Strange Worlds: The Sequence

Wang Li let out a low growl, his eyes suddenly became dark, the dark knife in his hand flew, and the black knife lights scattered in all directions with the dancing.

The internal energy was surging, sweeping the blade glow out, forming a small tornado, isolating Zhao Hongchao's attack from the outside.

Except for Wang and Zhao, as long as the people around are a little closer, they will be seriously injured if they are affected.

Even Zhao Yuan, another divine martial artist from the Zhao family, does not have the strength to intervene in the battle between the two.

He shifted his gaze to a kind of Asura Sect disciple following him, and showed a sneering sneer.

Holding the spear in his hand, Zhao Yuan is like a wolf in a herd of sheep, invincible and unstoppable.

As for the "Heavenly Handicapped Old Man" He Wusheng, he didn't know where he went the moment the two masters of the Zhao family appeared.

Are you kidding, stay and die?

He is a smelly fortune-teller of [Gua Sequence], what should he use to fight a martial artist of [Gun Sequence].

With his strength, it would be difficult for him to deal with ordinary second and third realm martial artists, let alone a divine master of the same realm.

Looking back at the original spot, the battle between Wang Li and Zhao Hongchao is still going on, the Ming knife is indeed worthy of being a first-class innate weapon, and the dense black energy envelopes the two of them as soon as it is used.

Under the halo of the knife shadow, there were two fighting figures flying up and down, crisscrossing each other.

two weapons.

One is a pitch black long knife.

One is a red spear.

The sound of the jin ge screamed, and a sharp breath erupted. The two fought evenly, and it was indistinguishable.

The black gown on Wang Li's body fluttered with the wind, and he was holding the dark knife, dancing in black, Hong Ying and Mo Ying mixed together, others could only hear the sound of fighting, but did not see how to fight, the speed was extremely fast!

A snowflake was blown down by the cold wind, fluttering and falling between the two of them.

Zhao Hongchao started to move suddenly, acting like a ghost, but the long spear in his hand was more illusory than a ghost, with one shot, seven gun shadows appeared in mid-air.

Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi——

After the seven soft beeps, the snowflakes that were originally light as thin flakes were twisted into crumbs, blowing up and down in the cold wind, and falling all over the sky.

This is the prairie fire marksmanship, the continuous and endless marksmanship like a net.

In Wang Li's eyes, the shadows of Zhao Hongchao's guns were everywhere in front of him, behind him, up, down, left, and right.

In a dilemma, there is no way out.

His palms were already sweating.

It is said that mice do not know fear, that is because mice are too stupid to even have the feeling of fear, but humans are not mice, and fear is instinctive in the face of such terrible marksmanship.

"Hey hey-"

Wang Li's eyes turned hard, and Ming Dao entered his body again.

The blood was sucked, and the blade was shining.

At this moment, there is no longer any fear left in his heart, only the monstrous anger is left!

[Knife Sequence] The characteristic "Blood Bath" is triggered!

Ability "Blood Bath": Abandon all emotions except anger, greatly increase physical strength, blood lost in battle can be converted into vigor, change the nature of internal force, increase the capacity of internal force, and greatly increase the corrosiveness of internal force.

Wang Li's drooping head suddenly lifted up, looking madly at Zhao Hongchao with a calm face, he let out an inexplicable laugh.

His pupils became pitch black, and it was no longer clear what was the white of the eye and what was the pupil.

And the black internal force wrapped around Ming Dao Dao's body suddenly changed and became much thicker, like deposited mud, as if once it got stuck, it would never be able to get out again.

Luo Hou Knife Sutra · Funeral!

Huge power erupted from Wang Li's thin figure, and the Mo Se Ming Dao was placed in front of him, blocking the countless spear shadows that Zhao Hongchao swung.

At this time, Zhao Hongchao suddenly withdrew his gun and turned to attack Wang Li's foot.

Spear Intent · Prairie Fire!

