President Bingshan's Personal Crazy Dragon

Miyamoto Mitsui stood up slowly.

His state was a bit weird, his eyes glowed with a strange red light.

At the same time, there were some bloody lines, spreading up his legs, flowing like fresh blood.

Shen Nian frowned deeply.

Facing the unknown, he did not choose to act rashly, but looked at it seriously.

Soon, those bloody lines spread to Miyamoto Mitsui's head.

boom--

A terrifying coercion erupted from his body.

Even stronger than before.

"Boy, you didn't do anything just now, it was the worst decision you made."

Miyamoto Mitsui raised his head and said with a sneer.

"Is that all you can do?"

Shen Nian looked at him without any emotional change on his face.

"Just pretending to be calm, the old man will kill you now!"

Miyamoto Mitsui snorted coldly, and rushed towards Shen Nian, leaving afterimages on the spot.

Shen Nian's eyes flashed, and instead of retreating, he swung his fist.

boom--

This collision, Miyamoto Mitsui's feet didn't move a bit, but Shen Nian took half a step back.

"Boy, it's over!"

Miyamoto Mitsui laughed loudly, and the force exerted on the samurai sword increased a bit.

Shen Nian's expression was as usual, and he swung his left hand behind his back violently.

Second punch!

boom--

This time, neither of them retreated, and they were evenly divided.

Third punch!

Miyamoto Mitsui took a step back.

Fourth punch!

puff-

Miyamoto Mitsui's body shook, a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth, and he stepped back a dozen steps one after another.

"Kill me? Is this your confidence?"

Shen Nian said disdainfully.

Miyamoto Mitsui's complexion became very ugly.

He gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Boy, don't be so arrogant, you will definitely die here today!"

"Who can't say big words? Show some real skills! If you can only achieve this, then in my opinion, let's stop here!"

Shen Nian said lightly.

Hearing his words, Miyamoto Mitsui's body trembled with anger.

"Blood... I need more blood..."

Miyamoto Mitsui lowered his head and muttered to himself.

blood?

Shen Nian was startled and frowned.

Then, he saw more bloody lines appeared on Miyamoto Mitsui's legs.

wrong!

It's not just lines, it's real blood!

Suddenly, Shen Nian realized something.

Immediately, he thought of the corpses that disappeared just now, and a bold guess came to his mind.

Those corpses did not disappear, but were devoured by Zhao Mansion's barrier, turned into blood essence, and merged into Miyamoto Mitsui's body.

Although he still doesn't know what will happen to Miyamoto Mitsui after absorbing the blood essence, but he has a hunch that if he is allowed to continue devouring it, the power of the latter will far exceed him.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, and rushed towards Miyamoto Mitsui, trying to interrupt the latter.

Swah——

At this moment, countless sword lights flashed in the dark.

Ten Fuso ninjas armed with katana swords appeared, blocked his way, and surrounded him.

"Master?"

Shen Nian was shocked.

The ten Fusang ninjas surrounding him all had the cultivation level of a master.

Before he could think about it, ten Fuso ninjas attacked him.

Shen Nian didn't hold back his hand, he concentrated the sword energy in his palm, beheading ten people in an instant.

Swah——

However, as soon as these people were dealt with, another ten Fusang warriors appeared.

These ninjas also have the cultivation base of the master level.

Similarly, as soon as he appeared, he rushed towards Shen Nian without giving him the slightest chance to move forward.

With a cold face, Shen Nian beheaded these ninjas.

Then, the third batch...

The fourth batch...

The fifth batch...

……

Shen Nian's complexion became very ugly.

These Fusang ninjas seem to be endless, batch after batch.

More importantly, they are all masters.

When did Grandmaster Realm become so worthless?

Instinctively, Shen Nian felt that something was wrong.

But no matter how he observed, he couldn't find any flaws.

People are real people.

The realm of martial arts is also real, there is no falsehood.

but……

Little Fusang is only a tiny place, how could there be so many masters?

Even, are you willing to let these masters come to die?

When Shen Nian was thinking, what he didn't notice was that the corpses of those Fusang ninjas had all disappeared.

