Dragon Warrior

The Heaven-shattering Halberd is an artifact that has been nurtured by the God King for endless years. It contains endless power. Although it is only a small show of sharpness, it can also completely shatter the dark world in an instant. He ran away in a hurry, but was still swept by the golden edge, his soul was severely injured, his seven orifices were bleeding, he curled up on the ground, trembling, as if he was about to collapse at any time.

"Who are you? Why are you hiding your identity from me?" Roger looked at the animal skin that had been turned into powder in his hand, and struggled to squeeze out a few words. To be able to possess such a great weapon, one must be from a wealthy family with an incomparably noble status.

"Didn't you already know my name? I, Wu Yi, have always been upright and courageous. When did I hide my identity from you?" Wu Yi finally saw the light again, but at this moment his dantian was empty, fighting against the sky. The halberd was like a huge sponge, completely absorbing his energy, and exhausting his power of consciousness, his mind became dizzy, and he just wanted to fall asleep.

However, he still gritted his teeth, stood up straight, and walked towards Roger unsteadily. Because of the gift from the God King, the Heaven Breaking War Halberd had some kind of mysterious connection with Wu Yi, and at the critical moment of life and death, he would Awakened, but Wu Yi's own strength is too weak, and the power he can exert is extremely limited. Moreover, after using the Sky Breaking War Halberd, his energy will be exhausted. If he can't control the enemy with one move, he will put himself in a dangerous situation .

When Roger saw Wu Yi approaching, he also struggled to stand up. The strong functional repair ability of the blood race allowed him to recover a little bit of strength, but the attack power of the sky-shattering halberd was too abnormal, and it might take a while to recover to its full strength.

"I always thought that I was the luckiest person in the world. I didn't expect that your luck is not bad. If you want to end your life, you still have to use the most primitive method." Roger clenched his fists with both hands, slowly accumulating strength.

"You're wrong. It's never been by luck that I've survived until now. I'll let you see the strength of a Chinese martial arts monk today." Wu Yi put away the evil blade. As an ordinary person, he didn't want to take advantage of it. To completely convince this kid, he had to rely on a pair of fists.

Luo Jie didn't wait for Wu Yi to get close, and rushed towards him like a cheetah. Although his movements couldn't be compared with those just now, they were still very fast. He swung his fists and feet, and the strong wind rushed towards his face, which contained powerful strength. Martial skills belonged to a monk. The basic skills are the same no matter which country you are in. The seemingly simple attack is a perfect combination of strength and angle. After time, it draws a nearly perfect trajectory.

However, in Wu Yi's eyes, all of this is like fists and embroidered legs. The instinctive response inspired by the harsh survival training is straightforward, without any bells and whistles, but quite practical. Just before Roger's right fist is about to hit At that time, he squatted slightly, and swept his legs over, directly knocking him down.

"When it comes to fighting, you are still very young!" Wu Yi flew up and rode on Roger's body, his fists rained down, and Roger passively blocked with his arms, but his body movement was restricted and he couldn't stop it at all. Wu Yi attacked like a storm, and soon the nose, eyes, mouth, and several vulnerable places were all taken care of by Wu Yi. The blood flowed profusely, and the original handsome face was completely out of shape.

"You... you actually used such a despicable trick!" Roger was beaten up, and he tried his best to stand up, and finally escaped from under Wu Yi, with his mouth crooked and aggrieved Said.

The martial arts that Luo Jie trained since childhood focused on skill and strength. Due to his noble status, the family disciples who practiced with him were all point-to-point. Every time he practiced in front of the elders, it was like a perfect performance. The graceful movements and skillful skills won numerous applause and praise.

However, there is a very important question. He has never fought since he was born. He has never experienced this kind of fighting that rolls together and tears each other. In his opinion, this is simply unimaginable.

"Damn it, I'm beating you upright, how despicable?" When Wu Yi heard this, he became even more angry, rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward. He has experienced countless battles, and he has already figured it out Roger's methods, if he fights with him at a long distance, given his current physical condition, he will not have an advantage at all. Only in close combat can he defeat the enemy.

Roger retreated consciously, but soon got entangled with Wu Yi again. After a few rounds, he was pressed down by Wu Yi again, and the scene just now happened again.

"Crack...crack...crack..." The crisp slap sound was particularly crisp in the silent valley, Wu Yi bowed left and right, and greeted him unceremoniously. Soon Roger's cheeks were swollen, and his eyes narrowed into a line , the nose was limp and collapsed, and the blood flowed profusely, and it was completely unreadable.

