The Black Book

Looking at this exaggerated effect, even Zhu Haomiao couldn't help but be amazed.

It's worthy of the [Destiny Change] that he defeated the Eight-Nation Alliance and swallowed the luck of the whole world!

The original [Black Book] was already perverted enough with all kinds of cheats, and now it's even more horrifying!

No!

Frowning solemnly, Zhu Haomiao immediately corrected his wrong thoughts and recognized his true heart.

My strength is all due to my hard practice!

How can I use any external force? !

That's right!

I, Xiao Zhu Zhu, didn't cheat!

Zhu Haomiao breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that his mind was clear and his thoughts were clear, and he couldn't help but smile.

[Black Book]: Dao Heart +6

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I suspect you are playing tricks on me, but I have no evidence!

Staring at [Black Book] angrily, Zhu Haomiao raised his foot to leave, and suddenly heard fierce shouts and killings from the front yard.

Frowning, the young man hurriedly took steps, seemingly slowly but actually quickly, and ran towards the front yard.

However, in the state of [Pupation], his strength was greatly weakened. Just when he was struggling whether to give up the fourth level of [Stellar Furnace Body Tempering Technique] that was halfway through the transformation, the scene in front of him made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Two figures were fighting in the yard, and the flashes of swords and swords flashed continuously as they moved around, and the sharp energy made people's skin hurt from a distance.

There were still a few constables lying on the ground, wailing and vomiting blood, but fortunately they did not seem to be in danger of life, and were dragged away for treatment by their colleagues who rushed over.

Taking his eyes off the seriously injured subordinates, Zhu Haomiao stared at the strange figure in the center of the battlefield and narrowed his eyes slightly.

It was a thin middle-aged man, holding a three-foot green sword, with a nimble figure and as fast as the wind.

And the opponent who was beaten by his sharp swordsmanship was Yan Yunsheng.

Seventh rank!

With just one glance, Zhu Haomiao recognized the enemy's level, and his brows slowly knotted.

Why would a seventh-grade warrior come to kill him in broad daylight? !

Do you really think that the [Dazhen] government is a public toilet barbarian?

With a trace of anger in his heart, Zhu Haomiao subconsciously wanted to unlock his self-seal, but he realized that Yan Yunsheng could still hold on, so he suppressed the impulse.

The martial arts has already transformed halfway, it would be a pity to give up now...

Although it is impossible to defeat a seventh-grade warrior head-on in the [Pupa] state, it is still very easy to contain the threat.

Taking a step forward, Zhu Haomiao reached into the leather bag on his waist, took out a specially made slender steel needle and clamped it on his fingertips, slowly infusing it with true energy.

[Armor-breaking Power·Invincible]!

[Flying Light Power·Starfall]!

[Accumulated Explosive Power·Mountain Destroying]!

As the true energy was infused, the middle-aged man who was locked in the eyes of the young man felt like a thorn in his back, and keenly sensed the threat of death, as if an ice cone was pressed on the back of his head, and he could faintly feel the piercing cold, which made his scalp numb.

The middle-aged man's eyes drifted out of the battlefield involuntarily, and opposite him, Yan Yunsheng noticed that the enemy was distracted and also noticed that Zhu Haomiao was on the side to support him. He suddenly became more confident and attacked without any scruples.

The positive pressure forced the man to shift his attention back, and he couldn't help gritting his teeth.

The enemy on the opposite side had a shallow swordsmanship and was not as strong as himself. As long as he was given enough time, he would definitely be killed within a hundred moves.

But now, there was a fatal threat staring at him, and he had to divide at least half of his energy to be alert and ready to change his tactics at any time.

So, on the one hand, the morale was high and the fight was getting smoother and smoother, and on the other hand, he was timid and worried. The situation on the battlefield began to reverse, and Yan Yunsheng gradually gained the upper hand.

On the other side, after waiting for a long time without seeing the young man take action, the middle-aged man's irritability was like a volcano erupting.

I am not afraid of the enemy's siege, but I am afraid that the enemy is ready to attack, hanging in the balance!

Sensing that the momentum brewing in the dark is becoming more and more fierce and terrifying, the threat like a thorn in the throat makes the man want to retreat.

But at this time, he is like a beast caught in a trap, being held in place by the threats from the front and back, unable to advance or retreat!

Didn't we agree that there are only a bunch of rotten fish and shrimp?

The intelligence department is screwing me again! !

Realizing that it would not work if he dragged it on any longer, the man gritted his teeth and attacked Yan Yunsheng with all his strength, risking the danger of being hit by a hidden arrow, ready to severely injure or force him back!

And when a seventh-grade warrior attacked with all his strength without any scruples, Yan Yunsheng was immediately suppressed. In just a few breaths, there were more than a dozen sword marks on his body.

However, the intense pain and the terror between life and death stimulated Yan Yunsheng, a mysterious power bloomed from the depths of his soul, and spider-web-like bloodshot appeared on his eyeballs.

"Roar!"

With a powerful roar, the long sword in Yan Yunsheng's hand turned into a white silk and chopped the enemy's forehead.

Looking at this brutal sword that would kill both of them, the middle-aged man's pupils trembled, and he was forced to retract his sword to block it.

Bang!

The enemy was chopped back three steps with one sword. Yan Yunsheng was in a dominant position, like a tiger descending from the mountain. A set of crude swordsmanship showed an unmatched power in his hands.

The middle-aged man saw many flaws in the swordsmanship, but he couldn't catch any of them.

Because Yan Yunsheng's crazy offensive with his life at stake forced him to defend, and any offensive would be a mutual destruction!

Damn it!

What are you fighting for for a few taels of silver a month! !

Cursing furiously in his heart, the middle-aged man no longer wanted to wade into this muddy water, and decided to withdraw after Yan Yunsheng was exhausted!

However, he did not wait until Yan Yunsheng's first effort was exhausted, then he became weaker and exhausted.

On the contrary, the bloodshot in Yan Yunsheng's eyes became thicker and thicker, his expression became more and more ferocious, his strength became stronger and stronger, and his sword became more and more fierce!

Finally, the momentum accumulated to the extreme, Yan Yunsheng let out a happy and crazy roar, and felt that the strength in his meridians rushed down, and the bottleneck that was stuck in him was completely broken.

"Hahahaha! Take my sword!!"

Dang!

On the periphery of the battlefield, seeing Yan Yunsheng laughing wildly and chopping the enemy with a sword, Zhu Haomiao widened his eyes in surprise and felt the familiar supernatural power.

[Angry]!

At the same time, a mysterious and subtle resonance emerged in the depths of his soul.

The inheritance connection between fate and divinity condensed into a real thread, running through illusion and reality, connecting to the top of the pyramid deep in Zhu Haomiao's sea of ​​consciousness, and turned into a tiny and fragile light thread of faith!

But just when Zhu Haomiao was shocked by Yan Yunsheng's change, the situation on the battlefield suddenly reversed.

The middle-aged man who was chopped by a knife and vomited blood had a focused look in his eyes. He activated the secret method and poured all his true energy into the long sword in his hand without reservation.

In an instant, a dazzling spiritual light bloomed on the battlefield, and the nearly materialized sword energy condensed instantly.

"Huangquan Yin!"

With a faint murmur, the middle-aged man combined his body with the sword and turned into a stream of light to shoot at Yan Yunsheng.

Before the attack reached his body, the indestructible condensed sword intent had already locked onto his eyebrows, and Yan Yunsheng's pupils shrank fiercely.