The road to becoming stronger from sacrifice

Stepping down with one step, with the force point as the center, the surrounding ground is torn apart, and large pieces of soil are like rolling waves, churning and splashing.

"Whirlwind Thirteen Slashes!"

Cut out.

It was extremely violent, and the air around him roared like a dragon.

"die!"

Accompanied by Lin Hong's roar, the whole figure turned into a black shadow, slashing down fiercely with a fiery blade.

All this seems to take a long time, but in fact it happened within a second.

Before Cheng Kuang's fist was retracted, he felt a chilling aura.

Shocked, he had to look back hastily and punched him.

"Pfft!"

"Zizzi."

The sound of a sharp knife cutting through flesh, the sound of a red iron scalding flesh.

Cheng Kuang's expression changed instantly, becoming more ferocious and vicious.

The sharp sword chopped off Cheng Kuang's arm, and the fire burning on the blade burned it, turning it into a piece of black charcoal.

"you wanna die!"

Cheng Kuang roared frantically, his voice was inhuman, and in an instant, his eyes were red, his face was distorted, and white air came out of his head.

Lin Hong's eyes narrowed, he snorted coldly, stepped on Cheng Kuang's chest, flew back, and appeared more than ten meters away in the blink of an eye.

Looking at some war knives with curling blades, there was a trace of doubt in his heart.

Not quite right!

The other party seemed to be much weaker to him.

Not far away, Fu Yuanqing opened his mouth wide, his expression was astonished, and he seemed to be stupid.

The eyes rolled, looked at Lin Hong, and then at Cheng Kuang.

He thinks he's absolutely screwed.

How can it be!

How could a fifth rank fight with a seventh rank grandmaster?

He didn't believe it.

You must be dreaming.

Unable to hold back, Fu Yuanqing slapped himself twice.

"hiss--"

It hurts.

Not dreaming.

But Fu Yuanqing still couldn't believe it in his heart, which overturned his long-standing concept.

Just as Fu Yuanqing was thinking, there was a sudden tremor on the ground, and he was horrified. He looked up and found that Lin Hong and Cheng Kuang were fighting together again.

The battle between the two sides became more ferocious, and the scorching blade light rushed to the four directions, completely in a desperate posture.

"Srustling." There was a strange sound.

Fu Yuanqing's eyes were fixed, and he suddenly looked at a bush not far away.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Fu Yuanqing's mouth, and he jumped up holding the gun. Senhan's gun light gathered at one point and stabbed down.

In the grass, Mazi was staring worriedly at the battle in the field.

The moment Cheng Kuang's arm was cut off, he felt heartbroken.

He really wanted to control Cheng Kuang to leave, but for some reason, he found that he couldn't control it.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind blowing overhead.

With a shocked expression, he flew up immediately, jumped to the left, and avoided Fu Yuanqing's blow.

Looking at the pockmarked face of the other party, Fu Yuanqing felt nauseous for a while, and almost vomited on the spot.

"Fuck!"

He cursed.

But he still wanted to curse, how could there be such an ugly person, this is simply disgusting.

It's not your fault to be ugly, but it's your fault to be ugly.

Mazi's face was as gloomy as water, and he knew what the other party was thinking just by looking at the other party's expression.

Instantly... Angry.

"Damn it, I want you to die!"

Mazi erupted, and an aura of a sixth-grade Astral Realm erupted.

Fu Yuanqing's eyelids jumped violently, and his eyes almost fell out of shock.

Heck!

What day is it today?

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"cough!"

Lin Hong spat out a mouthful of blood, looked at the trembling right hand holding the knife, and looked indifferent.

"Fortunately, the gap is not too big."

The strength of the opponent is strong, but it is not so strong that it is invincible.

"Whirlwind Thirteen Slashes."

Endless sword light rushed in all directions, and the wind helped the fire to burn even more intensely.

Burst!shoot!Agitation!

Under the blowing of this terrifying gangster wind, the broken trees around were swept into the sky, and the light of the knife filled the air, and they were smashed into pieces in an instant.

