Chapter 198

"Power!"

"Kill!"

"Fear!"

Seventeen's red eyes twinkled with strange light, his tall and burly body expanded rapidly, and his momentum suddenly broke out. In the sound of thunder, he suddenly appeared in front of Yi Huan.

"Blood demon seven moves!"

The blood fog in the blood fog suddenly thickened, and the violent killing intention made Yi Huan suffocate.

He has never seen such a violent killing intention!

Even the murderous spirit of Jia Songyuan, the dead Master of shatianjing, can't compare with Chen Pengfei in front of him!

For a moment, his heart began to fear!

"General Yi!" The bear shouted in the distance.

This roar made Yi Huan regain his mind. He immediately ran Zhenyuan and blocked the long sword in front of him with his fighting instinct.

The Red Blood Sword took the blood red awn and fiercely cleaved on the long sword, and the blue light on the long sword was instantly defeated by the blood red awn.

Irresistible force came, the long sword bent, and the sword body was tightly pressed by the red blood sword on Yi Huan's body.

"Bang!"

The Red Blood Sword patted on Yi Huan, and Yi Huan felt as if he had been hit by a mountain!

Yi Huan fell from mid air, fell into the sea of people, and was severely hit on the ground. The rolled up air flow directly blew away the soldiers of the two countries within 50 meters.

After the smoke and dust dispersed, only a deep pit was left in place, and half of the pit was barefoot exposed outside.

Xiong Zaiyuan calmly reminded, "don't fight with that guy. His strength is greater than mine!"

"He is too strong. It was only the middle of congenital three days ago, and now it is the late of congenital. His strength is even stronger than that of ordinary congenital martial artists. It is simply abnormal!"

“……”

"That guy is not simple, his killing sword is very strong!" Xiong Zaiyuan thought for a moment and said, "I feel that his killing sword idea is not the strongest artistic conception he has mastered. He should also cultivate another artistic conception at the same time. No, it should be his major. I have never seen that unknown artistic conception before, but it is definitely stronger than his killing Artistic Conception!"

The inborn master lost his voice and said, "hidden so deep?"

"Yes, terrible guy!" Xiong Zaiyuan said in a deep voice.

Ordinary martial artists can understand a kind of artistic conception, that is, God is especially kind to him!

Martial artists who can understand two artistic conceptions are very rare!

And even if the top talents understand two kinds of artistic conception, they will almost rationally choose only one artistic conception to practice.

Because only when the artistic conception is improved, the strength can be improved. If you want to break through to the breaking heaven realm, you must understand the profound meaning. If you understand a variety of artistic conceptions at the same time, the strength improvement will be extremely slow, almost twice as slow!

In the long run, cultivating a variety of artistic conception is definitely not worth the loss. It is the wisest to cultivate only one artistic conception!

But the momentum of Xiong zaiyuang17 can be seen that 17 has a deep understanding of another unknown artistic conception, which is much stronger than the artistic conception of killing!

"He is not sixteen this year?"

Xiong Zaiyuan replied, "that's what the information says!"

"It's definitely a lie. I believe him at forty-six!" Another congenital late general asked anxiously, "how can we kill him?"

Xiong Zaiyuan glanced at the pit on the ground, took a deep breath and said, "don't think so much, first think about how not to be killed!"

“……”

In the red blood sword, Chen Hao couldn't help shaking his head when he heard Xiong Zaiyuan's words.

Bear Zaiyuan is a little wrong.

Seventeen, the understanding of the artistic conception of force is not as profound as the artistic conception of killing, but the artistic conception of force is naturally stronger than the artistic conception of killing!

It's very difficult for them not to be killed by seventeen. Unless they turn around and run immediately, they may still have a chance!

Seventeen comprehend three artistic conceptions, strong physical defense, and the cultivation of martial arts and martial arts are also top-notch. The Red Blood Sword provides him with the effect of doubling the destructive power of swordsmanship. It is not a problem to surpass the level and kill the innate peak!

Moreover, Xiong Zaiyuan's hands were seriously injured, and his combat effectiveness was greatly reduced!

Chen Hao did not expect that another general of the white dragon army died again under the red blood sword.

Looking at the wound he finally made on seventeen's body began to heal, Xiong Zaiyuan covered the bleeding wound on his abdomen and laughed miserably!

It's really... So strong that it's hopeless!

Xiongzaiyuan is the first time to meet such a person who makes him despair!

The other side is just a congenital late master.

It's a monster!

In despair, Xiong Zaiyuan's eyes began to blush. He seemed to have lost his reason. His eyes became blood red and directly attacked seventeen.

"Is it starting again?" Chen Hao murmured, "with 17 dozen long-term station, the end is like that green poison ghost old man."

In mid air, two pairs of red eyes appeared.

A pair of eyes desperate and crazy.

A pair of cold and crazy eyes.

……

Three inborn masters fell one after another, and other inborn masters of the white dragon army who paid attention to the battle here were panicked, and the evil spirit field began to take advantage of the weakness!

Then Qiu Yiming took the opportunity to kill two congenitally mid-term generals and three congenitally early-stage generals. Only a few of them had good strength and first-class body and hair. Congenitally, the master escaped the blood fog.

With the escape of congenital generals, the defeat of the white dragon army is inevitable!

On the battlefield, once the Lord general escapes, no matter how elite the soldiers will collapse, not to mention, the devil aura field brings them too much fear!

Seventeen stood in mid air, looking at those more than 100000 white dragon soldiers, their fear, fear and despair were all in his eyes!

He gently shook the blood on the red blood sword, looked at the enemies and whispered, "fear! Fear! Feel... My despair!"

Chen Hao looked at seventeen's eyes. His red eyes were also full of despair!

"Follow my orders... Kill them all!"

The voice of seventeen echoed in the blood mist, ringing in everyone's ears.

His voice seemed magical. The soldiers of Nanyun country became more crazy, and the soldiers of the white dragon army became more afraid and desperate!

The blood fog slowly diffused, covering the whole lakeside city.

Until the next evening, the battle was not over, and soldiers who went out to hunt down the white dragon army returned to the city.

In Linhu City, civilians were mobilized to clean up the bodies piled up in the streets.

Outside the city, a large pit of nearly 100 meters was excavated, and countless bodies were dumped inside.

In the dungeon, burning hot carbon fire, seventeen sat on the Taishi chair and looked at Yi Huan tied to the iron frame.

Yi Huan's Dantian was abandoned, and he stared at seventeen with hate eyes.

Unfortunately, his eyes can't kill people, and he can't even stir up any waves in seventeen's heart!

"Tell me, did you catch the survivors of the LAN family? Are they still alive? Where are they?"

"How many times have you asked this question? I'll tell you... I won't tell you if I die!"

“……”

Standing behind seventeen, Qiu Yiming silently counted in his heart, "thirty eighth time."

"Tell me, did you catch the survivors of the LAN family? Are they still alive? Where are they?"

"Kill me!"

Thirty ninth.

……

"Tell me, did you catch the survivors of the LAN family? Are they still alive? Where are they?"

"Are you crazy!"

The 41st time.

"Tell me, did you catch the survivors of the LAN family? Are they still alive? Where are they?"

Yi Huan had already closed his eyes and didn't want to talk to seventeen.

“……”

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