This is what cultivating immortals is like

The judgment of the skill 'Blood Rage' was successful. She Zhang and his party were pulled into the capture range by Lu Bei. The powerful momentum pressed against them, like an invisible blade pressing against the back of their necks. The cold murderous intent penetrated deep into their bones, making them shiver.

Like the Liu brothers, all attributes were cut in half, and their combat power declined like an avalanche. Even She Yan and the strong man with the highest cultivation levels could not escape the deterrent, and their basic attributes dropped to varying degrees.

Within sight, Lu Bei stood up with a knife, his clothes stained with blood, like a Shura. The black-gold straight sword in his hand was covered with blood. Just looking at it, his eyes were deeply stung by the sharp energy.

The vague intention of the sword was indescribable, but the murderous intention was completely released, and it was so naked that it was difficult to hide it.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Bei disappeared, leaving only an afterimage facing him with a cold blade.

The air made a sound like tearing brocade and silk, the scream was harsh, and the explosion made people's scalp numb.

Four seconds.

"No! He is a demon monk!!"

The strong man was greatly stimulated, and he felt that the light of the knife enveloped all the vital parts of his body. His heart, liver, lungs, kidneys, and even his back and neck could not escape being severed.

If you can't dodge or defend, then just head on.

The strong man roared, and his face was quickly covered with fine scales. His clothes were bulging because of his sudden growth. He clasped his sharp claws on his chest and quickly grabbed the blade.

The demon cultivator has a strong body. After awakening the power of his bloodline, his muscles, bones, flesh and blood are as tempered as steel and stronger than rock.

Bang!

The cold rays intertwined, the strong man's eyes bulged, and the steel teeth in his mouth shattered. The sword light ran over and crushed his ten sharp claws into pieces, and it fell heavily on his chest without losing any strength.

The terrifying force oppressed him, and the clothes on the strong man's chest instantly turned into dust. His astonishingly defensive scales burst into blood mist, and pieces of clothes on his back exploded. The tall body only stood in a stalemate for a moment before being thrown away.

The strong man flew high into the sky, his muscles twitching in mid-air, and his muscles and bones were torn apart by the raging force, making a crackling sound like exploding beans.

Three seconds.

"Hold on, he won't last long."

She Yan's eyes turned into golden snake pupils, and her legs turned into cyan snake tails. She opened her mouth and spat out, and hundreds of fine needles of cow hair that were difficult to detect with the naked eye flew out at high speed.

slow.

The afterimage flashed by, and Lu Bei appeared on the other side. The Liu brothers hurriedly parried. After a flash of white light, two heads flew high into the sky.

At this time, the other three team members attacked together. The three were proficient in combined attacks. They were able to attack and defend with fists, palms, and claws. Their continuous attacks were airtight. They overlapped one after another like a high wall pressing down on Lu Bei.

Step forward, bow down!

Sprint, swing the knife!

Lu Bei sprinted at high speed, his figure was as fast as lightning between movement and movement, and the afterimage jumped across the city. In an instant, he broke through the siege of three people and carved a bloody path.

I saw the violent blade pressing hard, shaking the air and turning it into an arc, like an ever-expanding fist, slamming into the three of them with a booming sonic boom.

The bodies of the three people rose limply, with bleeding from their seven orifices, and their bone marrow stabbed randomly. Three clouds of blood mist exploded, and there was no sound before they landed.

Two seconds.

At this time, the strong man who was flying high landed on the ground. His muscles and bones were trembling wildly, and he roared and slammed into Lu Bei.

Lu Bei focused on the target the moment the strong man landed. In a flash, he passed through three clouds of blood mist. At high speed, the blood mist rolled and stretched, and he arrived in front of the strong man in the blink of an eye.

The blade opens the way.

The dazzling white light struck the strong man's head straight.

The strong man subconsciously turned his head to the side to avoid the multiple-choice question of whether his head was iron or the sword was strong. The blade slashed quickly and fiercely, breaking through the scale defense on his body, then broke his shoulder bone and embedded it deeply.

The strong man's eyes were bloodshot, and the injuries were getting worse. The blood in his body was almost shaken away. Blood was bleeding from his mouth. He clenched the blade of the knife with both claws and looked directly at Lu Bei with a ferocious smile.

One second.

She Yan came to Lu Bei's side like a ghost, and her claws covered with fine scales suddenly thrust out, reaching towards Lu Bei's armpit ribs that were exposed because he was holding a knife in both hands.

Judging from his ferocious posture, it seemed as if he was going to take out all of Lu Bei's heart, liver, spleen and lungs.

Lu Bei's eyes swept over, his horse's steps were steady, and he activated the skill 'Undertide'. He held the knife in one hand and pressed down hard, and made a fist in the other hand to blast out, straight towards She Zhang's chest with the middle door wide open.

Come on, let's hurt each other!

Lu Bei's eyes were glaring, he was wearing blue equipment, and he was not defending at all, but in She Zhang's view, this was his last struggle to die together.

The previous vomiting of blood would not be fake, and She Yan was convinced that he only had his last breath left.

