Continue to ask for tickets for Sanjiang, currently ranked fourth, being chased very tightly, I don’t want to be smashed by others~
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"Who are you?" Zhou Heng glanced over the person who was blocking the way. He was a strong man in his thirties. Although it was only early February and the weather was extremely cold, he had bare his arms and showed his knots. Rock-like muscles.
Bloody, extremely domineering!
Blood Refining Realm!
And it is not an ordinary blood refining realm, but a super master of the twelfth level of body refining!
"Boy, do you think the people who killed Bai Yugu can leave in a big way?" The strong man said in a deep voice, his voice rolling like thunder.
Baiyu Valley!
Yes, there was the golden signboard of Heishui Temple before, so Bai Yugu didn't dare to come to the door, and Fengyu City didn't know how to do it. It was also a rule jointly formulated by the three sects!
Moreover, Zhou Heng had a good relationship with the people in the Black Water Palace, and even got the attention of Tianbao Pavilion, such a person is only suitable for secretly slaughter!
Therefore, there will be half-way cuts!
Ordinarily, for the sake of stability, it should be the powerhouse who dispatched the Spirit Gathering Realm, so that Zhou Heng would not have the slightest resistance to it!
Thinking of this, Zhou Heng couldn't help but shook his head and laughed. He knew his strength, but Bai Yugu didn't know it. Isn't it enough to dispatch a master of the twelfth level of body refining? Not to mention the twelfth level of body refining, even the tenth level of body refining is a stable victory!
Zhou Heng's smile fell in the eyes of the strong man, and his anger suddenly surged. This bastard kid actually dared to sneer, really looking for death.
"You can still laugh, very good, but it won't take long for you to even cry!" The burly man passed by and grabbed Zhou Heng with his hands. He was ordered to take Zhou Heng back, and naturally he could not kill Zhou Heng, otherwise he would be guilty and useless.
Zhou Heng unfolded a flying cloud step, slanted his figure, and skilfully slid through several positions, passing the blow of the strong man.
"Huh!" The brawny man shot down, and a strange color could not help showing on his face.
In his opinion, a young man at the ninth level of body refining was not able to capture him, but he would actually fail, which really surprised him.
"Hmph, can I hide it once, and hide it a second time?" He explored his big hands again and grabbed Zhou Heng.
"Looking for death!" Zhou Heng's eyes moved murderously. The two sides didn't know each other and naturally there was no enmity between them. Unfortunately, because of the different positions, he naturally couldn't catch it with his hands.
Qiang, the long sword is out of its sheath, waterfall swordsmanship!
"What!" The strong man retreated, but there were still more white marks on his arm.
-Waterfall swordsmanship is one of the three most powerful martial arts of the Nine Spirit Sect. After Zhou Heng's improvement, its power is naturally stronger. In addition, Zhou Heng's strength has also risen sharply, and even the twelfth-tier peak of the body refining must be hit!
It's worthy of being the peculiar knowledge of the Nine Spirit Sect, and it can still be defeated by a weak attack!
Although there is a reason for the strong man to underestimate the enemy, how can such an effect be achieved if it is not for the absolute mystery of swordsmanship
"Flying waterfall swordsmanship?" The brawny man's eyes flashed with surprise, "How can you learn the Nine Spirit Sect's peculiar knowledge?"
Just like the palm of the Red Flame Burning Heart in White Jade Valley, this is almost the unique knowledge of the Sect Master.
"This has nothing to do with you!" Zhou Heng smiled faintly and danced his sword roundly.
"Hmph, the waterfall swordsmanship is indeed powerful. It is a pity that you only have nine levels of body refining. The gap with me is too big!" The strong man shakes his hands, "You can't break my defense at all!"
"Haha, capture you, Ben Gu will have one more faculty in the future!"
He laughed, like a goshawk, and then attacked Zhou Heng.
Zhou Heng unfolded a flying cloud step under his feet, slashing the long sword in his hand like electricity, and slashed the strong man with one sword after another.
The waterfall sword technique is very mysterious. It wasn't until Zhou Heng was at the 9th level of body refining that the power of it was really used. Unfortunately, the strength gap between him and the strong man was also very obvious. The long sword was cut up like a stone. , Can only leave a series of white marks, even the skin can't be cut!
The brawny man dodged twice at the beginning, but couldn’t stand the agility of waterfall swordsmanship. He simply didn’t even bother to dodge even if he dodges. As Zhou Heng pressed forward step by step, he wanted to suppress others with his realm.
"Boy, this is the realm gap!" He laughed wildly.
Zhou Heng remained silent, the opponent at the twelfth level of body refining was the best whetstone for him, so naturally he shouldn't be missed.
"It's almost time to end!" The strong man suddenly grabbed it with one hand, extremely fast, and actually grabbed Zhou Heng's long sword, but didn't let him take it back. "I really thought I could not deal with you? The waterfall sword technique is really mysterious. , It’s just that you have used it seven or eight times in front of me, can’t I see one or two?"
He yanked hard, and the long sword in Zhou Heng's hand was immediately released, and he snapped it into pieces!
This is the power of the twelfth level of body refining!
"Boy, let me go back obediently, it will make you feel less painful!"
