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Chapter 274 vertical eyes
Xu Ming hadn't realized the reason for the reverse blood that he spurted out.

The pale-faced mysterious man moved right in front of Xu Ming, and the speed of this move was beyond Xu Ming's imagination.

It seems that among the people he has met, Shanlun Shenfa ranks in the top five.

But fortunately, Xu Ming was no longer a mediocre person, and the moment the mysterious man approached him, his straightforward punch had already slammed hard in front of him.

The turbulent vigor and piercing sonic boom surged towards the mysterious man. It seemed that Xu Ming had fought to the death so many times.

Offense is the best defense, if you hesitate to retreat at this moment, you may not be able to take two moves in front of this person.

This pale-faced mysterious man had an obvious difference in his aura from Wen Yu, and was even different from the monks he had seen outside the territory.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and the moment he had an idea, he locked onto the general who was contaminated with demonic energy.

Monster Race! !
A word that is quite familiar in fantasy novels uttered in Xu Ming's mind, and his hard punch was also bumped into a rather cold palm.

The tumbling air wave, like an invisible hand, destroyed everything around Xu Ming in an instant, including of course the small bamboo house where he and Xiao Tong lived for many days.

Thinking about it, if Xiaotong was here at this moment, he might be torn to pieces by this energy.

The two people whose fists and palms intersected each took a step back.

But it was clear that the footprints left by Xu Ming on the ground were much deeper than this pale mysterious man.

"I can't tell, it's the first time I've seen your thin body have such explosive power."

Although they only took half a step back, their situations looked completely different.

His robe shrank for a while, and it took all the strength from Xu Ming's fist.

"Okay, the little game has been played, and now we're going to get to the point."

The mysterious man with a pale complexion, bent his hands into claws and went straight to Xu Ming's heart.

The ferocious aura emanating from his hands can easily cut through Xu Ming's self-righteous flesh just by looking at it.

However, this claw that is so close at hand contains many obscure mysteries, so it can be seen that this person is not relying on his own blood of the monster clan to run rampant.On the contrary, he has an unprecedented profound understanding of Tao.

Xu Ming has not been able to fully understand it in a short period of time, but the experience brought by these days of comprehending the formation has become the biggest reliance at this time.

Even if you can't see through it right away, you still have room to respond.

The black hatchet in his hand began to tremble crazily in a very short time, and the ear-piercing sound of the knife turned into the most perfect concerto.

Immediately, a stern knife shadow flashed past, and the condensed and extremely subtle knife light slashed fiercely on the sharp claws of the mysterious monster clan.

puff! !

The cold and stern knife light cut its sharp claws into a hideous wound, and the wound could even see the bone deep.

The sharp vigor contained in it even caused the person's right arm to tremble uncontrollably, and he, who was a little surprised in his heart, also used the force to fly back.

The distance between Xu Ming and Xu Ming was widened, but Xu Ming was a little disappointed that the moment this person flew back, the hideous wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His feet hadn't landed on the ground, and the wound was already covered with thick blood scabs.

"Happy, really happy!!"

While shouting, the mysterious demon clan actually tore open the scabs of blood that had just coagulated with their hands.

A little bit of purple blood slowly flowed out, falling on the ground to form one after another glaring and strange blood flowers.

"I've never seen such a sharp knife in Subei, it's my fate!!"

"Good luck?"

Xu Ming held the jet-black hatchet tightly and did not make a sound.

Because he felt an unprecedented crisis from this person, but this kind of crisis made him somewhat familiar.

It seems to have seen it somewhere, but before Xu Ming can figure out the reason.

Subei revealed the real answer for him!
With the rising of the demonic energy in his body, the soaring aura and the real demonic energy rolled and spread out in all directions.

However, Xu Ming also found some clues on his face, that is, the faint purple scales appeared on Su Bei's face.

Dragon scales to be exact!
Because when I witnessed the whole process of the anaconda's calamity, I also found similar scales on its ugly snake face.

But strictly speaking, the scales on the anaconda snake's head cannot be called dragon scales.

But the dragon scales on Su Bei's face at this moment are genuine.

Jiaolong! ! !

A dragon in human form! !

Xu Ming didn't even dare to imagine how many years of Taoism and perseverance this Su Bei had to cultivate into a man.

However, what surprised Xu Ming even more was yet to come, because the vertical mark between Su Bei's eyebrows was slowly splitting open.

Among them, streaks of purple light flowed out, and within a few breaths, it turned into a vertical eye that glared wide open.

Anyone can see the evil in the vertical eyes.

Xu Ming just glanced at it, and felt that his soul was about to be pulled into it.

Even an unprecedented coldness spread from the back to the whole body.

"You are the first person to see this eye after I escaped from trouble. I have to say that your life is really good."

The appearance of Su Bei's three eyes was very different from the God Erlang in Xu Ming's impression.

However, before he could make a move, Su Bei disappeared in place with a whoosh.

Xu Ming's heart tightened, and he immediately slashed towards the left side of his body for no reason.

With a clang, the sound of interlacing iron tools came.

"Hmph, insight is good, but then you won't be so lucky."

A bone-piercing purple light shot out from the blind corner, just at the juncture when Xu Ming's old strength was gone and new strength was not yet regenerated.

Caught off guard, Xu Ming could only resist with his sword, and the purple light hit Xu Ming's hatchet fiercely.

Huge force pushed him backwards, and the icy breath from the blade made Xu Ming's tiger's mouth easily torn apart.

At this time, he has no spiritual energy to help him, and he relies entirely on his physical body to resist. Naturally, it is clear at a glance whether he is superior or inferior.

Before Xu Ming could catch his breath, Su Bei's second punch came first.

The target was the hatchet held in Xu Ming's hand. The natural brute force belonging to the dragon's blood almost made Xu Ming unable to hold the hatchet in his hand.

However, the fleeting encounter between the two of them hand-to-hand made Xu Ming see the ferocious look on Su Bei's face that he had never seen before, and the two dragon whiskers that were blowing in the wind.

Xu Ming could hardly resist under the powerful pressure of Su Bei's fist, and could only rely on the black hatchet in his hand.

But an extremely fine cracking sound lingered in Xu Ming's heart like a nightmare.

This unique cracking sound came from the black hatchet in Xu Ming's hand.

Not good! !

(End of this chapter)