The fiery internal force roared out like blazing fireworks, and phantoms of flames appeared around Chilian Gun.

Wang Li felt a wave of heat coming towards him, and the cold light from the gun tip was reflected by the mirror-like ice and snow on the ground, emitting a flash of light.

At the same time, he felt another extremely fierce wind rushing towards his back. At this time, the Ming knife in his hand was intersecting with Zhao Hongchao's spear. It would be extremely difficult to advance an inch, and even Needless to say, he changed his move back to the knife and blocked the frame backward.

It was another divine martial artist from the Zhao family.

Zhao Yuan.

However, Zhao Yuan was in a strange state at this time, his eyes were distracted and lifeless, but his whole body was full of vigor, exuding a cool power.

[Gun Sequence] The characteristic is "hundred wear".

Ability "Hundred Penetration Three": Invincible in battle, invincible in attack, the attack of the gun-sequence warrior has a certain percentage of armor-piercing effect, which can ignore most of the ordinary armor.

I saw Zhao Yuan holding a long spear with a shining white light on the tip of the spear, exuding an unstoppable aura, and stabbing straight at Wang Li's back.

If this shot was confirmed, even if Wang Li had the Dark Saber in his hand, he could not escape death.

At this critical moment, Wang Li forcibly bent his body over, staggering the most deadly point of the spear.

There was a snort.

Zhao Yuan's spear pierced into his chest, brushing against the edge of Wang Li's heart and piercing out from his chest.

After being hit hard, Wang Li was laughing.

The power that weighed on his heart seemed to be pierced by a dark cloud, revealing light.

The one in the back is dead.

Wang Li opened his mouth, silently comparing his lips to Zhao Hongchao who was in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, the infiltration scene appeared, Zhao Yuan's spear pierced Wang Li's body.

But the blood from the latter's wound seemed to be alive, crawling all the way along the barrel of the gun, and reached Zhao Yuan's hand almost instantly.

Zhao Yuan tried to release the barrel of the gun, but Wang Li's blood seemed to have suction cups, sucking the latter's hands tightly to the barrel of the gun, making him unable to move.

【Knife sequence】: Severe pollution

Ability "Blood Nether": The Nether has blood, and the waves of magic are rolling. After being seriously injured in battle, all the blood in the whole body can be converted into Nether Blood in a short time. It has a certain self-awareness, can absorb internal energy, and has miraculous effects.

Wang Li's ghost blood spread along Zhao Yuan's hands, climbing up his arms, chest, neck, and even his head.

Zhao Yuan's internal energy surged all over his body, as if he wanted to break free from these strange blood.

But it doesn't help at all.

Once Zhao Yuan's internal energy gushed out, he was completely absorbed by these ghost blood in an instant. Not only could he not break free from the latter, but instead became the nourishment of these strange blood.

"Don't save people? If you don't save him, he will die."

Wang Li chuckled, his eyes were gloomy, and he stared at the expressionless Zhao Hongchao, trying to provoke the latter and make him also be stained with his Nether blood.

However, Zhao Hongchao was unmoved.

He stood there, and after a while, he suddenly said: "As long as you don't use internal force to contact, your method won't work at all, right?"

As soon as Zhao Hongchao's words fell, Wang Li's expression remained unchanged, and he looked at Zhao Hongchao with a sinister smile:

"So what?"

"How can you kill me without internal power? Why don't you just watch your companions be drained of their internal power by my blood."

Hearing this, Zhao Hongchao was noncommittal.

He walked forward slowly, without using his internal strength, he took off the Tai Su Yin Talisman hanging from Wang Li's waist, and put it in his arms.

"From the very beginning, I didn't intend to kill you, because it wasn't worth it."

"I know you still have cards. If you really want to put you to death, neither of us may be able to get away today, so I chose the safest way."

"Use the life of a divine martial artist to exchange you for the key of Daozang."

"This competition, I won."

Make up for last night, too sleepy, go to bed first