In fact, Wu Yi himself is having a hard time. Just now in the dark space, cracks appeared in the bones of his whole body that were beaten by Roger, and three ribs were broken. Now, even waving his hand will bring heart-pounding pain, but it is precisely because of his anger. , When he moved his hands, he didn't care about his own injuries at all, and the strength of his shots did not decrease at all.

"Bang..." Luo Jie, who had been lying there and being beaten, suddenly punched Wu Yi and sent Wu Yi flying. This punch contained Yuanli and was quite powerful.

"Your grandpa's recovered so quickly?" Wu Yi didn't expect this guy to recover so quickly, and he could gather his energy again in just a few minutes.

Roger stood up again. Although his head was swollen like a pig's head, there was a faint red light flickering all over his body. This was a sign of Yuanli circulation, and the lost strength was slowly recovering.

"I will definitely let you suffer hellish torture, and then slowly send you to see the god of death, Wu Yi, you will pay the price for your actions, ten times the price." Roger's face is no longer visible Any expression, but the voice is full of endless anger. This kind of humiliation is something he will never forget in his life. It will definitely leave a deep shadow in his heart. If Wu Yi can't be removed, it will become a part of his endless years. Perpetual nightmare.

"You are really an unbeatable Xiaoqiang. It seems that the battle must be ended early." Wu Yi originally wanted to get more secrets about blood clan and blood magic from his mouth after completely defeating Roger. He couldn't wait any longer, the longer the time dragged on, the faster he would recover. Wu Yi didn't want any more accidents, so he drew out the evil blade without hesitation.

Although the original force has not recovered at this moment, the perception of the sword technique will not disappear. Wu Yi swung the evil blade, and afterimages traced an arc trajectory in the air, stealing towards Roger's body silently, Roger His power is returning, what he needs now is time, so he chooses to escape.

Roger's speed is very fast, jumping back and forth in the forest, like a dexterous monkey, Wu Yi saw that he was about to disappear behind a big tree, and the evil blade rushed out like a sharp arrow .

"Pfft..." The sharp blade pierced through the body and made a dull sound. Roger successfully hid behind the big tree, but he didn't expect that the tree was in front of the evil blade, like air, without any blocking force, looking at the blade protruding from his chest , In a trance, in a dream, I didn't even feel the pain.

"If you want to die more happily, just tell me everything about your Tagule family and the secrets of blood magic, and I will minimize your happiness." Wu Yi walked up to Roger, his cold voice said nothing. A trace of emotion, from the moment Wu Yi used his divine sense to attack, the relationship between the two has been in an endless situation.

Now Luo Jie not only knows that Wu Yi possesses the power of divine consciousness, but also saw the Heaven-shattering War Halberd with his own eyes. That is Wu Yi's most important secret and the last trump card. How could he let him leave alive?

"You humble human being, you actually want to kill me?" Roger asked in amazement. In his mind, the great family is the supreme existence, and any lowly creature should prostrate at his feet, and no one dares to resist the gods will.

"Damn it, Lao Tzu's knife has been inserted into your chest, and you actually ask me this question?" Wu Yi encountered such a strange thing, it was an eye-opener, held the handle of the evil blade, and spun it clockwise. In the circle, dark red blood gushed out quickly, and life was passing by quickly.

Roger felt the fear of death for the first time. At this moment, he realized that he was not a god. The powerlessness of the blood flow made him feel fear and panic from the bottom of his bones.

"You can't kill me. I am the inheritor of the Tagule family. My blood is extremely noble. If you kill me, you will be hunted down by the entire blood clan, and your end will be extremely miserable." Roger said loudly, finally acknowledging his identity.

"It turns out that you are an inheritor, no wonder you are so tenacious!" Wu Yi had also heard about the legend of the inheritor. It is said that they were all hidden by the big family and did not walk in the world. He did not expect to meet a living one today and know him. With his identity, Wu Yi's torture was not in vain.

Seeing Wu Yi's eyes, Roger said happily: "Since you know what an inheritor is, you should understand my status in the blood clan. If you kill me, the consequences will be very serious."

"Really? You thought the young master was frightened. If you let you go today, will you let me go tomorrow? What about the blood race? It's just a group of blood-sucking demons. As long as they dare to set foot in the territory of Huaxia, they will be all If there is no return, I will sentence you to death!" Wu Yi pulled out the evil blade and lightly stroked Roger's neck, and a good head was completely separated from the body.

The blood race has an amazing ability to regenerate, but no matter how amazing it is, after the head is cut off, it is impossible to revive it. Roger stared at him, and he did not believe that Wu Yi really dared to kill him until his death.

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