The Dragon from Hell

"Huang Jiang."

Han Qiusheng's voice sounded, accompanied by two coughs, tired but not weak.

He shook his soft sword, shook off the blood of Huang Jiang, stared at Huang Jiang expressionlessly, and said indifferently: "You may have mistaken your opponent. Before I fall, you are not qualified to challenge our Dragon Lord."

Huang Jiang smiled disdainfully: "Han Qiusheng, you are now at the end of your strength. You don't really think that I have been playing with you for so long and I don't have the strength to deal with you?"

After speaking, he swung the Tyrant Sword in his hand violently, and a stream of blood burst out, which was more brutal and bloody than before.

After absorbing human blood, the Evil Eye Tyrant Sword was obviously stronger than before.

Although Huang Jiang was injured now, he relied on the power of the Evil Eye Tyrant Sword to fight.

It can be said that he was just a medium for the Evil Eye Tyrant Sword to show its power. As long as the Evil Eye Tyrant Sword choked, even if Huang Jiang only had one breath left, he could exert its power.

Even Qin Feng could easily see that even if Huang Jiang really fell and lost his consciousness, the Evil Eye Tyrant Blade would immediately seize the control of Huang Jiang's body because of his own desires, and use his murderous aura to urge Huang Jiang's subconscious to stand up again and continue fighting until Huang Jiang's body could no longer be used.

Han Qiu Sheng must have understood this point, and he himself was fighting with his own body and strength, and he was no match for Huang Jiang.

If he continued to fight, Huang Jiang would win anyway.

And he might die.

But he did not have the slightest fear or retreat, holding the soft sword in his hand, staring at Huang Jiang closely, watching every move.

Although he was already in his forties, he still maintained the passion and fighting spirit of a young man.

"Come and fight!"

He suddenly roared, and his momentum was not weaker than Huang Jiang just now.

Everyone else was infected by this scene.

Knowing that it was impossible to do it, he did it anyway.

This is the integrity of Panlong Hall!

"Haha, knowing that it is impossible to do it, but still doing it?" Huang Jiang said this sentence that he once believed in, but now his tone is full of sarcasm: "Knowing that you will die, you still come up to die. This is not integrity, it is stupidity!"

After saying this, he shouted angrily and swung the sword in his hand.

The bloody breath came towards Han Qiu Sheng, making the onlookers sweat for him.

But Han Qiu Sheng was very calm. He had already responded when Huang Jiang made a move, and did not stand there and wait for death.

An Jiuxiao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and after being moved, he still asked Qin Feng: "Brother Feng, can Uncle Han win? What is the probability of his winning?"

Qin Feng answered without thinking: "There was still a three-point chance before, but now, it is almost zero."

He was not trying to boost others' ambitions and destroy his own prestige, but telling a cruel fact.

A lot has indeed changed in the past ten years.

Once upon a time, Han Qiu Sheng might have been slightly better in all aspects, otherwise Huang Jiang would not have regarded him as one of the opponents he must defeat.

But after ten years, one has been immersed in killing for a long time, and the other has been discouraged for ten years.

Let alone the evil eye tyrant knife, just talking about personal strength, I am afraid Han Qiu Sheng is no longer an opponent.

However, because of the existence of the evil eye tyrant knife, hatred has burned Han Qiu Sheng's potential, constantly stimulating his strength that he has not been able to exert in these years.

Just now, when the evil eye tyrant knife became more and more irritable, he had already captured the way to win.

If Huang Jiang continued to drag the battle as he expected, maybe Han Qiu Sheng would really find a chance to win.

But unfortunately, the opportunity is lost and it will never come again.

Huang Jiang's method was too cruel. No one thought that he had anticipated the possible dragging of the battle before the start, perhaps because he had such experience before.

So before the fight, he had already found a candidate to supply blood to the Evil Eye Tyrant Blade, and in the fight, he seemed to unconsciously approach the disciple.

Because he had planned it in advance, the others had no time to react, even if Qin Feng reacted and attacked, it was too late, and the disciple would definitely die.

And now the Evil Eye Tyrant Blade has recovered its full state after drinking blood, and it is even better than before.

But Han Qiu Sheng was exhausted because of the previous dragging battle, and his whole body was injured, and he couldn't drag it for too long.

Even if he could drag it until the Evil Eye Tyrant Blade went berserk this time, he would be almost done.

Once he lost his fighting power, he would become the nourishment of the Evil Eye Tyrant Blade.

Sure enough, under Qin Feng's prediction, Han Qiu Sheng's previous tactics were indeed useless. In just a few dozen moves, Huang Jiang's condition became worse and worse.The better, but his condition is getting worse and worse.

From the previous exchange of injuries, he has been injured by Huang Jiang several times, but he has not been able to touch Huang Jiang.

"What's wrong, Han Qiu Sheng, I remember you were not like this before, weren't you very strong?"

"You look like this now, it makes me feel that killing you is not a sense of accomplishment."

"Hurry up and stand up, fight with me, I look forward to you winning against me!"

Huang Jiang was laughing wildly, constantly provoking Han Qiu Sheng.

And Han Qiu Sheng, let alone talking, even had to be careful with his breathing, so as not to reveal any flaws.

Although even if he continued to fight without any flaws, he would not be able to win.

"Didn't you say you wanted to avenge that old guy? How come you are only capable of this?"

"Are all of you who stay in Panlong Palace a bunch of rubbish?"

"It seems that our original choice was right. Leaving Panlong Palace will make us stronger. Staying here will only suppress our development!"

Huang Jiang fought more and more casually, almost attacking in a humiliating way, forcing Han Qiu Sheng to retreat again and again.

Finally, when Han Qiu Sheng ran out of energy, he stabbed Han Qiu Sheng three times in a row, causing Han Qiu Sheng's body to tremble a few times and half kneel on the ground.

Huang Jiang looked down at Han Qiu Sheng who was half-kneeling with his head bowed, and smiled wantonly: "Han Qiu Sheng, you were indeed stronger than me in Panlong Hall, but things have changed, and now you have become my defeated opponent."

"Do you know that every time I lost to you, I thought that one day I would definitely kill you."

"Didn't expect it, you will really become a dead soul under my knife now, do you feel very ashamed for this?"

"That's great, I just want you to regret it, the only time you lose to me in this life, you will be a corpse!"

After saying that, Huang Jiang raised the evil eye tyrant knife high and chopped it towards Han Qiu Sheng's head!