Chapter 425: Get it

"You seem to be... too happy, right?"
suddenly.
Xiang Hongyu's expression was not completely relaxed yet.
In the depths of the crack, there was a voice that he never wanted to hear again.
Boom...
A huge figure rose slowly, and the rubble on his body fell one after another, hitting the ground like a drum.
Xiang Hongyu's pupils shrank, and subconsciously said: "This is impossible!"
"You... how could you not die!"
"It's a pity that your knife is still a little weaker." He Shouzhong flew into the air with a grinning smile: "You should feel honored that this knife has indeed caused me a lot of trouble."
He pointed to the squirming granulation in his chest, "If this knife is cut a little bit deeper, maybe it will really kill me."
"Unfortunately, you don't have enough energy to make a second cut, but I have this perfect body bestowed by the gods!"
Click!
He Shouzhong tore off the broken scales on his chest and crushed them in his hands.
The wounds are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Seeing this scene, a hint of frustration flashed through Xiang Hongyu's eyes.
"Or... lost."
Just as how Shouzhong said, he has no more energy to make a second cut.
Moreover, in the face of such a terrifying monster, even if there is still the possibility of another cut, Xiang Hongyu is not sure to behead it.
"It seems that you have exhausted your cards." He Shouzhong laughed grimly, "Then go to death!"
As soon as the voice fell, the beast claws already caught Xiang Hongyu's head. When the crisis was pressing, a hoarse voice slowly sounded: "Is there enough trouble?"
Suddenly!
A dense thread of True Qi blocked in front of Xiang Hongyu.
He Shouzhong's castration continued unabated, and the beast claws pounced on that piece of invigorating thread, but he was cut off by his wrist, blood spurted out, and poured his head and face on Hongyu.
Wearing a hideous mask with hatred standing in his hand, he looked at He Shouzhong from a distance, "If you want to kill someone, there is a chance in the future, don't do it in front of me."
"Seeing you like this makes me feel very sick."
He Shouzhong stretched out his twisted tongue to beat the air, a pair of beast eyes fixed on hatred, as if suppressing the crazy killing intent in his heart.
Obviously, his only remaining sane tells him that he must never fight against a powerhouse of the level of ‘Great God’s Envoy’. However, the murderousness rushing out of his heart, and the feeling brought by the surge of power, made him unable to restrain his desire to deal with hatred.
The feeling of killing a group of weak masters is definitely not as good as killing a top master!
Just as He Shouzhong was fighting between heaven and man in his heart, his hatred seemed to be aware of something, and he laughed disdainfully: "Are you lost in the sudden increase in power? It really is a waste."
"Since you are intent on killing me, you might as well follow the violence in your heart and try it out?" Disgusting with his hands on his back, he dismissed He Shouzhong.
He Shouzhong's pupils shrunk slightly, and his voice was low and said: "I am not what I used to be. Are you sure you want to anger me?"
"Let me teach you a truth."
Disgust looked at He Shouzhong’s previously severed wrist by Qi Gen, where brand new bones and flesh and blood had grown, showing a monster-like resilience, but Disgust disapproved, and slowly said: "The ants who have been working all day will always be because If they make a little progress and are complacent, if they are lucky to take a big step, they will think that they have reached the top, and even dare to compare themselves to beings above the dome."
He Shouzhong heard this, an extremely depressed growl deep in his throat.
"If this kind of ant is replaced by a human race, we are more accustomed to call it... waste."
The disgusting voice said flatly: "The biggest common problem with waste is that you have no self-knowledge and you are used to measuring the world by your own standards."
"Abomination!" He Shouzhong roared: "I got the gift of the gods! Now that I have the power of a top master, what qualifications do you have to humiliate me!"
"Bonus?"
If hatred had taken off the mask, his expression must be extremely mocking.
He looked at He Shouzhong's body that was completely invisible in human form, "Do you think this is a gift?"
He Shouzhong was startled.
"It's a sad idiot." With a murmur of disgust, he stretched out his hand and stroked the void, the space split open, and he drew a strangely shaped black long sword from it.
"No Blame Sword!"
Xiang Hongyu recognized this long sword and said in surprise.
"Oh? Very knowledgeable."
Hate a hoarse smile.
Xiang Hongyu heard what he meant, and his face was pale, and he said nothing.
