Such a powerful young man, coupled with an iron will, would make any master think twice before dueling.
But now An Shiyuan has no retreat. If he wants to maintain his dignity and continue to "make a fool of himself", he can only fight Tolstoy to the end. There is no room for sloppiness.
An Shiyuan had been impressed by Tolstoy's impression over and over again. At this moment, he shouted with murderous intent, "Okay, I will kill you today on behalf of the Demon Commander. It won't be too late to kill your two good brothers." .”
"You can't even deal with me, and you think you can deal with two brothers whose martial arts skills are stronger than mine. It's just a fantasy."
Tolstoy's blood boiled all over. When he saw the opponent's martial soul palm coming first, he struck diagonally from bottom to top, hitting his left chest. There are very mysterious variables hidden in the footwork, and coupled with the power of the martial soul in the opponent's body at this moment, almost all of it is gathered in one palm, and he strikes with anger. Tolstoy had not predicted the explosive power of his martial spirit and how big the shock wave of his martial spirit would be.
But what made him even more surprised was that An Shiyuan already knew his identity, so why did he dare to fight so hard. Instead of taking a compromise approach, retreat to save your life.
"Haha." Tolstoy laughed, and the Soul-Breaking Blade had already launched the full offensive of "Sword Shattering the Sky."
Both sides took action with all their strength, without any reservations.
The soul-breaking blade made a fiery sound of "Qiang!" "Qiang!" with such force that the suspension bridge kept shaking, as if it was being tossed around by a giant hand. Likewise, there was a creaking sound under the bridge where the wooden planks and iron chains connected. It kept making noises. It showed that the duel between the two people on the bridge had already entered a fierce stage.
"Palm of Fury." Phew! "Heaven-shattering Mad Sword." "Qiang!"
The palms and swords clashed, and the opponent's palm was suddenly colored. It turned into a bloody palm, and evil anger surged up. Like it's sticking out of hell. He suddenly grabbed Tolstoy's soul-breaking blade.
"Seeking death." However, what Tolstoy predicted did not happen. Not only was the opponent's palm not cut open by the soul-breaking blade, but under the opponent's evil sneer, there was an inexplicable sound of metal clashing. Then, the opponent's palm sparkled with gold and stone. When Tolstoy understood what was going on, he immediately used the impact of the soul-breaking blade to drive his body and spin sharply to the left, freeing up He cut out a palm with his left hand and punched the opponent's Hong Tianshen.
boom! Tolstoy flew up into the air, swooped down like a flying eagle, and landed on the wooden planks of the bridge. His eyes shot out like hell, staring hard at his opponent.
An Shiyuan clapped his hands twice and made a warm-up gesture, "Haha, how is it? This punch doesn't feel good."
"Sure enough, you got the true inheritance of Demon Commander and Hong Guang. But you are dead."
Tolstoy regained his composure, raised his right hand that had suffered a huge impact, and transferred the Soul-Breaking Blade to his left hand.
The other party was squinting his eyes and laughing at him, "I see if your right hand is seriously injured again, what are you capable of fighting with me?"
In fact, An Shiyuan's strength at this moment was completely fake, because the moment his chest was cut by the opponent's palm, his fist was cut. The opponent's palm containing the energy of Soul Condensing Pill and Guilong Bi was also as fierce as a mountain. It made his ribs shake, as if they were being opened by two invisible giant hands. The pain was so painful that he almost gritted his teeth. It's just that a powerful young opponent is right in front of him, and he must not show that he is defeated and is just trying to hold on.
If it were Tolstoy, he had no such worries at all, and he would just do whatever he wanted. When he was injured, he would switch to holding the sword with his left hand, using the same sword style of Breaking the Sky. The sword was struck with the Soul-Breaking Blade, but its majesty was not diminished at all.
An Shiyuan frowned again and again, and in addition to the wild laughter and sneer just now, there seemed to be a little more truth in his eyes.
"Qiang!" Boom! With a crash, Tolstoy retreated to the other side of the long bridge again. The Soul-Breaking Blade is no longer in his hand.
An Shiyuan, on the other hand, had a calm face, as if he didn't know what was going on, and looked at the master in front of him with a smile.
When he understood, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back. When he looked up, there seemed to be a heavy pressure on his shoulders, which instantly penetrated into his internal organs. When he frowned, he understood in shock that Thor Why did Stai have to fight for his injuries, but he also had to move in the air, using Tiangang illusion magic and high-level body skills, combined with the power of the Sky-breaking Sword style, to fight him desperately.
"You, you... Demon Commander!" Before An Shiyuan died, he popped out a jade slip tied to his right arm. There was actually a mechanism on the jade slip, which emitted a black nail. Tolstoy thought it was a hidden weapon, but little did he know that the nail instantly burned and flew into the air, rising to a height of several thousand meters. There was a burst of sparks and then disappeared.