At the same time, the corpses and bloodstains in front of Zhao's residence also disappeared without a sound.

However, with the disappearance of these corpses, there were more bloody lines on Miyamoto Mitsui's body, and his aura also improved significantly.

not good!

Finally, Shen Nian discovered this scene, and realized that killing these people was tantamount to helping Miyamoto Mitsui increase his strength.

So in the next attack, he controlled his strength, only injured or disabled, not fatal.

"Do you think you can stop me by doing this? You are so naive!"

Miyamoto Mitsui noticed his plan, and a mocking smile appeared on his face.

The next moment, whether it was the injured one or the Fuso ninja who had just appeared, they all made the same move.

They held up the samurai swords in their hands, plunged into their chests without hesitation, and ended their lives.

The corpses disappeared one after another, turned into the purest blood, and merged into Miyamoto Mitsui's body.

Shen Nian's face was full of shock.

Deadpool!

This word popped up subconsciously in his mind.

The so-called dead servants are servants specially trained by the Fusang Kingdom to perform that kind of mortal mission.

They have no fear of life and death, and do not understand pain.

In their consciousness, there is only strict execution of orders.

Even if this order is to let them die!

Knowing this, Shen Nian knew that no matter what, it was impossible to prevent these dead servants from committing suicide.

All he can do is stop Miyamoto Mitsui.

Thinking of this, he rushed towards Miyamoto Mitsui without any hesitation.

"Thinking to stop me now? It's too late! Accept the final judgment!"

There was a weird laugh from Miyamoto Mitsui's mouth.

The bloody lines on his body...

No, it can no longer be called texture.

The current Miyamoto Mitsui is covered in blood all over his body, like a blood man.

Around his body, there is still a black devilish energy.

At this time, his strength has reached a peak. Although he has not stepped into the Martial God Realm, he has already touched the ceiling of the half-step Martial God.

Call it No.1 under Valkyrie!

Facing Shen Nian's attack, he let out a dull roar, raised his bloody palm and patted it.

boom--

The bloody breath swallowed Shen Nian.

Then, his body flew upside down and fell heavily to the ground.

"Wow--"

Shen Nian spat out a mouthful of blood.

He raised his head and looked at the monster in front of him with a serious expression.

At this moment, Miyamoto Mitsui was completely invisible.

"magic……"

He murmured.

"Boy, I heard that you are very powerful, you can hit four with one, stand up!"

Miyamoto Mitsui said with a sneer.

Shen Nian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up slowly, and frowned.

His current physical strength can only support the fourth punch of the Nine Turns Kaitian Fist.

However, with Miyamoto Mitsui's current strength, it would be difficult for the fourth punch to cause any damage to him.

Moreover, the fourth punch puts a heavy load on the body, and the number of times he can perform it is also limited.

Unless, he can cast the fifth punch...

But in that case, his body may not be able to bear it.

The Qiqiao Zijin Dan in his hand is running out, and he is not sure if it is enough.

Once not enough, his body will collapse.

"Boy, why don't you talk? Are you thinking about how to die?"

Miyamoto Mitsui's voice sounded again.

"You will die!"

Shen Nian took a deep breath, then raised his head, looked at him, and said word by word.

"Boy, are you joking?"

Miyamoto Mitsui was startled for a moment, then laughed out loud.

Shen Nian didn't say a word, but restrained his facial expression, and poured all the innate aura in his body into his hands.

With a flash of his figure, he came to Miyamoto Mitsui and punched him out.

Miyamoto Mitsui raised his bloody palm to block Shen Nian's fist.

"Is this all you have?"

Miyamoto Mitsui sneered.

Shen Nian had a calm face, and was not disturbed by the other party's words, and punched again.

Second punch!

Third punch!

……

"Is that all, boy? Are you tickling me?"

Miyamoto Mitsui sneered.

Shen Nian ignored it and continued to punch.

Fourth punch!

Fifth... Punch!

An ear-piercing sonic boom sounded, and the space in front of him collapsed one by one.

……