The blood energy surged like a volcanic eruption.

Cheng Kuang let out a furious roar, and endless spiritual energy poured in and was absorbed by it in an instant.

"Martial arts, blood dragon."

In an instant, there was a sound like the crashing waves of the sea, like a big river falling from the nine heavens.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The sound of heavy drums beating came in his ears, and a blood-colored dragon appeared in front of Cheng Kuang, exuding terrifying power.

A look of ferocity appeared on Cheng Kuang's angry face, and he stared fixedly at Lin Hong.

"Blood dragon kill!"

The dragon roared, as fast as light, and rushed to Lin Hong in an instant.

The hurricane blood dragon collided, and the terrifying air wave lifted the ground, revealing brand new soil, and countless smoke and dust were raised around.

Lin Hong's figure rushed out of the smoke and dust, slashed down, split the blood dragon in half, and sprayed out countless bloody lights.

Cheng Kuang's ferocious smile froze suddenly, and disbelief appeared in his eyes.

"Who the hell are you?!" Cheng Kuang's voice was faintly tinged with madness.

"I am your father."

Lin Hongxie smiled charmingly, but his movements did not stop at all.

In the blink of an eye, he had rushed to Cheng Kuang.

The saber in his hand tore through the air ferociously, carrying a strong wind, and slashed down angrily.

In an instant, a flash of understanding flashed in Lin Hong's mind, and he had a different understanding of Whirlwind Thirteen Slashes.

The wind can be gentle or violent. The gentle wind is like a spring breeze blowing on the face. The violent wind is enough to tear the earth, set off a tsunami, and destroy everything in front of it.

Wisps of nameless breeze blew and surrounded Lin Hong.

The moment Cheng Kuang struck with a punch full of killing intent, Lin Hong's body slid with a strange step.

Ethereal, handsome, and weird.

It can be called the pace of the devil!

Cheng Kuang was stunned for a moment, with a bewildered expression on his face, as if he hadn't expected it.

The meaning revealed in the eyes is clearly saying, "Damn, you can't hit at such a close?!"

Not to mention Cheng Kuang, even Lin Hong himself was shocked.

"what's the situation?"

What he just did was completely felt in his heart, and he did it subconsciously, and he might not be able to make it out again.

All thoughts flashed in my mind, and I cut out a knife again strangely.

A sense of enlightenment welled up in my heart.

The light knife instantly tore Cheng Kuang's protective aura, cutting a one-meter-long wound on Cheng Kuang's back, and blood splattered everywhere.

"boom!"

Suddenly, terrifying wind blades filled the air, and in the blink of an eye, Cheng Kuang's body was covered with dense wounds.

With a fierce step, he lifted the knife and cut!

With this knife, it was like a thousand-handled war knife was constantly rotating and cutting. In an instant, Cheng Kuang's body was broken into four sections.

"call--"

Lin Hong took a deep breath, staggered, and knelt down on one knee.

Sweat continued to flow from his forehead, but his eyes were bright.

He felt as if he had realized something extraordinary.

A little kefir!

Next to him, Fu Yuanqing, who was constantly pressing down on the pockmarks, widened his eyes.

"Fuck!"

Fu Yuanqing couldn't help shouting.

"what's the situation?!"

He felt like he was missing something.

If you read correctly, the guy lying on the ground is the seventh-rank grandmaster just now, right?

Something is not right.

Fu Yuanqing was surprised, but Mazi was horrified.

His mood sank to freezing point, and fear spread in his heart.

In a trance, a gust of wind rushed towards my face, like a needle prick.

When he came back to his senses, he saw Fu Yuanqing stab Mazi's throat with a gun.

His complexion changed instantly, and he roared angrily: "Young man, you don't talk about martial arts!"

As he said that, his body retreated violently, and he leaned back, avoiding the blow.

Just when Mazi was secretly complacent, a big knife fell from the sky.

With a "click", a huge head rolled to the ground.

When he was about to die, there was still a look of complacency in his eyes.