Wuguijian, one of the thirty-nine magic weapons of the Zhenwu domain.
Although ranked thirty-seven, it is actually the "first of the sword soldiers".
The head of this sword soldier does not specifically refer to a certain long sword, like Xue Zun's White Deer Sword and Canglang Sword. As long as it is one of the thirty-nine magic soldiers, it is recognized as the strongest sword soldier in the world.
But what really made Xiang Hongyu's face pale was not because of the Wuguijian itself, but because of its symbolic meaning.
You know, Wuguijian has always been a Tibetan soldier of the ancient Jiang family, and there is no one who can this long sword from the Jiang family under the whole world. But it still appeared in the hands of hatred.
Xiang Hongyu immediately thought of the ‘big event’ that happened in the Jiang family, and thus guessed the identity of the hatred.
So hating that meaningful laughter fell into his ears, more like a threat.
The sword of no blame comes out, and there is a fierce sword wind between heaven and earth.
A faint lustre covered the black sword body.
Different from the Canglang Sword’s ‘rebellious’, with the power of hatred, the magic weapon of the Wugui Sword can naturally be captured by hand, and it can also exert its full power.
He Shouzhong clenched the beast's claws that had just grown, and said in a stern voice: "What about a soldier, my god-given body is a soldier!"
He violently charged towards hatred, murderous!
Disgust shook his head, made a gesture of swinging a sword, and said indifferently: "The truth I want to teach you is actually very simple. In the next life, don't be a fool."
The voice settled.
He swung the sword of blamelessly to cut diagonally.
A huge sword energy was like dividing the sky and the earth diagonally, slashing heavily on He Shouzhong's body!
He Shouzhong's forward momentum stopped immediately, his pupils shrunk to the size of a needle, and he wanted to lift his left arm, but a truncated arm slipped silently.
Immediately after, He Shouzhong felt that his vision was a little shifted. When he looked down, he saw an oblique cut that started from the right shoulder and spread to the waist and abdomen. His upper body was detaching to the left, and the blood came from there like a waterfall Dao's flat wound welled up.
Up to this moment, He Shouzhong opened his mouth to say something, but only spouted a blood arrow.
boom!
The two corpses fell, making a dull sound.
The abhorred wrist flipped, the sword of blamelessness disappeared, and the gesture of understatement was like doing a trivial thing.
Xiang Hongyu witnessed the whole process, only to feel a bit dry in his throat.
More, it is a sense of fear that cannot be described in words.
Prior to their seven masters, He Shouzhong, who was turned into a monster, was forced into death. Almost I had no power to fight back, and Qu Zun was killed on the spot.
As for Xiang Hongyu himself, the previous secret skills that tried his best had failed to cause He Shouzhong to be fatally injured. He had a more intuitive feeling about He Shouzhong's strength.
Such a powerful monster, in front of hatred, could not hold a sword and was killed.
Despite the fact that Wujujian is a powerful soldier, the most important thing is to hate his own strength.
The concept of top masters is very vague. The world only knows that there are strong masters of this level, but few people know how powerful the top masters are.
Can you become a deity in half a step?
Looking at the entire real martial arts domain, there are too many grandmasters who can do this, but any one who is called the top grandmaster is all a well-known powerhouse.
"Enough? Let's work."
At this moment, hatred suddenly turned around, and Xiang Hongyu was shocked.
But he soon realized that hatred was not talking to himself.
Not far behind him, the void suddenly split, and a charming voice came out: "You actually killed your favorite subordinate in Furious. This is really troublesome."
"Who saw it?"
Disgusted with a light smile, turned his head and looked at Xiang Hongyu: "Did you see it?"
Xiang Hongyu only froze for a moment, and then immediately denied: "No."
Are you kidding me?
No matter how stupid he was, he knew what to say and not to say at this time.
Disgusted and nodded in satisfaction: "No one has seen it. Why does he say that I killed the person?"
The void cracks gradually closed, Jiang Taohua stepped out of it, and smiled and said: "Anyway, he has been completely demonized, kill it."
"Is something in hand?" She flew to the hatred side and asked softly.
Detested: "How can I miss if I shot?"
He slightly released a breath that belonged to the deceased of heaven and man, the coercion from the level of life absolutely cannot be faked.
Jiang Taohua smiled and said, "Since the things are in hand, it's time to leave."