As expected by Nie Kong, near a small mountain village, the old man with a hook nose led the two of them over according to the design. Here he had a helper, a cultivator at the peak of martial arts, a thin body and goatee, and a weapon was the tobacco pot in his hand. He was originally living in a seclusion in a small mountain village and enjoying his old age. He did not dare to expect the realm of Wuzong. Suddenly, he came to visit an old friend and felt that his old friend had a breakthrough and should have raised his glass to celebrate. However, the old friend's embarrassment at this moment made him really hard to believe that the strong man of Wuzong would be forced into such a situation by two martial arts masters.

"Brother Hong, help me capture these two little bastards."

The goat Hu Hongxiong jumped up, and the cigarette pot in his hand shook, and the splashing sparks exuded a brutal and sharp look.

"Brother Song, don't worry."

The old man with a hook nose, Song Guo looked at the way he came viciously, grabbed a little bacon dried by Hong Xiong in the yard, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it, as if chewing the flesh and blood of the two. The sound between the teeth completely revealed the hatred in his heart.

"Let's go, the old dog is looking for help." Hu Yan Wudi's sarcastic laughter sounded between the mountains and forests, and the two of them grabbed the dates on the trees as food. From chasing to running, they challenged themselves at the extreme limit. One careless person would die. In this state, Nie Kong and Hu Yan Wudi had to be extra cautious in every movement and every pause. They were tired of eating and drinking and tempering their will. Such a cruel and thrilling training method, Hu Yan Wudi had never dared to think about it. Following the man beside him who seemed to be a lake of water but was actually extremely crazy, he actually tried this training method. The crazy factor in his bones was ignited and became more and more excited. After returning, the brothers would not have shocked them to death if they heard about this experience.

"I'll do this." Hong Xiong is a new member, and his physical strength is extremely strong. Nie Kong and the other two turned around and were caught up. Before Nie Kong looked at Hong Xiong, he waved his remaining blade to face the old man with a hook nose. After overdrawing his physical strength and energy, he counterattacked. He dared to fight alone and could not keep up with the spirit of Emperor Wuzong Song.

It can be said that Song State is a tragic character. He had just broken through to the realm of Wuzong and had not had time to show off, but because of a little greed, he encountered Nie Kong and Hu Yan Wudi. The confidence to break through was gradually wiped out. Especially at this moment, when the boy who had barely resisted and fled at the beginning actually faced the head-on, Song State's anger that was beyond words broke out again.

A faint touch flashed in Hu Yan Wudi's eyes. He is a brother, and he can become a brother for the rest of his life with little things.

In the same realm, Hu Yan Wudi was not at a disadvantage when facing the goatee Hu Hongxiong. With powerful martial arts and long breath, Hong Xiong really had no choice but to do anything about him. Fist is afraid of being strong, and Hu Yan Wudi is constantly improving and understanding. He is fighting against each other in a tit-for-tat way.

Nie Kong on the other side completed a battle that was truly brave and brave with a weak and elegant image. His handsome face was slightly ferocious, and blood flowed out of his mouth and nose. He could see that he could see that he was blue and purple everywhere with his clothes, and he had internal and external injuries. However, he did not retreat and fought against the Song State without stepping back. He actually blocked the attack of the powerful people in the Wuzong realm with the martial arts realm, and fought back at no less than the opponent's offensive.

The real warrior will explode in desperate situations. At this moment when Nie Kong has 20% certainty, he chooses to put himself in desperate situations and seeks to explode.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Song's claws grabbed Nie Kong several times, and the blood was foggy and terrifying. Nie Kong had not taken a step back and was holding his breath. If he had ejaculated, he would not be able to continue fighting.

One-on-one, the first time Song State was injured, Nie Kong's hands were covered with blood, and the part where he held the residual blade was even more bloody. The first time the solid residual blade came on the body of Song State, and blood splattered, and the residual blade came to Song State's right abdomen. If the other party hadn't been able to escape, the intestines of Song State would have flowed all over the ground.

