Life Simulation: Add Entries Starting From Health Preservation Skills

  Chapter 74 The sword is bloodthirsty, a sword cuts the world, and kills the martial artist!

  clang!

  The Zhanye Knife suddenly came out of its sheath, turned into a red horsetail, and precisely chopped at the tip of the fine steel spear. Sparks scattered and scattered, and a huge buzzing sound came from my ears.

   "What a lot of strength!"

  Feeling the terrifying power transmitted from the blade, Han Zhao shook his wrist slightly.

  Actually, in terms of strength alone, he is no less inferior to a martial artist who trains strength, but Meng Jue's strength still contains domineering strength.

   As far as the strength of a single strand is concerned, Han Zhao is not as good as him.

  However, his reliance has never been just strength. When this domineering strength is transmitted into his body, it is offset by the powerful blood and true energy in his body.

   "Huh?!" Meng Jue's eyes changed, and the 70% powerful blow failed to take down Song Que.

  He used all his strength when he came, and the opponent took a shot at him head-on, and he didn't even move back, so he let go of his strength.

   "Hiss~!"

Meng Jue held the steel spear tightly in both hands, his whole body was surging with energy and blood, and his muscles quickly congested and expanded, making his already strong muscles instantly bulge like rock carvings, and his body swelled even more. His upper body was black. The bunt outfit was blown apart, revealing a body of exaggerated muscles like knives and axes, full of explosive and terrifying power.

   Chasing souls!

  The gun shot out like a dragon, the terrifying power and strength concentrated on the tip of the gun, and the sharp sound of piercing the air seemed to be able to cut through the eardrum.

   Dang Dang Dang Dang!

  Han Zhao saw Meng Jue's exaggerated momentum and wanted to avoid his edge, but found that the strength of the opponent's body expanded greatly, and the speed was not affected at all, but even faster.

  Suddenly suppressed by Meng Jue's series of high-frequency shots, even if he used Chengfeng Kick, he couldn't open the distance.

   Take the soul!

  clang!

  Meng Jue turned his gun around and swiped backwards. Han Zhao couldn't dodge in time, he held a knife in both hands to block, and was retreated ten meters away by the huge shock.

  Buzz buzz!

  As soon as Han Zhao stabilized his figure, the slasher in his hand buzzed, and a wave of excitement continued to pass through.

   "Are you excited too? Don't worry."

Han Zhao murmured in a low voice, he felt the qi and blood surging all over his body, his heart was pounding, and the health-preserving qi in his dantian was like a living thing, sending out bursts of throbbing like a heartbeat, as if there was a raging flame in his body Burning, I really want to vent it.

   Meng Jue saw Song Que was sent flying out, holding a knife and standing still, and felt that he had reached the limit, so he opened his mouth and said:

   "Being able to receive two shots from the old man's full strength, you are also one of the best in the blood training realm. There is still time to surrender!"

  Hearing Meng Jue's voice, Han Zhao was taken aback for a moment, raised his head, his eyes were a bit puzzled:

   "What? You've tried your best?!"

   "Looking for death!" Looking at Song Que's 'surprised' and 'contemptuous' expression, Meng Jue felt that the three corpses jumped violently.

  He is a majestic martial artist who has practiced martial arts for decades, and it is the first time he has been underestimated by a blood-level martial artist.

   "This kid is not an ordinary blood-training martial artist, he has developed his strength!" Meng Jue quickly calmed down, and he did use his full strength in the normal state for the two shots just now.

  The biggest advantage of a martial artist against the blood-training realm is their huge strength. As long as there is physical contact, the martial artist's strength can enter the enemy's body.

   Unless you also use strength to fight, it will be difficult to resist.

  Even if the body is strong enough to be hard-wired, if the strength penetrates the body and hurts the internal organs, no matter what warrior you are, you can't escape death.

"Let you see my full strength!" The true energy in Han Zhao's dantian could no longer be restrained. Under his guidance, it was like a river flowing into a tributary, connecting all the meridians in the body, and sending out Like the sound of rushing waves.

  Under the infusion of true qi, the original scarlet blade glowed with red light, making the Zhanye Dao even more monstrous.

  Shoushen style!

  Meng Jue used the strongest stance that he hadn't used for many years. This was a trick he would only use when he fought against martial arts masters in his early years.

  The surface of the pitch-black spear was covered with a layer of faint blood.

  Meng Jue's muscular arms swelled again, three times as thick as a normal adult.

   This move is bound to kill this kid with a single shot!

   There was a loud bang, and the blood-red long knife collided head-on with the jet-black spear, making a huge sound. The majestic force made both of them shake their bodies, and they were separated immediately.

   "It's dangerous!" Han Zhao looked down at his chest.

   There was a huge gap in the white clothes, almost across the chest, revealing the dark leather armor inside.

