Yang Huang tightened his grip on the knife slightly. He was not nervous, but just a little eager to try.
It has been a while since Yang Huang learned the twelve combos. Before, he had never had the opportunity to find anyone to practice with him, but now he has a lot of people to practice with him.
"You kid didn't even move in front of twenty of our outstanding men in black. You're so arrogant. Die!" Hei Fatty chopped off Yang Huang's handsome head with a knife.
Yang Huang would not let this guy chop off his head. He swung his knife upwards and collided with the guy's knife.
When the two knives collided, a very powerful energy burst out from between the two knives.
Yang Huang was not afraid of this energy, so he stood very firmly, but Hei Pang was very weak, and was immediately knocked away by this violent energy.
"Puff puff puff..."
While being knocked away, Fatty Hei spit out ten mouthfuls of blood in succession, and the clothes of many men in black flying forward were stained by his blood.
The men in black who had their black clothes stained didn't care about their clothes. Their eyes were widened now.
"It turns out he is a hidden master. Let's chop him with all our strength! Chop him into dried radishes and feed them to the dogs. I don't like radishes. I hate radishes the most! Kill!"
The person who spoke was a very ??寣一铮?駧黾一掎有 [shallow head??closed??luck?you] Jiang Liji called for bad feet and dizzy? Qu Chun Tu blew his bad pen to forgive?/p
"kill!"
Everyone's voices gathered together and reached Yang Huang's very white ears.
Yang Huang was very calm and completely ignored the dense swords coming from the front. He was not afraid of these people.
"One, two, three, four, five, six..." Yang Huang slashed twelve times in a row, each one hitting a different person.
Yang Huang had no intention of hitting the same place with twelve consecutive strikes now. These people who were coming were so weak that he didn't need to do this at all.
"So strong! Everyone, run, it's over, it's too late!" Just as the man who was speaking was about to run, he saw a knife tip emerging in front of his stomach. He knew that he must have been struck by Yang Huang's knife.
The people around were very scared when they saw this scene, and everyone ran faster than before.
Some people were more shrewd, and they all ran towards the military workers, trying to lure Yang Huang to the military workers.
The martial artist frowned. He didn't know whether he should deal with Yang Huang now, but he knew one thing. Even if he didn't deal with Yang Huang, Yang Huang would definitely come to deal with him.
"I will kill you now, but I am different from them! Move the earth with force!" The martial artist hit the ground, and something magical happened. His head immediately turned golden.
After that, Wu Gong's entire body turned golden, and even the spear he held in his hand turned golden.
At the same time, the strength in Wu Gong's body has been soaring, and now his strength has increased by one-third.
Yang Huang frowned. He knew he couldn't delay it any longer, so he used the Phantom Step.
The phantom step refers to a footwork that can produce phantoms. This footwork can greatly increase the speed of human movement.
"So fast!" The man who spoke was very worried, and his worries soon turned into reality. His stomach was pierced by a white knife.
"Next one!" Yang Huang immediately rushed to the next one after killing one.
It didn't take long for these insignificant fish to die under Yang Huang's crazy knife.
Until now, Yang Huang had not given his sword a name, but at this moment, Yang Huang had decided what to name his sword, and he decided to call it the Weeping Blood Crazy Sword.
In fact, it doesn't matter even if he can't find a name. Yang Huang didn't have a name before, but didn't he use it for so long?
Now even if the name is not good, Yang Huang won't mind. Anyway, no matter what the name is, this knife will still be this knife, as long as it can cut people.
"You're the only one left. Should you come over by yourself, or should I go directly?" Yang Huang blew on his sword, and the blood on the Weeping Blood Blade was immediately blown away with this breath.
"I'm going to send you on your way, Wugong Jintou! Crash! Move forward!" Wugong patted his own golden head, and then rushed forward angrily.
Today's martial arts workers look like a mad cow, except that the mad cow uses its horns to push its head, while the martial arts workers use its golden head to push its head. This is the difference.
"Your golden head looks very hard. I want to see how strong the golden spirit root cultivator is!" Yang Huang slashed at the martial artist's neck with his sword.
"clang!"
When Yang Huang's Blood-weeping Crazy Blade collided with the martial artist's golden head, a sound sounded like metal being blown to pieces. Of course, the thick golden neck was not shattered.
"That's it! This kind of power can't hurt me yet! Now it's my turn!" The martial artist tried his best to stab forward with a shot.
The power of this gun was very overbearing. The space in front of it collapsed immediately after being hit by the gun. Looking around, the middle of the whirlpool was actually black.
"The attacks and defenses of Golden Spirit Root cultivators are indeed first-rate. If we are an ordinary early-stage Saint Realm cultivator, we may really fall into your hands. But I have experienced hundreds of battles, and you can't do anything to me! Two consecutive attacks.
!" Yang Huang slashed twice in succession.
After that, Yang Huang slashed several times in succession, each one faster than the last, and the force theory of the latter one was stronger than the previous one. Every time he slashed the golden neck, the golden neck would emit a large number of sparks.
The martial artist was very scared now. He didn't expect that Yang Huang would only attack the same position every time. Who could withstand such a crazy attack? He didn't know if there would be a slender crack in his neck later.
"Twelve consecutive blows!" After Yang Huang hit the last blow, a crack appeared on the golden neck.
This crack is not a long and thin crack, but a very large crack.
"Blood, bleeding, so much blood! My neck! I won't give in!" The martial artist immediately blocked his own blood with his hands, but he only blocked it for a moment. After a while, he fainted on the ground.
Yang Huang was afraid that Wu Gong was not dead, so he stabbed Wu Gong in the stomach a few more times, and then carefully checked Wu Gong with his spiritual consciousness. After confirming that Wu Gong was really dead, he slowly pulled out the knife.
came out.
"It seems that there were a few insignificant guys who also tried to steal my token before. I don't know where these people are now!" Yang Huang slowly used spiritual power to clean the blood on the knife.
This move is called Qing Shui Jue, which is specially used to clean one's own body or one's own weapons. It is not a rare martial skill, but it is still quite practical.