Opening: Me, I become stronger when I am beaten!

Zhao Xuanming, who was dismissed in advance, was already at a disadvantage. Before he could react, a fist had already hit his chest heavily.

This made his already injured body worse.

Zhao Xuanming dragged his exhausted body and slowly moved towards the Zhenwu Sword. Even though his movements were restricted, his killing intent remained undiminished.

But just when he was about to grab the hilt, the Zhenwu sword was kicked away by Qin Xin.

"Do you still want to continue fighting? You idiot, you will always be weak, you have no qualifications to fight me at all!"

Qin Xin taunted: "You can't even hold your own sword, your life is marked with failure, and you have no chance to come back."

Zhao Xuanming sat on the ground panting heavily, and at the same time accelerated the refining of the elixir he had just swallowed.

"You are useless just like your parents. Now you don't even have the courage to stand up and take revenge. I have never seen such a cowardly person!"

Qin Xin's words hurt Zhao Xuanming like a needle.

It would be fine if he satirized him in every possible way, but he even brought his parents along, how could this be tolerated.

Zhao Xuanming's eyes widened, and once again he mobilized the little internal energy left, and punched out suddenly, full of power.

"go to hell!"

The strength of the fist suddenly transformed in mid-air, and accompanied by a resounding dragon chant, a dragon-shaped fist was thrown out.

This fist is extremely powerful, with the blessing of earth-level body skills, and the speed is very fast, like an arrow that leaves the string.

Qin Xin was stunned for a moment, and then quickly resisted.

The shield formed by the condensed true energy shattered in an instant, but the power of this punch remained undiminished, until the punch with dragon energy fell on Qin Xin's chest, and it stopped.

Then, where the punch fell, a scarlet light beam lit up, and the majestic power was absorbed like a mud cow entering the sea.

Nearly [-]% of the power was absorbed, and Qin Xin was only half a step behind.

This move consumed one of his life-saving trump cards, and a talisman fell from his cuff, and the place where the spirit pattern was carved in the middle had been burned through.

Qin Xin was still a little annoyed at being attacked suddenly and consumed a talisman. He kicked Zhao Xuanming away with a stare.

Although this punch was powerful enough for him to take it seriously, he still maintained a cold attitude.

"So that's the only thing I can do? It's just incompetence and rage. I'm really beyond my control. If it were me, I would have cut off my meridian now, and I would never come out to embarrass myself!"

At this time, Zhao Xuanming used his strength to take a few steps back and came to the side of the Zhenwu sword. He grabbed the hilt of the sword and waved it casually, his aura once again improved.

In addition, the elixir he just swallowed has been refined a lot, his true energy has recovered, and his combat ability has once again improved.

Holding the long sword in his hand, his aura gradually stabilized. At this time, even the suppressing power of the formation here gradually weakened.

"That's right, but as far as I know, your hole cards are almost used up. If you take a few more strikes from me, I'm afraid you will die."

Zhao Xuanming walked forward slowly while holding the long sword, and at the same time, King Wu's sixth layer of weather field diverged, forming a certain depressive force on the surroundings.

That's right, just when he was in a dangerous situation, his potential was stimulated, and he displayed a power higher than his own realm, raising a realm in the battle.

This powerful aura even made Qin Xin, who was in the Seventh Heaven of the Martial King, feel the pressure.

Qin Xin's face suddenly became a little ugly. He had just taunted the other party in every possible way. If he was beaten back, he would be ashamed.

At this time, Zhao Xuanming raised the long sword in his hand, and took advantage of the situation to display the sword in three ways.

This sword is divided into upper, middle and lower to launch fierce attacks at the same time, making it easy for people to lose sight of one another, and each attack is a full-strength blow, which is also not to be ignored.

Qin Xin was shocked in front of his eyes, his pupils expanded rapidly, and then he swung several swords in succession to resist the raging sword force, and was a little tired of parrying for a while.

Among these streaks of sword energy, there were actually scarlet light spots mixed in, which fell on the surrounding ground and made a "chi chi" sound, which seemed to be corrosive.

Then, these red light spots actually floated up, like falling leaves, hovering regularly, and gradually condensed into a trickle.

"Blood River Excalibur, you actually used the sect's forbidden technique!"

Zhao Xuanming recognized this powerful martial skill at a glance, and it has long been a taboo method, which is not tolerated by the people in the world. Even the members of the Blood River Sect will never use it easily unless they are in a dead end.

This Blood River Excalibur consumes its own essence and blood to enhance the power of its sword skills. It has amazing lethality, and at the same time it also damages the caster.

At the same time, this sword skill will also affect people's minds. Every time they kill a person, it will encourage blood and evil spirits. In the end, they will even lose their minds and become a soulless killing machine.

The trickle formed by the condensed blood evil spirit is still very thin. It seems that Qin Xin rarely uses it normally, so the real power has not been discovered yet.

"Yes, I will use your blood to sacrifice the sword and become my stepping stone!"

Qin Xin held up the long sword at this time, the blade turned scarlet, covered in a layer of blood mist, and looked extremely coquettish.

At the same time, his long hair was spread out, and the roots stood upside down, and it was faintly visible that his hair had also turned dark red.

Zhao Xuanming gripped the long sword tightly, and then unleashed nine strokes of each move. The powerful sword was divided into nine parts, and also carried [-]% of the power, raging around, forming a sword storm zone.

In this vacuum area covered by the blade, the blood river is gradually collapsing.

Qin Xin gasped. He knew that he was invincible, but now that he had no way out, he could only bite the bullet and fight.

His index finger slid across the blade, and a sword of blood gushed out along the wound, like a fountain, and then the phantom of the blood river gradually appeared around, as if the entire battlefield was in the blood river.

Scarlet mist filled the air, surrounded by phantoms of the Blood River, and the entire hall seemed to be a Shura field, strange and full of bloody slaughter.

"The Blood River Excalibur really deserves its reputation." Zhao Xuanming murmured.

Hearing this affirmation, Qin Xin laughed crazily at that time.

"That's right. This is my Blood River Sect's unique secret technique. I will kill you no matter what if I use this secret technique at the expense of my vitality today!"

As soon as the words fell, the blood river gradually became rough, and one after another the huge waves seemed to be roaring.

Of course, Zhao Xuanming has already seen the weakness of this sword secret technique, that is, the lack of durability, and it can't last long at all.

Every penny of the blood river is a waste of energy and blood for the caster. If there is a delay, Qin Xin will lose too much blood in a short time.

So he was not in a hurry to make a move, and continued to delay the time.