"Someone goes up to challenge!"

Lin Tianyao ignored Chen Zhao and looked at the battle platform.

Chen Zhao also looked over.

A young man in a blood-red robe stepped onto the battle platform.

The young man, about twenty-seven years old, had a cold indifference and a sneer on his face.

"Oh, I really don't care, I dare to challenge my big brother, I'm sent to die."

Chen Zhao sneered.

However, the knife on the battlefield platform showed a solemn color on his face.

The other side stood there casually, but it seemed to make him feel like he was facing the blood of the corpse, and he was under enormous pressure.Also, the other side is so young that if you're under 30, you dare to come on stage.It's definitely not easy.

Volume 119 The Spirit of Eating Halberds [-] Continuously

"I don't know what your name is?"

Chen Dao asked.

"Just blood!"

Young people are depressed.

"Just blood?"

Chen Dao sank for a while, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He originally thought that the other party might be the eternal arrogance of the East. If it was really the arrogance of thousands of pirates, he would consider not fighting.

However, the blood's name did not appear on thousands of pirates.Clearly, the other side isn't the arrogance on the list.

"The war is still falling!"

The blood is gloomy.

"war!"

Chen's firm response.

"Oh, well, I'm really afraid you're going to fall."

The blood just licked his lips, and the cold color was thicker.

Prosperity!

The next moment, the blood was on the body, the blood rushed, the huge bloody palm, suspended at the top of the blood, surrounded by seven silver chakras.

"King seventh blood!"

Chen's face changed.

The second blood that can reach the seventh rank of the king is definitely an unparalleled genius.

Such as Qin Qing's shirt, Sheng Xing Chen, both are Wang Qi.

Chen knife head, a knife hanging, but the king's sixth blood.

"Blood flames!"

The blood just shot out, the air burst, and even turned into liquid, the bloody palm lines slammed towards Chen.

Hey!

Chen Dao left the knife, and the knife was dazzling.

But this time, Chen Dao's knife light did not open the bloody palm lines, but the knife light was scattered by the bloody palm lines.

Chen's face changed, he screamed, and the second knife appeared violently, stronger than the first.

But the bloody palm print came again, one palm and one palm, and overbearing.

Chen Dao continued to cut, the sixth knife, the seventh knife...

Soon, before the seventh knife, before he came out with the seventh knife, he killed the turtle, but now, he went out with the seventh knife, and still fell at the bottom.

Chen Dao roared, the eighth knife and the ninth knife came out violently.

The knife smashes and opens the palm prints, but the subsequent prints are numerous and continuous.

After the ninth knife was drawn, Chen's body retreated frantically.

"Blood martial arts is the blood martial arts of God, and Chen Dao will be defeated."

In the stands, a white-haired old man exclaimed.

"What? The other party actually realized blood martial arts."

Many people were shocked.

"Blood martial arts?" Lin Tianyao whispered.

The so-called blood martial arts are martial arts that the military understands from their own blood.

The blood of warriors contains endless wealth, far from being as simple as a bloody outbreak.

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