Zhou Heng sighed, took the Shuanghan Sword on his back, and unwrapped the cloth layer by layer: "You could have lived a little longer!"
"What?" The strong man smiled with anger, "Can you still kill me?"
While speaking, Zhou Heng had already untied the cloth, and the Shuanghan Sword appeared.
Seeing that Zhou Heng still had a sword in his hand, the brawny man couldn't help but twitched. He tried so many swords for Zhou Heng to find the right chance to seize the opponent's weapon. Unexpectedly, Zhou Heng even brought the second one. A sword!
What kind of person is this guy with two swords!
You didn't make a two-handed sword!
Qiang, the Shuanghan Sword was unsheathed, and he let out a clear moan. It was sealed for too long, and he was actually protesting to Zhou Heng!
The burly man's face changed, and he could naturally see the sharpness of this sword with his eyes!
"Are you scared?" Zhou Heng said flatly, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing.
"Huh, a small nine-layer body refining!" The strong man's eyes were awkward. Although he was disdainful, he didn't dare to take any carelessness. With his fists shaken, he assumed a weird attack posture.
"This is Tyrant Fist!"
He is already running the true energy of his whole body, and the sound of words rumbling, like thunder in his ears, can almost faint people in a living earthquake: "Although it is not comparable to the waterfall sword technique, it is also one of the best martial arts of the middle class. exist!"
"Running with my power three levels higher, one punch can blow you up!"
"The young master told me to take the living person back, but I didn't say that I must be a complete person!"
The burly man yelled and pushed out with a punch. The true vitality surged, and the compressed air formed a wave of air, blasting towards Zhou Heng.
"Ba Ying Thousand Strikes!"
Bang bang bang, he kept bombarding through the air, forming waves of air after another, like the roar of the sea, waves blasted towards Zhou Heng!
He was afraid of Zhou Heng’s sword’s benefit, so he did not hesitate to attack from the air, but the power of the twelfth layer of body refining had reached a terrible level, and even the power of the void was enough to hit Zhou Heng’s body in an instant. Smash!
Zhou Heng snorted coldly, his figure threw out, and his divine will instantly unfolded, and the situation on the court immediately came to his mind in detail.
-Seventy-four air waves are blasting at him from different angles!
Feiyun stepped forward, Zhou Heng did not retreat but advances!
His figure is as slippery as a fish, and he shuttles in the waves of the air, and walks out a path in the mountain of knives abruptly!
"How is it possible!" Seeing Zhou Heng step by step, the brawny man was filled with indescribable shock.
He knows that no attack can be seamless, and there will always be breakpoints, or flaws, but through the smoothness of the technique, this flaw can be continuously reduced or even hidden!
There are flaws in Tyrant Fist, but it can be classified as a middle-rank martial art. The flaws are naturally extremely subtle! The most important thing is that he is performing with the twelfth level of body refining, but his opponent only has the ninth level of body refining!
In the face of absolute strength and speed, the so-called flaws have actually been ignored, because the weak are simply unable to seize that one in 10,000, or even one in billions of opportunities!
However, he saw such a freak right now, abruptly seizing the flaws that were almost negligible in his every move, and moving forward courageously!
In the blink of an eye, Zhou Heng had already reached him!
—This is the result of the joint operation of Feiyunbu and Zhou Heng's meticulous divine consciousness. Both are indispensable.
Ling Tian third style!
The sword intent flowed wildly, the true vitality in the body was quickly emptied, Zhou Heng swung a sword that could kill the world, dazzling!
Cut it with one sword!
Puff, blood was spraying three feet high, this sword cut it, and cut off the brawny man!
Zhou Heng suddenly sat down on the ground, Ling Tian nine-style is really not a person can display, even if he has mastered the mystery, but swinging a sword still consumes all his power.
If you use the waterfall sword method, then with the Frost Han sword, it is naturally a steady win version, but steady win does not mean steady kill!
After all, his true cultivation level is only nine levels of body refining. If the brawny wants to escape, he will not be able to catch up, so he must be a fatal blow!
—Since the other party wants to arrest him and go back to death, Zhou Heng has nothing to say, only one word: kill!
To be kind to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself. Once he takes a shot, he will never show mercy. Zhou Heng had this kind of consciousness when he embarked on the road of martial arts.
He searched the corpse of the strong man, but there was nothing more than a few silver tickets. With a single click, these silver tickets totaled more than five thousand two. However, Zhou Heng couldn't help but twitched when he saw the mark on the bank note.
This is impressively opened by Tianbao Pavilion!
Putting away the bank note, he is now very poor, so naturally he doesn't mind giving away money from the dead. After taking a deep breath, he continues to march towards the Pingtian Mountains.
The grievances with Bai Yugu will be completely settled one day!
Three days later, he returned to the Cold Lake of Absolute Valley. At this time, his true vitality had reached the best state, and he could attack the blood refining realm!
"Hey, which brave guy dared to break into this cave mansion?" A voice like a broken duck's throat sounded, and a black donkey also appeared in front of Zhou Heng.
"It's you ass!"
"Your uncle, this seat is a donkey!"
The black donkey bit at Zhou Heng at once.