Master Dan Dao

Unable to catch the other party's trail at all, Nezharod was unwilling to bow his head and surrender, and fell directly to the ground, standing firmly on the ground with a serious look on his face.

"I can't believe you can keep it up like this..."

Before he finished speaking, an icy edge struck from his side, and Nezharod hurriedly waved his bone stick to parry.

With a muffled thud, Nezharod wanted to seize this opportunity, and the moment he caught Feng Tianxing's blade, he stepped forward and slammed his fist in front of him. The fist wind swept through, but unfortunately, the fist didn't hit anything. Instead, it made Nazharod lose his defensive posture. As everyone knows, Feng Tianxing has now circled to the other side of him, facing the empty door. Countless flaws

, give it directly with a sword.

Immediately, blood spurted out.

Feng Tianxing's knife slashed directly on the blood vessels of the Demon Race, and the effect of this knife was excellent.

The pain and the gushing blood instantly made Nezharod's spirit tense, and regardless of his condition, the sound of breaking the sky came directly from his tail.

This move failed again, and Nezharod suddenly felt a powerlessness born from the bottom of his heart.

His speed is completely inferior to Feng Tianxing, but now let alone teleportation, he can't even see where Feng Tianxing is, so how can he launch a precise counterattack.

One knife after another, Feng Tianxing seemed to be depicting a fine art at the moment, and the blood spurting was his ink.

As the hot blood fell to the ground, Nezharod's unbearable growl finally erupted.

It's just that this roar in an almost desperate situation is more like a battle that must be defeated, the final emotional catharsis.

Suddenly, Feng Tianxing's knife stopped, and he took dozens of steps back, leaving enough distance from Nezarodra.

"Forget it, I'm not interested in killing people today, let's go."

Feng Tianxing's actions made everyone look stupid, which almost violated the rules here.

Either life or death, or let the other party no longer have the power to fight back.

But now that Nezharod can still move, and there is still the possibility of counterattack, his choice is almost not giving any face to the demons present.

Before they could express their dissatisfaction, Nezharod, who broke free from the pain, let out a low growl, locked Feng Tianxing's position, and instantly appeared in front of Feng Tianxing.

The blood donation all over his body seemed to turn him into a blood-soaked **** of war, and the huge bone rod in his hand also burst into its brilliance at this moment.

The bone rod is covered with a thin layer of aura, which is spiritual energy.

With this stick, as long as it is within ten steps, the opponent can be sucked over.

Although Nezharod is in the state of breaking the body, he has no corresponding means of cultivation, and the use of spiritual energy is so clumsy.

Seeing that Feng Tianxing was about to be hit, countless people's hearts were raised in their throats.

They feared that Nezharod would also be wrong, and they would lose all face.

"You must kill this kid."

"Be tougher and show all your strength!"

In the expectation of everyone, Feng Tianxing's body was indeed pulled.

This time it is unavoidable.

Nezharod's expression instantly turned hideous.

"Suffer to death!"

The bone rod slammed down with all its might.

With a muffled sound, all the demons present were stunned.

They saw that Feng Tianxing just raised his hand and blocked Nezharod's aggressive attack.

Nezharod clenched his teeth, blood from the gaps between his teeth and from the corners of his hideous mouth.

Feng Tianxing moved a hand away a little boringly.

With a bit of helplessness on his face.

"Haven't you heard the sentence, strength and speed complement each other, don't you think that my speed is not the embodiment of explosive power?"

Seeing the faint smile on Feng Tianxing's face, Nazharod's heart was filled with despair.

Suddenly, he coughed out a mouthful of blood, and then looked down at his chest, a sharp jade thorn stretched out from Feng Tianxing's palm, pierced his chest precisely, and shattered the beating one. heart.

Feng Tianxing let go of his hand and stepped back at the same time, avoiding the fallen corpse of Nezharod.

"Why do some idiots like to seek their own death so much?"

Since the last confrontation with Hurley, Feng Tianxing has discovered a lot of things, especially his perception of his speed and strength is completely wrong.

The power of blood is different from skills, and it needs to rely on the body to burst out.

Feng Tianxing's speed is not only achieved by the so-called blood vessels, but more importantly, Feng Tianxing constantly soaks his body with medicinal liquid and trains him. In the past month, the servants and Jiang are really going to be bored and crazy, but for Feng Tianxing, this is not the case. After reflection and change again and again, let Feng Tianxing deal with the demons again. time, with more

heart.

Even in the face of a more difficult opponent than Hurley, even if he had never seen his tricks before, Feng Tianxing's victory was still very simple.

Because he saw through not only the opponent's means, but also the opponent's psychology.

As Feng Tianxing left the ring, he returned to Sandeli.

Shengdeli couldn't take his eyes off just by looking at Feng Tianxing.

This is the person he wants, and he is ruthless, and he is not an idiot with a single brain.

If there is such a person to help, those demons that he can't stand and make trouble in secret will be the days of death without a whole corpse.

It's just that there is another bigger problem in San Deli's heart now.

Feng Tianxing is a complete body, and he is also a complete body. The bloodlines of the two sides are not far from each other. Shengdeli thinks that his strength is not weak, and it should not be difficult to deal with this Nayzarod.

But now that Nezharod was dead, it was an unsolved case.

He wanted to try, who was more powerful than Feng Tianxing.

"Do you have the guts to try to fight with me?"

Feng Tianxing frowned slightly because he didn't see Jiang.

"What about the guy who came with me?"

Saint Deli said lightly.

"He just left."

Feng Tianxing thought for a while and said immediately.

"You and I will stay in the next confrontation. Now I have something to deal with, so I won't accompany you."

After that, Feng Tianxing rushed out and left here.

San Deli was stunned.

Not only because Feng Tianxing rejected his invitation, but also because Feng Tianxing did not take any silk from his hands, which was the bet they had agreed on earlier.

When he wants to find Feng Tianxing again, where can he see Feng Tianxing?

For a time, countless guesses appeared in Sandeli's mind, but no matter what he thought, he couldn't think of the answer he wanted. "Could it be that his purpose is not to bet, nor to attract attention, but simply, for... entertainment after this boring journey."