Chapter 345: Secret of Blood War

Chen Xinglie really felt a touch of suffocation.
The past is like wind.
Swelled to my heart again.
Even if Chen Xinglie didn’t personally experience it, the memories of those days and nights with the wind and quiet, but the impression is very deep, because that period of time to follow the wind and two stays together, for the previous favorite to mess around and get mad. As far as the soft rice king is concerned, it is simply unbearable to look back.
In fact, if it weren't for the superfluous and erratic behavior of the soft rice king, the wind would not make a strong man lock a man. If not, I am afraid that the soft rice king would soon be abandoned. The most unacceptable torment of love between men and women is being abandoned by the other party, whether it is a man or a woman.
These, Chen Xinglie knows well.
Can still be remembered.
Empathize.
Feng Youyou's voice is very nice, every word, with a unique charm, is the best voice among the many women in Chen Xinglie's impression.
This time, even if she used the method of sound transmission, her voice was not distorted at all, but was mixed with a faint breath, which made the words more unclear.
That is feminine.
Such a taste.
Chen Xinglie was very familiar with it and did not respond. He just gave Feng Youyou a faint glance and ignored it. It was not that he could not resist this woman, but that he has many things that he needs to plan for today, such as: The road of Taoism.
Feng Youyou couldn't get Chen Xinglie's feedback, so he frowned slightly, and yelled at Du Heiyan, "Kill!"
When this word was exited, it seemed that there was the sound of eight-fold dragon chanting, which suddenly sounded.
Above Feng Youyou's head, in the martial arts vision of an ancient tree like a tree of fire and silver blossoms, eight dragons with different shapes appeared.
Everyone only felt shocked.
Even the masters of the land immortal realm were lost for a moment.
Du Heiyan was the first to bear the brunt. He was hit by the sound of the dragon's chant, and his figure wielding a huge sword became a little stiff at this moment. Feng Youyou took this opportunity to turn his figure into an electric light again and cut towards Du Heiyan.
Du Heiyan was shocked.
The Taoist Drunken Dragon flashed back at the moment Feng Youyou killed him.
This gave Du Heiyan a chance to breathe. He turned around and waved his arms, backed his sword to resist, avoiding the vital parts of his body, but was slashed on his shoulder, electric light splashed, and a mist was blown out.
Feng Youyou succeeded with a blow, but frowned, and asked: "Smelly Taoist! What do you mean? At this time, you still think that you are the sword head of the famous and authentic High Heaven Sword Sect, and you can't put it down. With a respectable identity, you are unwilling to join forces with this suzerain?"
In this call, there was also the voice of Dragon Yin.
Daoist Drunken Dragon was shocked so his ears were numb, but he didn't respond, just smiled bitterly.
"Hahaha..." Du Heiyan burst into laughter and swung his sword towards Feng Youyou.
However, at the moment Du Heiyan swung his sword, a gloomy voice climbed up, appeared behind Du Heiyan in a thunderous manner, set off a cold light, and then flashed back.
No tongue!
The old did not make a sound and suddenly attacked. Unfortunately, the old was injured by Qian Yuzao and never recovered. Otherwise, he waved his hand, attacked him, and joined forces with Feng Youyou. Under this attack, it would be impossible. Behead Du Heiyan.
"Sterdog!"
Du Heiyan raised his head and roared: "How dare you attack this Swordmaster!"
"Hehehe..."
Guaiguai had already returned to the original place and smiled: "Our family is an eunuch, and we have been accustomed to being dark all our life. You have been doing ugly things all your life. You don't even watch out for our family to attack you. Are you stupid?"
Du Heiyan was so angry that his face turned purple, but he was speechless. He could only swing his huge sword to kill Xiangfeng Youyou again, stepping in the air with the soles of his feet, making the sound of rumbling footsteps like a drum roar.
cut! cut! cut……
When Du Heiyan swung his sword, he yelled again and again, slashing the sword sage eight times, and unreservedly displayed it. At the same time, blood burst out from the two wounds on his shoulder and back. Du Heiyan's whole body was wrapped in blood.
The blood nourishes the martial arts momentum.
Du Heiyan's body creaked, and his originally huge and stalwart body became more sturdy and huge. When the iron armor worn on his body was cracked open, his height was also raised by more than a foot in an instant. A strange bright red color.
Barbarian secrets, battles!
As long as this martial art secret technique is displayed, the whole person will be in a frenzied state, without pain, the more you fight, the more braver you get, the heavier your injuries, the more blood you keep, the stronger your strength, until the moment before you die. , One's own strength will reach its peak, and after this moment, it will run out of life and die.
Ordinary barbarian masters, who use this secret technique, are mad, unable to control themselves, and can only allow their own strength to passively increase as the injury worsens.
This is a way of no return.
In the end, it can only be that the injury is getting heavier and heavier, and there is only one ending: death in the battle.
Du Heiyan is different.
Even if he used the battle technique, Du Heiyan was still conscious, actively controlling the wound so that his strength rose rapidly, and then controlling the wound muscles to close and lock the injury. In this way, his own strength can be maintained. In a controlled state, after killing the enemy and winning, he can still keep himself from being seriously injured.
This style of play.
Feng Youyou was a little unstoppable, and quickly retreated.
Tongueless eyes sank, ready to shoot again.
The Taoist Drunken Dragon also clenched the ancient dragon sword in his hand.
Even Qian Yuzao suddenly got up and prepared to participate in this battle.
Du Heiyan did not chase Feng Youyou, but stopped suddenly in the air, turned around, looked at Chen Xinglie standing on the tall building, gritted his teeth and said, "Today, this sword master has accepted it! However, these land at your command If the gods want to leave the life of the sword master, I'm afraid they will have to leave something, either life, or hands and feet, anyway, don't think about going back."
Chen Xinglie smiled coldly, and said: "You say that, I really want to make a shot myself."
Hum!
Above the tall buildings, Jian Ming suddenly rose.
Chen Xinglie's body climbed into a beam of sword light, which was exactly the same as the light beam of sword energy that used to slay the dragon a few days ago.
Du Heiyan bled all over his body, clenched the giant sword abruptly, his eyes sank, and roared: "This sword sage only questioned your way of literary cultivation, but never questioned your martial arts strength. Now, this sword sage is following this A group of people fight a battle, and you let them kill this sword master. The sword master has no choice but to draw his sword to protect himself. If you are on the path of writing and have real skills, if you really come up with a piece of writing On the road of Taoism, don’t use martial arts methods, just rely on Wendao's strength to fight the sword master!"
Wendao?
Chen Xinglie smiled proudly and said: "You savage man, you don't recognize three or five big characters, and you are a mere illiterate. You are worthy of mentioning the word Wendao?"