The angry Song State also took the initiative, and did not dodge or dodge. He began to play against Nie Kong. With an absolute advantage, he always went out to attack the main attack, making Nie Kong look like a sandbag, but this sandbag must not be underestimated. It showed a ferocious moment from time to time, which was enough to make anyone retreat.

Half an hour later, the Song Kingdom was subdued. To be precise, Hong Xiong was subdued. He no longer fought alone. He took advantage of a flash move to get rid of Hu Yan Wudi and rushed towards Nie Kong, striving to attack Song Kingdom and kill Nie Kong. He did not think that a man who was so brave could capture him alive.

"Boss, let's go." Hu Yan Wudi was convinced. With this half hour, the boss will definitely be invincible in the world in the future. Nothing can be rare to defeat him.

Nie Kong took a claw of Song State, and Hu Yan Wudi's rescue also played a role to restrict Song State from continuing to attack. He turned around and stared at Hong Xiong with red bloodshot eyes. At that moment, Hong Xiong had an illusion that the person standing in front of him was not a human, but a ferocious beast from ancient times.

At that moment, the residual blade in Nie Kong's hand slashed like lightning. If the claw behind him had not blasted his body to the side, Hong Xiong would have been slashed into two by the residual blade. Even so, Hong Xiong was old and retired to the mountains and forests but could not escape the miserable end. His entire left arm was cut off by the residual blade and he retreated with a wail.

Blood splattered Nie Kong's body, and his feet kept rushing past Hong Xiong, and he crawled into the distant forest with his speed. Song State did not chase him immediately. He took out the best trauma medicine from his arms and slapped it on Hong Xiong's wounds: "Hong Xiong, brother, I'm sorry for you."

When Hong Xiong was young, he was also the master of the river flowing from the wind and rain. He was already holding his breath, but now he was injured again. His life without worries is becoming more and more boring. Instead of getting old and losing to a junior, how can he relieve his hatred if he doesn't kill the other party? He ignored the broken arms on the ground and simply bandaged him and said, "Brother Song, chase him, I want to kill those two little bastards."

"Hong Xiong, you're still like this..."

"It's okay, I'm familiar with me here, they can't escape." Hong Xiong was really angry. He had never lost a piece of it on his body for his whole life. He was old and had lost his arms. The two little bastards were at the end of their strength. He also knew that if they were not eliminated today, they would come to trouble him in the future.

Song State nodded, but there was a vague concern in his heart. Do you still have to chase such an enemy?

"Hahahahaha..." Nie Kong laughed wildly, his voice sounded between the mountains and forests, erasing the blood on his face and body. The residual blades in his hands gradually showed a different light, the same color as the blood flowing from his hands, facing the scorching sun, flashing bloody light.

In the battle of fighting with life as bets, few practitioners will let themselves enter this state with choices, and the harvest will follow one after another.

At this moment, on both sides of the printed side of the body's heart, two faint shadows of the reduced-formed blade gradually condensed.

Haidunjiang has not appeared once in the past half month. He has taught everything he should say, and the rest depends on Nie Kong's own understanding. He has seen it for more than half a month, and can only say that this child has a bright future. At this moment, even Haidunjiang was really shocked. The little martial artist actually gave birth to the natal weapon spirit. Outsiders would envy Nie Kong's weapons that possessed the weapon soul, and only Haidunjiang, as the soul, could see a more realistic situation from his body. The instrument soul is the life of the instrument, the instrument spirit is the instrument only the spiritual wisdom, and the natal weapon spirit is the derivative body that completely depends on the master, rather than the innate fertilization or the untamed spiritual wisdom weapon spirit in the divine artifact.

There were rumors that the earlier the cultivator who had the combat natal weapon spirit, the greater the growth space, the greater the growth space of the natal weapon spirit, and the stronger the strength. Nie Longkong is a peerless genius. He inherited the square seal and stepped into the innate natal weapon spirit and was bred, leaping across the continent to dominate one side.

How powerful will the natal weapon spirits produced by the martial arts realm be?
Chapter completed!