Extraordinary Bloodline Integration

In three moves, Naraka, who was going to kill the joint team of the Knights and the Law Enforcement Team, was defeated?

With three moves, it is necessary to surpass a level, and defeat the strong who have already started to step on the road of the seventh step to the limit of the sixth step?

Three strokes, no matter how you look at it, is an extremely ridiculous number.

Is it baseless wild words, or does Mo Cheng really have the power to kill the enemy in front of him?

No one knew the answer, and neither did Naraka, but he was amused by Mo Cheng's unknowing words.

"Three tricks? Hahahahahahahahaha!"

When faced with an opponent whose level is one level lower than his own, and the other party said three tricks to make him taste the taste of failure, no matter who he is, he will laugh.

Even if this laughter is full of extreme [disrespect] anger towards his [power].

"Is your reliance on the [Gang Body] that surpasses ordinary people?"

Naraka opened the palm of his right hand, and a dark and gloomy blade slowly squeezed out, from the tip, the blade, to the final handle, a complete and ominous blade.

"It is unexpectedly hard, but I like to cut off hard things."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Mo Cheng stretched out his hand, pointing at his cheek, "Come on, hit me harder."

In an instant, a storm erupted from the place where the two were, sweeping sand, bricks and rocks into the sky. Under the terrifying acceleration, all the inconspicuous little things became deadly weapons.

The wind pressure violently released to the surroundings, completely destroying and destroying the surrounding houses. The moment the two fought against each other, the surrounding environment was changed into an open space more suitable for fighting.

"Clang!"

The fist and the knife touched again, like the collision of steel and steel, bursting out a lot of sparks. The powerful impact caused the colliding weapons to retreat involuntarily, but the figures of the two did not retreat at all.

A slight retreat, a brief return of breath, is all for the next moment.

Strong wind and heavy rain, only such metaphors can describe the collision of fist shadows and sword shadows all over the sky. The pressure of fists and swords forms a storm, and it is a through train to hell.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Break, break, keep breaking!

Regardless of whether it was the blade or his bones that appeared in Naraka's hands, under Mo Cheng's heavy fist, there was nothing left but a shattered end.

"Ha, what a hard fist! Only such a fist can make me feel happy!"

The blade is broken, and the blade that grows again is harder, sharper, and stronger than before.

I don't know how many blades were broken, but the blade in Naraka's hand is strong enough to cut through the dragon scales and hurt his body.

"So hard, so hard body! More than 500 blades have been strengthened to cut this flesh, and your hardness is enough to make me [warp] up!"

Is it hard?

Mo Cheng pointed his finger at the heart, and the fierce fire element burned the heart, causing the blood to go berserk in the body. He used the facts to tell Naraka that he—could be tougher!

Instantly burned 50% of his own blood volume, and completely restored Mo Cheng's dragon scales. At the same time, his body was stronger, his speed was faster, and his fist was stronger than ever before!

In the gap between Narakuka's sword swing, Mo Cheng's fist hit the opponent's abdomen first, and the opponent's body that was comparable to steel could not resist Mo Cheng's heavy punch, the abdomen was deeply sunk into the body, and the soft internal organs were covered Forcibly displaced, squeezing the heart and blood vessels.

A heavy punch made Naraka feel that his heart was about to be spit out from his throat by the opponent, but Naraka laughed instead.

"Okay, let's change tricks one by one!"

Narakuka broke all the blades immediately, and condensed the strongest and sharpest katana with both hands. It was extremely sharp, and cut off Mo Cheng's neck at this extremely close distance.

At the same time, the power of Mo Cheng's fist also exploded completely. The simple, direct and brutal fist crushed Naraka's internal organs, shaking it into juice and shooting it out from the facial features and pores.

One trick is over.

Mo Cheng's head was brutally severed, and Naraka's internal organs were smashed. Both of them were hurt?

No, this kind of injury can't affect the outcome at all.

"It's a harvest." Naraka ignored the liquid gushing out of the pores of his five sense organs, and pointed the knife at Mo Cheng with both hands, "I thought that as long as the sword was sharp enough, I could cut everything in the world. But now you let me know that there is It's easy to cut off something with quality, but my sword is still not strong enough if I want to have intangible and qualitative [life force]."

"Yes, your sword is not sharp enough."

Perhaps Naraka's blade is really not sharp enough. Mo Cheng's neck still has some blood vessels and skin glued together, and this adhesion is enough for the Kraken's shell that has reached the [Critical Point] to recover everything. Instantly washed away by the huge deep sea life force and holy light, it disappeared.

"If your sword is sharp enough, how can you transform yourself to accommodate more and sharper swords? How can you simply and ridiculously pursue that unnecessary sharpness and hardness?"

Although the separation of the brain from the body is only for a short moment, it is not without effect. The brain needs time to recover from the temporary lack of blood supply.

The same is true for Naraka, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com's internal organs were blasted into juice, the injury is probably much more serious than that of Mo Cheng. Even if the heart-spine-blood vessels have been superhumanized to form another internal circulatory system, this kind of injury still needs time to recover.

The contact with the first move has already made Mo Cheng understand the limit of Naraka, which is far from the limit of Mo Cheng, "500 times of strengthening the blade is your limit, and it is worthy of praise for being able to hurt me."

Five hundred reinforcements is the limit? Are Mo Cheng's words true or false, or is this just a [spear move] used to attack the opponent's psychology?

But from Naraka's darkened face, it can be seen that Mo Cheng's guess is correct, he [estimated] reached Naraka's limit.

"Next..."

Mo Cheng made a sound like fried beans all over his body, and his figure seemed to have grown in size out of thin air, "The sword from the endless hell? Let me take you back to your hometown!"

"Two moves, can you kill me?

A sword that has been strengthened to the limit is enough to break through dragon scales and physical protection, and the chill at the tip of the sword is a threat called death.

"You should ask yourself, can you survive the next time?"

The flame burned in his heart, burning his blood volume to 30%, and red mist and sparks continuously wafted from his pores, which were evaporated blood.

"Then you have to be careful, I will break through to the sword hero next, and cut you and your life together."

Black and red ominous sword energy ignited all over his body, like a steel meat grinder, whether it was flesh or harder steel, it would be crushed into mud.

"Rely on your poor swordsmanship that failed the exam? Then I really look forward to it."

In an instant, the fist wind and the sword shadow collided again.

battle!