As the signaling fireworks disappeared, White Wolf King An Shiyuan completely lay down at the bridge end, his eyes wide open, showing that he could not believe and was unwilling to admit that he would die at the hands of a young martial artist.
Tolstoy walked over with great difficulty and pulled out his soul-breaking blade from his spine.
The last drop of blood dripped from the Soul-Breaking Blade. There was no trace of blood on the blade, it was just so clean. It was as if he had never touched anyone before.
Tolstoy gently blew a little bit of ash on the blade, and the entire soul-breaking blade immediately made a sound like a tiger's roar. Buzzing.
He put away the Soul-Breaking Blade with satisfaction, but suddenly he screamed that something was wrong.
He leaned down and looked back and forth on An Shiyuan's dead body to see if there was the Dragon Ball Divine Pill he was looking for.
After searching for a while, he couldn't find it. Tolstoy frowned and said, "What a cunning guy, you don't have the thing. It seems that it must have been given to the Demon Commander and Hong Guang."
The reason why he made this judgment was precisely based on the fact that he was disguised as the Demon Commander and Hong Guang himself sent a secret signal to An Shiyuan to meet.
If An Shiyuan was still so loyal to the Demon Commander, then he would definitely bring what the Demon Commander specified.
But he didn't bring it with him, which proved that the Dragon Ball Divine Pill had already fallen into the hands of Demon Commander and Hong Guang. There is no second possibility.
"Ah, Mr. Tolstoy."
"Hey, why are you here? Where are your other junior brothers and sisters?"
The person who came was none other than Liu Hongye, who had a close conversation in the inn and was full of admiration for Tolstoy.
"They are all in the inn. I don't trust you, so I came here. I couldn't catch up with you, but I judged that the place where you might want to take action is at Changsheng Bridge. So I came. I didn't expect that, God bless me, I really found you here."
"Yeah." "Ah, you're injured. Come on, I'll help you sit aside. Heal your wounds." Liu Hongye showed rare concern for Tolstoy. Tolstoy shook his head slightly, "No need, I can handle this minor injury myself."
"No need, you were injured because you were helping our Tianlong Sect. Taking care of you is what I should do."
Tolstoy suddenly felt guilty and accepted the other person's kindness. While staring at the other person bandaging his injured arm, he asked, "What do you want to do to him?"
After saying that, he pointed to the body lying on the ground.
After Liu Hongye bandaged Tolstoy, she also sat next to him, and the two of them had a friendly attitude.
But when she heard Tolstoy ask her what she would do with the evil man who had fallen to the ground, Liu Hongye shook her head and said, "Before, when the master died, I wanted to kill him with one knife, even if he was dead. I also want to cut off his stinking head. Go to the master’s spirit to worship. Now, I just hate this evil person. I don’t want to see him again. Just leave it to him. By the way, brother Tolstoy, where is the Dragon Ball Divine Pill? ?Did you find it on him?"
Tolstoy gave a wry smile and said seriously, "I was about to tell you about this matter, which happened to An Shiyuan just now. I did not see the so-called Dragon Ball Divine Pill."
"Ah, let's put it this way. When he came to see you, he didn't bring what we wanted with him at all, did he?"
Tolstoy shook his head and said, "No, he has already paid tribute to the Dragon Ball Pill and Hong Guang."
Liu Hongye's pretty face immediately lit up with smoke, and she bit her lips, confirming and believing Thor's words, "It's the Demon Commander again, huh, I will definitely avenge this."
Tolstoy was about to comfort her when he suddenly said to Liu Hongye, "Sister Hongye, hurry up and hide. Someone is coming."
Liu Hongye was startled and followed Tolstoy's instructions and immediately hid behind a huge boulder behind Tolstoy.
A demonic shadow came like flying clouds in the sky and slowly fell from the sky.
When her exquisitely beautiful face faced Tolstoy's gray face, both of them were secretly surprised.
Tolstoy, on the other hand, had an additional worry under his surprised and complicated mood.
But he had to put on a smile and said to the other party, "This world is so small, we actually met here."
The person who came was none other than Hua Ranwu, who once wanted to kill the three of them. Apart from the Demon Queen Zhu Yuyan and the Witch Lian, he was the most powerful figure in the Demon Sect.
However, she has now surrendered to Evil Lord Sheng Zhixuan and practiced the magic skills of Evil Lord Sheng Zhixuan. In terms of realm and rank, he has already become one of the top masters. On par with Yi Jing and his three brothers. Even one or two levels higher than them.
Hua Luanwu frowned, "How could it be such a coincidence? Are you injured? Haha."
Tolstoy said calmly, "Is it funny to be injured?"
The other party stopped showing frivolity on his pretty face and turned his eyes leisurely to look at the corpse killed by Tolstoy. Suddenly his eyes became angry, "How brave, you actually killed An Shiyuan. Tolstoy, Tolstoy, do you know how much trouble you caused for yourself by killing the White Wolf King?"