Zhuo Tianzhao originally thought that the middle-aged man, as the head of a village, was also a dignified eighth-level soul emperor. Even if he had offended him in words, he would still be self-reliant and would not take action rashly. But who would think of the middle-aged man.
But he is a barbarian who does things by himself, completely ignores the eyes of others, and uses his fists to solve problems with his fists when he disagrees. Telling him that secular routines is simply not feasible.
"Boy, your provocation is useless to me, so I advise you to be honest. If you still talk to me with this attitude, I don't mind taking action to teach you a lesson for your parents!" Facing this question
Zhuo Tianzhao, who was murderous and cold, had a middle-aged man's expression as usual, and he did not even experience any emotional fluctuations.
"Who do you think you are? Teach me a lesson for my parents? Ha...ha!" Zhuo Tianzhao suddenly burst into laughter. It was not until a while later that his eyes turned cold and his voice hoarsely shouted, "You are not qualified enough!
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"Is that true?" The middle-aged man's face gradually became gloomy.
"Let's fight to heaven, I don't want to hurt innocent people!" Zhuo Tianzhao's tone was plain. After saying that, he didn't even look at the middle-aged man's reaction, but just floated into the sky.
Zhuo Tianzhao's emotions turned from anger to calmness. At this moment, anyone could see that he was the most terrifying now. The creepy cold air seemed to have even condensed into substance.
"I have seen many arrogant younger generations, but this is the first time I have seen someone as crazy as you. Since you took the initiative to invite me to fight, I will follow you!" The middle-aged man said, "and let me step on my toes and said,
The shape appeared a hundred meters ahead of Zhuo Tianzhao like teleportation.
Obviously, in the extremely arrogant conversation with Zhuo Tianzhao, the middle-aged man's anger was also drawn out. When he saw this scene, the crowd below looked at each other and was quite at a loss.
After all, at the beginning, no one would have thought that things would eventually turn into this point. Whether it was Zhuo Tianzhao or a middle-aged man, no one would give in his words. These two guys with hot tempers are like
It was two barrels of gunpowder, and the result of the collision between them was a shocking explosion.
"Dad, Long Tianzhao, what are you two doing? Stop it, okay?" Seeing the middle-aged man and Zhuo Tianzhao facing each other in the air, Ling'er was anxious as if she was on a hot pot below.
The ant, but the two terrifying auras collided fiercely, and the powerful aura formed did not allow her to intervene.
"Boy, let me see how much you are!" The middle-aged man easily put his hands behind his back, waiting quietly for Zhuo Tianzhao's attack.
"If you can still be so leisurely later, then I will take your surname!" Zhuo Tianzhao smiled coldly, then slowly raised his right hand and raised the bloodthirsty magic sword in front of his chest.
puff!
"This kid is crazy!" With a pair of stunned eyes, Zhuo Tianzhao actually pressed his left hand tightly on the blade. The sharp blade fell into the flesh, and the red blood followed closely.
Splashing out.
boom!
However, a strange scene happened. Just as Zhuo Tianzhao's blood was stained with the bloodthirsty demon sword, a violent and hot blood flame suddenly rose, and the surging blood light instantly dyed the sky a dark red.
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Yes, feed the knife with blood! Zhuo Tianzhao's soul power is not strong enough to summon the Tianwu suit to fight, but his own combat power is very different from that of a middle-aged man. If this extreme method is not used
, Where does he have the capital to fight against the middle-aged man?
Zhuo Tianzhao is a seventh-grade talent, and his bloodline concentration is naturally self-evident. At that time, the residual blood was a great loss under Zhuo Tianzhao's talented bloodline, which made the latter forcibly contract him with Xingye's help.
Now, Zhuo Tianzhao used his own blood to feed the knife, and even he was shocked by the magnificence of energy it transformed into.
As more and more blood was pulled away by the residual blood, the long blood-colored hair was automatically windless, and the color on Zhuo Tianzhao's face quickly faded, pale and terrifying, but in contrast, the blood swirled on the bloodthirsty demon sword
The flames became stronger and stronger, and the terrible soul pressure filled everyone's hearts as if they were pressed against a huge rock, and even breathing became extremely difficult.
At this moment, the middle-aged man's expression finally could no longer remain calm. His tough face gradually climbed up with a serious look. His eyes were staring at the mad Zhuo Tianzhao in front of him, and his hands were raising them in the blink of an eye.
When he arrived in front of him, as the afterimage transformed, strange handprints quickly merged into the air.
"You guy, can you still hold it?" The violent blood flames were as high as ten feet high, and nearly half of the blood in Zhuo Tianzhao's body was pulled away by the residual blood. Looking at Zhuo Tianzhao's pale picture without any trace.
He asked with a bloody face and a serious concern.
"Try to draw as much as possible. Now it's hard to get on the verge of a tiger. Today, even if I try my best to live, I will teach this guy a little bit of a painful lesson. Humph! With him, I still want to teach me a lesson on behalf of my parents? Overestimate my ability!" Zhuo Tianzhao sneered.
