Chapter Four Hundred and Sixty-Four: Fighting Wang Ao Together
"But unfortunately, you are too weak!"
Wang Ao was extremely conceited.
His eyes were so profound that they seemed to have turned into two seas of blood.
The sword light came to kill.
Wang Ao stretched out his hand, and like a god in the sea of blood, a terrifying bloody aura surged out, and a big hand covered the sky and slapped out.
"The bloody hand of the town!"
He roared low, his energy surged, and once he took action, it was a terrifying fighting technique.
This man has unparalleled talent.
Having received the inheritance of the ancient blood god, he has complete martial arts skills, which are related to his own cultivation, and he has condensed extremely powerful caves. Each one is blessed with terrifying tactics.
His palms turned into blood and were covered in blood. The blood vibrated in his body and intertwined with the palm prints.
boom!
The palm technique is too overbearing.
With a scarlet aura, he came out hard and slapped the sword light with a palm. Chu Feng's figure trembled, and the palm print was powerful. With a bang, Chu Feng was directly knocked away.
That sword light was shattered!
The physical body is blessed with Qi and blood. The stronger the Qi and blood, the more terrifying the power.
This is the ancient blood god method.
Devour flesh and blood.
Use all living beings in the world as nourishment, nourish yourself, and turn all blood and flesh into your own strength!
He advanced forward and chased Chu Feng. There was a flood of blood. A layer of blood energy, like a divine pillar, soared into the sky. Above his head, in the nine caves, there were all different scenes. Some were like seas of blood rolling.
, some are piles of corpses, and some directly manifest endless souls of injustice, wailing and screaming in them!
"Buzz!"
And at this time.
The Stealing Saint and others also reacted.
Old Dao Tou was the first to take action. He stood in the distance and his eyes suddenly closed. Under his eyelids, two traces of blood flowed out. Wonderful lines lingered in front of his eyes, as if they were crossing several realms.
Take a peek at Wang Ao's weaknesses.
finally.
When Wang Ao was about to catch up with Chu Feng.
"cut!"
Lao Daotou let out a sharp shout.
His eyes were empty, with only the light of the sword flickering in them.
Zheng!
A crisp and clear cry resounded throughout the world.
next moment.
Only the sword light shoots out vertically and horizontally.
His movements were very crisp.
Draw the sword.
Unsheath.
Cut down.
Moving clouds and flowing water, the broken sword was unsheathed. Under the blessing of its own cave power, it became complete. There was an earth-yellow aura intertwined on it, which contained a heavy power.
boom!
The sword light slashed out and struck directly at Wang Ao's chest.
"Second Level of Cave Heaven? You alone are worthy of stopping me?" Wang Ao said proudly, but he did not put Lao Daotou in his eyes at all.
In his opinion.
The only person in the field who can pose a threat to him, besides Chu Feng, is the Saint of the Stealing Sect. The other two people, including Lao Daotou, are only at the first or second level of the Cave Heaven. Such strength is no different.
Yu no!
However.
He was wrong.
The earth-yellow sword light slashed out.
Wang Ao casually slapped the sword light and shattered it into pieces. However, immediately after, the figure of Lao Daotou flashed and moved with the sword light, appearing in front of Wang Ao, above his head.
Above, the two caves changed. The khaki cave was dim, replaced by a golden cave.
within it.
There is a Geng gold breath flowing.
This is Lao Daotou's second cave.
"The art of golden killing!"
The old sword head growled lowly, and a cold light flashed in his empty eyes. He was too obsessed with the sword technique. Even at this moment, the cold light was only the power of the sword.
"Seeking death!" Wang Ao roared angrily, with a flash of contempt in his eyes.
He paused in his steps.
Bang!
A big hand slapped out directly, and there was a strong blood floating on it, turning into thousands of blood-colored sharp edges, rolling and moving. He wanted to kill this swordsman who didn't know the heights of the sky with one blow.
However.
The old knife man seemed to realize this, his eyes were as bright as ever and he kept moving.
Stand up.
Driving straight in, his left shoulder faced the killing blow head-on. Then, he took a step forward and approached again, already appearing on Wang Ao's chest. At the moment when the huge force was about to knock him away, he was cut off.
The knife is out of its sheath again!
Simple and neat.
Same as before!
Buzz!
A golden blade slashed out.
Without any hesitation.
Trade injury for injury!
Decisive to the extreme!
Boom!
The old sword head vomited blood, and his body was thrown away, and he was embedded in a high mountain. His breath became weak, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead. However, Wang Ao didn't feel good either. There was a sword light on his chest, and he almost missed it.
It tore the sternum and blasted into the heart. If Lao Daotou had been stronger, he might have died.
"Damn old thing!"
Wang Ao gritted his teeth.
He never thought that he would be injured by such a weak ant!
The swordsman of the second level of Dongtian almost killed him! If he hadn't been physically strong enough, the sword he just struck would no longer be an injury for injury, but an injury for life!
A fierce light flashed in Wang Ao's eyes.
He was about to take action again. At this time, Gu Tianyun also arrived. He was more than twice as tall. Physically, his body was filled with heat waves. He was a warrior who focused on his physical body. He polished his body and saw Wang Ao.
Wounded, he came straight over and struck down with his hands like giant hammers!