   As long as Meng Jue's strength is a little stronger, the spear can pierce the leather armor attached to the iron plate, and then poke the steel plate on the chest.

   tick tock

   tick tock

  Blood dripped continuously from Meng Jue's left arm.

"This is the Duanyue Saber Technique?! Who is Lu Yi to you?" Meng Jue's left arm was **** and fleshy, the wound was about half a foot long, and he showed an unbelievable expression. I suffered a small loss.

   "It seems that your full strength is not as good as mine." Han Zhao chuckled lightly. Although he was relaxed on the surface, he was very careful in his heart. Except that he didn't use the Sword of Rebirth, he almost used his full strength.

   Sure enough, there is not a weak person who can enter the force.

  Buzz buzz!

  The Zhanye Dao trembled again, and a bloodthirsty feeling emerged.

   "You" Meng Jue's face became angry, and he controlled the arm muscles to contract to stop the bleeding.

   "No! Is your knife weird?!" Meng Jue sensed something was wrong, the muscles of his arm had already squeezed the wound into a blood line, but he still couldn't stop the bleeding, and the bleeding continued.

  He panicked.

  Although the wound on the left arm looks scary, it is more than half a foot long, but in fact, as long as it does not hurt the vitals, it is only a skin trauma to the martial arts practitioner, and has little impact on the battle.

   However, once the bleeding could not be stopped, the injury would soon kill him.

   "Is this bloodthirsty?" Han Zhao brought the Zhanye Knife in front of him. When he cut Meng Jue's arm just now, the blade seemed to have absorbed Meng Jue's blood, and now it was so red that it could bleed.

  At this time, a weak energy of blood was fed back from the blade to Han Zhao's body, supplementing part of his consumed blood and physical strength.

   "Huh?!" Han Zhao's eyes changed, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

   Seems to have sensed Han Zhao's surprise, and Zhan Ye Dao also conveyed joy, like a child who has been praised by an adult, and couldn't help but cheer.

   "Good job, I'll let you drink the blood of a martial artist right away."

  Han Zhao clenched the slasher and laughed softly.

  Buzz buzz!

   It seemed that he was dissatisfied with Han Zhao's favoritism, and the unsheathed sword made a trembling sound like a sword.

   It wasn't until Han Zhao stretched out his left hand to hold the hilt that the Sword of Rebirth stopped trembling.

   "Sword Intent?!" Seeing Song Que, who was standing with a knife, seemed to be integrated with the knife, Meng Jue's face revealed a look of horror.

  A martial artist in the blood realm can actually comprehend the meaning of the sword and reach the state of almost oneness of human and sword.

   And his weapon is very wrong.

   It was the first time Meng Jue faced a martial artist whose realm was lower than his own, and he felt timid.

   "As I said, it's hard to say who will spare who." Han Zhao clenched the Sword of Rebirth with his left hand, and his true energy began to gather momentum.

  Although relying on Zhanye Dao should consume energy to kill Meng Jue, after all, this place is not far from Jiulian Town. If it takes too long and another martial arts practitioner comes, he will be in trouble.

  Feeling Han Zhaosen's cold killing intent, Meng Jue's eyes flashed fiercely.

  With an advantage in realm, qi and blood, and strength, he may not lose, and he must not be timid, and make a quick decision!

  Spirit chasing gun·Shoushen three styles!

  Meng Jue gathers the energy and blood of his whole body in his arms, chasing his soul! Take the soul! Keep God! All three styles!

  When he was young, he used this trick to kill martial artists of the same level, and he can do the same now.

  At this moment, when Meng Jue's aura was about to accumulate to the extreme, he suddenly found that Han Zhao moved.

   "噗啷~!"

  The sound of drawing the sword sounded, and Meng Jue felt a sword light whistling like hoarfrost, and in the next second, his sight was covered by blood light.

  Plop!

   "Sword Intent? Saber Intent? Am I dead?" Meng Jue looked at the headless body lying on the ground, with a scarlet long knife stuck in his heart, and blood kept pouring into the blade.

  Master Lian Jin's vitality is extremely strong, even if he was beheaded, he did not die immediately.

  Meng Jue's face was full of fear, puzzlement, doubt and unwillingness.

  Why can a blood-level martial artist be so strong?

  Even a martial artist at the master level dare not say that he will definitely be able to enter the realm of 'intention'. A martial artist at the blood level who comprehended both sword intent and sword intent happened to meet him. Why?

  With unwillingness, Meng Jue closed his eyes forever.

   "Huhu~" Han Zhao panted slightly, most of the zhenqi in his body disappeared at once, and a feeling of emptiness emerged, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

  Looking at the blood-drinking knife, he quickly squatted down to touch the corpse.

   As a result, only one thousand taels were obtained.

  【Lianjin Martial Artist is really rich, so he can kill a few more, in fact he also has money】

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"Oh shit!"

   PS: I have finished writing without breaking a chapter, I am going to fetch water, please ask for a monthly pass to comfort me.

  (end of this chapter)