It's not wrong, all magic cultivators are like this.

As for whether she could receive the last blow, She Zhang estimated that the soft body after the demonization could restrain the hard and fierce boxing. Using softness to overcome the hardness could at least remove most of the impact, and in the end she would be seriously injured.

It's not a loss to trade an injury for a life.

Bang!

Two muffled sounds sounded at the same time.

She Zhang's claws stretched out and tore his clothes, leaving four scratches on his chainmail.

Lu Bei's straight fist was buried in the thick front armor, and the sternum was fractured by the hard blow. The remaining force spread, shaking the mountains and causing ripples everywhere. It even made She Zhang's body go limp and her heart stopped a few times.

Return to zero and end in five seconds.

She Zhang lowered her head and coughed up blood, her snake pupils shrank into lines. When she saw Lu Bei slashing towards her with his knife, he suddenly swung his snake tail towards the strong man.

The strong man rolled his eyes and fell, reluctantly crashing into Lu Bei, causing him to stumble. The blade's sweep was off-kilter, leaving only a huge gap in the snake's tail.

What's going on? Why does he get more energetic as he fights?

Not dead? !

She Zhang was horrified and screamed in pain. He was too injured and did not dare to fight anymore. He resorted to temporary avoidance tactics, dropped smoke bombs, and swam away with his thin waist and long tail swaying.

Although it had no legs, it was extremely fast and reached the exit in the blink of an eye.

Lu Bei took out a flying knife and threw it in the direction of the exit. She Zhang heard the wind blowing behind her, and her body swayed like a boneless body. She avoided all the flying props and disappeared into the darkness of the exit a second before the roaring fire exploded. at.

"What a fierce bitch!"

Lu Bei looked in the direction of the exit and checked his personal panel. Most of his health had recovered, but the sharp fluctuations in his basic attributes made him a little soft-hearted, and he temporarily gave up the idea of ​​pursuing victory.

"you……"

"What kind of technique is this? Is it the soul-eating and blood-stealing technique of the Demon Sect?"

The strong man lay prone on the ground, too injured to stand up. The light in his eyes gradually dimmed and his voice became quieter.

Lu Bei pondered for two seconds. The world became more real in his eyes. He didn't want to do unnecessary killing, so...

Very confused.

Killing and experience disputes, in this psychological change of whether human nature chooses nobleness or inferiority, it is difficult for both sides to distinguish the superiority. At this moment, a voice stood up and shouted to Lu Bei:

"He is in pain. Killing is not cruel to living things. Give him a good time!"

Clang! !

The straight knife swept across, taking away the last bit of life of the strong man.

Killing six people and seriously injuring one in less than five seconds, Lu Bei returned with a brilliant record. He came to Zhu Bo and raised his hand to untie his Qiankun bag.

"Brother Lu..."

Zhu Bo was shocked by Lu Bei's ferocity in killing everyone. After coming back to his senses, he smiled miserably: "Unexpectedly, the two sides competed, and in the end it was you who came out on top... Forget it, I was already prepared for a three-year-old to buy a coffin. It's better to die in your hands than... ow ow ow..."

"You talk a lot of nonsense. If you want to kill someone else, don't dirty my hands."

Lu Bei poured a bottle of detoxification pill into Zhu Bo's mouth to stop his self-pity. Then he turned Luo Ban over and fed him a mouthful of detoxification pill in the same simple and rough way.

"How about it, can it detoxify it?"

"The demonic snake's natural toxin is so powerful that it cannot be detoxified for a while." Zhu Bo lay down, bit the hemostatic pill into pieces, and applied it to the wound on his back.

"As long as it can save her life, she ran too fast and couldn't get the antidote." Lu Bei shrugged. When treating Luo Ban's injury, he found that his poisoning was more serious than Zhu Bo's, and secretly thought it was troublesome.

"I'm going to touch their Qiankun bags. There might be some special medicine. Brother Bo and Brother Luo are unconscious. I'm seriously injured and have died. You have to test the medicine."

"It doesn't matter, I'll try."

Zhu Bo shook his head without arguing, and after a moment he asked doubtfully: "Brother Lu, are you a demon cultivator?"

Lu Bei dug out a few books on the secrets of demon cultivating in the strong man's Qiankun bag. While flipping through them, he explained: "What's that look in my eyes? I am a serious Taoist cultivator and a positive figure."

The hand speed of the front character touching the Qiankun bag is far worse than yours.

"Ah, that's it..."

Zhu Bo's head hurt, so he scratched it hard and changed the subject: "Brother Lu has a sharp eye and saw that the Liu brothers were betraying their friends for glory and did not take the antidote, otherwise we would be dead this time."

"Of course, those two old boys are scheming. I can tell at a glance that they are rebellious. No one can trust them."

Lu Bei humbly admitted that he was so anxious to hold back his ultimate move that he would hit himself with his fists in a hurry. How could he take the antidote?

Besides, what the hell are the Liu brothers? He even guarded Zhu Bo, let alone those two young men.