The evolution history of blood and tears of the scum leader

"Alright, alright, Murong Qi, this is your choice. Let me see how the Ice Art, which is the auxiliary body, can defeat the Raging Flame Art after my mastery!"

Murong Qi looked at Jun Tianyao's eyes with extreme hatred, without saying a word, he seemed to have completely covered his soul in the dark abyss, no one could find a trace of it from that extremely indifferent face. children's emotions.

The sword is out of its sheath, the person is out of the palm, the black clothes and the white clothes are flying together, and the hair is entangled with each other. There is no more words between them. At this moment, apart from life and death, everything is superfluous.

The hem of Murong Qi's clothes fluttered behind him, and he swelled with a burst of strong energy. The long sword in his hand was completely unsheathed, and the light of the sword faced each other, like a pool of autumn water in the sky, cutting through the air, and directly facing Jun Tianyao's face. Fell towards him from a height.

It's really a good sword, good swordsmanship, Jun Tianyao's eyes are full of bright sword light, and he can't see anything else. He pokes his palms under the sleeves on both sides, and a silkworm that looks like nothing appears, and pulls it horizontally. , kicked his left foot against the ground violently, meeting the long sword Hengkong in Murong Qi's hand.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, the sword's edge and the sky silk trembled countless times in this short moment at a speed invisible to the naked eye. The light flickered, and between the thumbs of Jun Tianyao's hands holding both ends of the silk, a little blood spilled out.

Murong Qi saw that Jun Tianyao's defense was not breached by the blow with all his strength, and his strength weakened in the air, his eyes froze, the posture of holding the sword with both hands changed, and he held the sword tightly with one hand and five fingers He let go of the hilt with his right hand, turned his wrist over, and a strong chill came out of his palm.

The cold soaked the body, and the fiery internal force in Jun Tianyao's body automatically operated, forcing the coolness out of the skin, alternating cold and hot, and a burst of mist transpired, misty, covering the sight of both sides.

Murong Qi's palm was getting closer and closer, cracks appeared in the zhenqi of the body protector, cracks appeared in the ground under his left foot, the sneer on Jun Tianyao's face slowly turned into a bit of bitterness, nothing more, Compared with the fight between the two now, it can express Murong Qi's intentions more clearly.

Words can be deceiving, demeanor can be deceiving, but killing intent is something he can't do even if he wants to deceive himself again. Murong Qi really did his best, really wanted to Put him to death, just to get out, just for Xue Yuyan.

The tiger's mouth of both hands has been torn, and the extremely cold true energy spreads to the hands along the magic weapon in Murong Qi's hand, along the silk silk that intersects with the sword, and the hands, which are as white as jade, are covered with a layer. The ice crystals, and even the dripping blood were frozen by the extreme cold, and the blood beads flowing in the transparent cold air were dripping, crystal clear, and exuding a coquettish beauty.

Known to be invulnerable to swords, invulnerable to water and fire, the world's toughest silk has slowly been unable to withstand Murong Qi's full blow, and the bitterness on Jun Tianyao's lips has also begun to disappear: "Murong Qi, Murong Qi, this You forced me to..."

If I can't get it, no one else can get it. Jun Tianyao's black hair scattered around his body is windless and automatic, and the raven feathers like monster snakes are violent, following Jun Tianyao shaking his head. The movement of each root is vertical, and the fine tip is moving towards Murong Qi's neck. At the same time, with a soft creaking sound, the silkworm silk breaks into two halves.

Jun Tianyao didn't panic, but calmly withdrew his hands, and shot the two broken silk threads at Murong Qi's dark and unwavering eyes, the two broken silk threads were faster than lightning, The hair came later, and before the black hair wrapped around Murong Qi's neck, it could barely touch the man's thin eyelids.

A look of solemnity flashed in Murong Qi's eyes, and the palm on Jun Tianyao's chest, who had opened the door wide open because of the attack of rabbits and falcons, reflexively blocked his own eyes.

And his neck was bent, and his body was half sideways, so that the black hair fell into the air, the long sword in his hand seemed to have eyes, and the sword flowers in his left hand turned over, and Jun Tianyao had already wiped away the offensive that Jun Tianyao took advantage of.

This series of fights was said to be late, but it was actually completed in an instant. Jun Tianyao no longer had a weapon in his hand, but it was even more savage than using silk silk to defend against Murong Qi's sword just now. The moment he was blocked, he twisted his waist and moved three inches horizontally out of thin air, staggering the long sword that Murong Qi swung coldly. He shortened his body, stretched his slender left leg straight, and poured all the energy of the flames into his body. In the blood between the left leg, there was a click, and the leg bone intersected with the leg bone. The man who was caught off guard staggered, and his face turned pale.

His reaction could not be described as extremely unpleasant. At the moment when his body was tilted, and his vision was still blocked by the black hair that had not completely fallen, the sword in his hand had already fallen fiercely towards the place he felt.

Jun Tianyao sneered, his right hand didn't dodge or dodge, and he used the knives of empty-handed blade upwards, and the five fingers of his left hand together, turned into the most flexible blade, and stabbed towards Murong Qi's abdomen.

"Stab!" "Stab!"

Two sounds of skin cracking, Murong Qi and Jun Tianyao both took a step back in time, but one still drew a deep scar on the palm of the hand, which was close to becoming a severed palm, and the other, on the belly. His clothes were torn, revealing a half-foot-long horizontal wound, bloody and bloody, if he hadn't dodged so fast, Jun Tianyao's palm would have made a big hole in that blow.

"A weapon that can break the qi..."

Jun Tianyao put his five fingers together, and the bright liquid dripped down the round and beautiful nail tips towards the ground, both his and his, but his eyes were fixed on the knife in Murong Qi's hand that was stained with his own blood. long sword.

"You really want to kill me?"

Even Jun Tianyao himself didn't think that, having reached this point, why he still refused to give up, and still believed that the man in front of him was just like so many times before, would not have the heart to hurt him, would talk cruelly, but in fact always It is soft-hearted.

Murong Qi's answer was to raise the tip of his sword slightly, silently provoking, piercing the reality that Jun Tianyao refused to face, Murong Qi wanted to kill him for Xue Yuyan.

The blood-stained edge stung his eyes, and the poisonous fire in Jun Tianyao's heart rose uncontrollably. He no longer expected Murong Qi to change his mind, and his slender waist bent like a The bow, with both hands held in the shape of claws, using itself as a weapon, the internal force is running to the extreme, the heat is surging, and the burning smell penetrates the barriers of layers of air, and only when it is supported by the sword can it stand there, standing straight Murong gave up and left.