedly urges the Yin Fire to force back the Killing God Knife. The other hand wiped from his chest, and he forcibly tore off the flesh of the wound on his chest, and the wound was deep and bone-seeing.

"Come with me, I won't kill you for the time being!"

The God Killer said in his mouth, but it was another hand knife slash.

"Kill your mother!"

Yang Zhao squeezed out this scolding from between his teeth, and his already pale face was even more white and transparent at this time.

But the wound aroused his madness, and he faced the hand knife that slashed again. He roared, and it turned out to be a hand knife to meet him.

The mouth only says not to kill. But the Killing God Knife would never mind cutting off his arm first.

The knife momentum was unabated, and in a sound like the resonance of gold and iron, the blades of the two sides collided together.

At this moment, a trace of surprise flashed in the gray eyes of the God Killing Knife, which had not changed for many years.

This is by no means Yang Zhao's arm!

The pitch-black long sleeves shattered and turned to ash, revealing the snow-white jade arms within. In the gradually clear skylight, it was so clean that it seemed to be about to shine.

The Thousand Demon Erosion Divine Method, which can corrupt all things, did not leave even a trace on it.

And the next moment, there was another flower in front of him, within this arm. Well, that's all he could describe - the arms, as if two arms were overlapping each other, and suddenly one of them popped out, like thunder, but in the end it was like dust, sticking to his chest.

He was stunned, and took Yang Zhao's retaliatory palm as ordered.

Yang Zhao's palm power was not strong, but when it was attached to his chest, the yin fire was engulfed, and in an instant, at least nearly three hundred changes were changed, and he was extremely capable of pulling and tearing.

No matter how strong his body protection true breath is, in such a high-frequency change, it is also torn to pieces.

At this time, Yang Zhao's palm seemed to be pressed and not pressed, and it seemed to be rising, and the surging yin fire flowed around the palm of his hand, and in the blink of an eye, a bottomless black hole was generated, frantically absorbing the vitality of his body, and he hated to suck out his internal organs.

He snorted, and the Thousand Demon Eclipse Divine Technique was running at full strength, colliding with the Netherworld Yin Fire again and again, and finally shook Yang Zhao's hand away before his internal organs suffered more damage.

Yang Zhao expected this change, he took advantage of this shock, his body retreated sharply, the route was straight, although he didn't know how many trees stood in the way, but he ignored them all, and his body seemed to become a phantom, passing through the branches and leaves, as if there was nothing.

The God Killing Sword didn't catch up, and he didn't feel good when he was hit by Yang Zhao. The mustache on his lips moved slightly, and three syllables came out of his throat.

"Puppet?"

The voice ignored the distance limit and reached Yang Zhao's ears.

Yang Zhao was castrated, and a wry smile appeared on his face, he knew that there were no eternal secrets in this world, and he would not treat everyone as fools, but it still didn't feel good to be pointed out to his face.

Of course, he didn't forget to put another layer of cover on himself: "The gift of killing the gods must be remembered in the future, and the picture will be reported later!"

Gritting his teeth and saying the last four words, he coughed up a mouthful of blood when he breathed, Yang Zhao quickly smeared a layer of muscle-building elixir on his chest, and his body retreated farther and farther, gradually breaking away from the divine lock of the Killing God Knife.

However, the troubles are far from over.

Just after fighting with the God Killing Sword, although it was a rabbit and a fall, the beginning and the end were extremely sudden, but the surging vitality was like a lighthouse in the dark night, which was enough for the monks within a radius of a hundred miles to clearly perceive, and the monks of the Hades Palace and the Tianxing Sword Palace were of course no exception.

In this delicate situation, who doesn't have curiosity? Yang Zhao felt that there were at least more than ten breaths, chasing after him.

I'm afraid, the God Killing Sword didn't pursue, and I'm afraid it can't be separated from this

Yang Zhao spent a lot of effort, running all the way for more than 300 miles, during which he used the sword master, the escape method, and the longitudinal technique together, before he threw off all the tails.

At this moment, his fully swept figure stopped, his face turned white, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.

The distance of three hundred miles is not long, but in order to get rid of the tracking, he spent a hundred times more energy than normal. At this time, the injuries on his body no longer allowed him to run wildly.

The palm-sized wound on his chest had formed a thin film, through which he could even see the pale bones and the slightly wriggling internal organs.

In this case, he had almost no chance of fighting again.

If you encounter a strong enemy again, you probably only have those two blood golems available. (To be continued......)