The Black Book

Before, Hongjila laughed at [Dazhen] for having no one and relying on a teenager of sixteen or seventeen to hold the scene.

However, now, when facing the legendary Duke of Yu, he found that the other party was ten thousand times more terrible than the intelligence!

Just one round of attack, his army was almost collapsed, and suffered heavy losses!

He couldn't understand why the other party had such a devastating power?

Even if he started practicing from the womb, it would be impossible to practice to this level, right?

As one of the world's top destiny people, Hongjila boasted that his growth speed was unmatched, but at this time, facing the [Dazhen] teenager who was a dozen years younger than him, he felt a little powerless and confused.

He was only seventeen years old!

Immediately, Hongjila's eyes were fierce, and endless murderous intent surged in his heart.

If this peerless genius that only appears once in a thousand years is not eliminated, it may be the enemy of the empire for hundreds of years in the future!

Bang~

Raising his hand, he shot an arrow, which was wrapped in divine flames, like a white rainbow piercing the sun, and instantly appeared in front of Zhu Haomiao.

[Swift Wind Strength·Spiritual Resonance]!

A mysterious spiritual light bloomed between his eyebrows, and the black-clothed boy subconsciously tilted his head, and the destructive golden light passed by his ears, and aroused brilliant flames with the protective energy.

But the next second, dense arrows attacked like raindrops, blocking Zhu Haomiao within a radius of more than ten meters, and even the arrows flying behind him drew an arc and shot back at his vest.

"Tsk~"

Realizing that the opponent's arrows were unavoidable, Zhu Haomiao curled his lips, and his whole body was full of true energy like a volcano.

Buzz~

The ethereal energy condensed and collapsed, turning into a layer of translucent crystal wall visible to the naked eye, wrapping the boy like an eggshell.

[Heavenly Strength·Entrapment]!

Boom!

Arrows from all over the sky hit the translucent crystal wall, and the destructive force exploded, blooming a miniature golden sun in the sky.

However, when the dazzling divine light subsided, the unharmed black-clothed boy appeared in Hongjila's sight, and a crystal-clear glass sword was suspended beside him, stirring a high-frequency trembling buzzing.

The four eyes met, and the black-clothed boy raised his hand to hold the glass sword, and a hideous arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Come on, snipe at the middle gate."

Before he had time to understand Li Lin's inexplicable words, a chilling palpitation struck Hongjila's mind.

That was destiny and spirituality warning him, warning that the seemingly handsome and harmless boy was brewing a fatal threat that could kill him!

With a gloomy face, Hongjila drew out the golden knife from his waist, calling on the power of heaven and earth, and a vast and magnificent golden divine light appeared in his pupils.

On the other side, his sight swept over the golden knife in Hongjila's hand, and he realized that it was a [real thing] that contained the power of national destiny. Zhu Haomiao's thoughts turned rapidly in his mind, but his hands did not stop moving at all.

With a wave of his hand, the glass sword that had been brewing to the extreme disappeared in an instant, condensed into a shimmering light, and instantly appeared in front of Hongjila.

His pupils shrank to the size of a pinhole in an instant. Hongjila's mind was blessed, and his body transcended consciousness. Following the guidance of the unknown, he slashed out a mysterious and incomparable knife.

When~

The blade and the tip of the sword touched each other accurately. After a brief stalemate, a light brighter than the sun exploded in the air.

Boom!

The next second, the expanding and spreading shock wave swept across the earth, adding new wounds to the already devastated camp.

"Oh my god!"

Amid the screams of crying for their parents, countless centaurs who had no time to escape were caught in the aftermath of the energy. The destructive force mixed with the divine energy easily tore them into pieces and threw them into the sky like snowflakes.

Instantly, a scarlet blood rain fell within a radius of several kilometers. The "raindrops" mixed with fragments of internal organs fell on the ground with crackling sounds, dyeing the charred land with a touch of bright red stickiness.

And outside the battlefield, countless monks in robes stared at this scene blankly with their eyes straight.

"Are all the extraordinary people in China... monsters?"

"As expected of the Asura King in the mouth of the Lord, it's so scary!"

…………

In the rustling murmurs, someone quickly reacted and snorted coldly.

"Hmph, we must also be serious, otherwise China will catch up with us!"

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately resonated with everyone.

"That's right, look at them, although they are not as talented as us, they have reached such a high level through hard work!"

"Our young people just don't want to endure hardships, they give up after a few deaths... they have no ambition!"

"That's right, they drag their feet when they are asked to find the [real thing], and they are not active at all!"

"Even if they are given a chance, they are useless!"

"Alas, a bunch of low-class people, mud can't help the wall!"

A man withdrew his sight from the center of the battlefield and said hesitantly with an angry sigh.

"King Asura appeared on the battlefield, it may not be safe here, should we withdraw first?"

"I agree."

"What about those low-class people?"

"Let them continue to attack from all sides, involving the opponent's forces, and by the way, look for [real things]."

"That's right, there are so many low-class people, even King Asura can't kill them all in a short time, just in time to squeeze out the last bit of their value."

…………

On the other side, Zhu Haomiao, who had no idea about the heaven-defying discussion outside the battlefield, stared at the creeping and expanding mushroom cloud, staring at the looming outline inside.

When the dust and smoke cleared, in the center of a radial deep pit with a diameter of more than 100 meters, the tall and burly Hongjila half-knelt on the ground with all four hooves, with wisps of green smoke rising from his body. He supported his body with a golden knife in one hand and tightly covered his chest with the other hand.

At his heart, a faint golden blood spread from his fingers, almost dyeing his entire chest red.

"It seems that killing the King of Yue is not without cost. The old man will have high fighting spirit until his death..."

Sensing the familiar divinity remaining on the enemy's wound, Zhu Haomiao sighed with emotion and no hurt.

The young man in black clothes looked like a dark cloud floating over Hong Ji's head. He raised his palm and spread his fingers. A cruel and twisted divinity condensed on his palm, forming a real black eight-sided Han sword. .

Phew~

The sword light shot out, and at the critical moment, Hongjira waved the golden sword again, but just when he was about to hit the sword's edge, his eyes suddenly blurred.

The inevitable chop fell into the air. Hongjila felt a chill in his lower abdomen. He slowly lowered his head stiffly and saw a fist-sized hole between his chest and abdomen.

The flesh-and-blood piercing gap is hideous and terrifying, the flesh and blood internal organs are directly exposed to the air, and the scene behind you can even be seen through the cavity!

In mid-air, the majestic and slender Eight-sided Han Sword had returned to Zhu Haomiao's hand at some point. The pale golden blood beads flowing on the blade seeped into the sword body as if it had been swallowed by a living thing, arousing a subtle and joyful sword cry.

【Agility】+20

Feeling the temporarily stolen power blend into his spirit and flesh, Zhu Haomiao closed his eyes intoxicated.