"Okay, hold on, add my own, the energy is almost enough!" Jianxue also knew that Zhuo Tianzhao, who was in a state of rage, could not listen to advice at all, so he didn't say much.
He only focused on absorbing the blood from Zhuo Tianzhao's body.
Roar!
However, at this moment, the middle-aged man's soul skills were completed first. Two huge hideous thunder dragons, dozens of feet tall, suddenly formed in the sky. As they crossed and roared, tiny cracks in the space spread like spiders.
Even the world seemed to be trembling violently.
"It's too late, stinky brat, you retreat first!" Seeing the two terrifying thunder dragons roaring towards their side, the sloppy blood shouted angrily, and took the initiative to leave Zhuo Tianzhao's hands and bravely met.
"Hmph, the little holy-level high-level soul skill dares to clamor in front of me, I don't know how to live or die!" The bloodthirsty demon sword burned more than ten feet of huge hot blood flames from top to bottom.
It fell and pointed the tip of the knife straight to the middle-aged man in the distance.
Destroy the Heaven Slash!
boom!
The surging blood-colored flames swept out like a storm. Under the terrible high temperature of tens of thousands of degrees, it seemed that even the air was burned into nothingness. The thousand-meter sky in front of the remaining blood, including the two thunder dragons and the middle.
Including the young man, he was almost instantly surrounded by the terrifying sword light.
The heaven and earth fell into silence in an instant, and the two powerful thunder dragons did not even ripples appear under the Destroyed Heaven Sword, and were silently swallowed.
"Guru..."
After a moment, the sound of swallowing saliva continued to sound from the crowd below, staring at the tumultuous wave of blood in horror, and almost everyone's faces were gone.
"So... so strong! What's going on with that knife? It can actually speak?"
"That's a magic weapon! Actually, I should have thought that having such a strange devouring function would definitely not be an ordinary weapon!"
"A magical artifact? Are you talking about the 108 Heavenly Guards under his command who were sealed into the instrument by the emperor after the fall of the Heavenly King thousands of years ago?"
"That's right, I didn't expect this kid to have a magical weapon to hang out with him. No wonder he is so confident!"
"But so what? If this combat skill is put on us, it will indeed cause fatal damage, but it should not be enough to pose much threat to the village chief of the eighth-level soul emperor!"
Whoosh!
It seemed to confirm the villagers' words. As soon as his voice fell, a white figure rushed out of the storm.
The white robe was slightly charred and her purple hair was a little messy. Although the middle-aged man looked a little embarrassed, his aura was still thick. It was obvious that the remaining blood Mie Tianzhan did not cause substantial damage to him.
"A magical artifact?" His eyes were frozen on the blood-colored battle knife that was still burning with a little blood flame. A hint of surprise flashed in the middle-aged man's purple eyes, "It's a pity that your cultivation is too weak, otherwise I would definitely not be able to do so."
Take it easy.”
"Hmph! You're too high-minded," the voice of the bloody blood was cold, "If your attack just now is a few seconds, and when my Sky-Devouring Slash is formed, you have now been cut into two pieces with one knife."
"Is that true?" the middle-aged man smiled faintly, "That's a pity, but now, that kid shouldn't have that much blood to provide you with energy, right?"
"Little guy, I want to ask you, what capital do you have to be arrogant?" Canxue asked coldly, "You can have the current cultivation level because you have lived twenty years more than Tianzhao, and
It’s still the case of relying on the pure energy in the realm of the Sea King. If you retreat for twenty years, Tianzhao can strangle you with one hand!"
"In this way, I am really glad that I have lived twenty years more than that kid!" The middle-aged man spread his hands helplessly, and seemed to feel embarrassed because of these factors to win.
"Okay, very good!" The middle-aged man's attitude obviously stimulated the residual blood. "If I don't teach you some lessons today, I won't call him a residual blood!"
Buzz!
After the remaining blood finished speaking, a dark scarlet and strange blood light suddenly flashed from the blade. Then, a cold edge spread invisibly, and the remaining power emitted from it had torn apart the space ahead.
A hideous hole.
"Huh?" A bone-broken chill suddenly rose from his back. The middle-aged man's face changed drastically and immediately retreated because he clearly felt that the extremely sharp edge seemed to be able to easily tear himself in half.
"Remaining blood, forget it! It's not worth hurting yourself for such a person!" But at this moment, Zhuo Tianzhao, who had a pale face and a weak breath, appeared behind the bloodthirsty demon sword inexplicably, holding the handle of the knife in one hand.
Afterwards, the strange light lingering on the blade soon disappeared into his body, "I will get back the shame today sooner or later!"
"Boy, you..." Although Zhuo Tianzhao's voice was very light and weak, he could truly feel the residual blood. The unprecedented firmness and persistence in his words...