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Chapter 457 The Art of Sacrifice and Killing (Subscribe)

However, Meng Zhao also had no intention of flattering the tavern cook, with a slight smile on his face covered under the coarse cloth, he said,
"Since you know you are not my opponent, let's back down.

I'm not a bloodthirsty person, I just want to get some news from this proprietress, that's all. "

However, his promise could not impress the three of them, because he had acted too rascally and aggressively before, teasing them one after another. How could such a person believe what he said?
Xu Duo was silent, the saber in his hand had been shattered, and it cannot be said that all his strength was lost, but he failed to understand that it was inevitable that he would have difficulty in performing martial arts without a saber in his hand and with a saber in his heart.

Without waiting for him to speak, Xiao Nan, who was born as a killer and assassin, looked at the proprietress very nostalgicly and gloomyly, and then rushed towards Meng Zhao resolutely.

During the impact, everyone present could clearly see some abnormal changes in his body.

A faint mist of blood wafted from his body surface, his arms, legs, chest and back all seemed to be stuffed with rags, suddenly thickened, strengthened, and expanded.

Compared with the original inconspicuous figure, he instantly transformed into a mighty and strong burly man.

His aura is also extremely high and tragic, which is even worse than the sword stabbed out by stimulating the potential of life. It simply explodes all the energy in the whole person, like a meteor rushing through the night. Come.

Meng Zhao still couldn't see what kind of secret martial art this man was using.

Zhu'er, who was standing behind him all the time, watching Lu Haochun's eyes widened, exclaimed involuntarily,
"Sacrifice!"

The three words fell into Meng Zhao's ears clearly and unmistakably, making him instantly think of this famous suicide technique.

This martial art can be traced back to the Wuliang Temple, one of the top ten sects in the world during the Tang Dynasty. It was created by an eminent monk in the temple.

Originally, the attribute is mediocre, but through the unique exercise method, in the battle, the combat power can be continuously improved.

Until the battle is over, or the person performing this skill cannot withstand the heavy pressure and bursts to death.

Afterwards, the remnants of this work fell into the Jianghu martial arts world, and gradually deleted, added, and subtracted, and refined the essentials, forming a unique art that specifically stimulates the human body's potential and explodes combat power, that is, the tactic of sacrificing one's life.

Usually, they are cultivated by dead soldiers and cannon fodder supported by wealthy families and martial arts gangs. They are equivalent to human bombs in modern society, which is very terrifying.

And this skill is the same as general martial arts, that is, the higher one's own martial arts is, the stronger the explosive power will be after using it.

Judging from the assassin's skills, the power of the sacrifice tactic he used was enough to threaten Meng Zhao's life.

It was too late to dodge, and he couldn't dodge, otherwise Zhu'er and Lu Haochun behind him would undoubtedly die.

Meng Zhao didn't think that he could do anything to him just by using the sacrificing formula.

After all, no matter how powerful he is, he will not become innate combat power in a single leap, and as long as he is not innate, does he need to be afraid?

I saw him let out a long howl, his aura surged, and his whole temperament changed drastically, as if he was no longer a person, but a dragon, a real dragon that roamed the nine heavens, crossed the four seas, and had endless majesty.

Between the rabbit rising and the falcon falling, he was already facing the little servant Xiaonan who was spraying bloody heat all over his body.

The two collided like the most ferocious and top-notch carnivores in the jungle, and a fierce battle erupted where sparks hit the earth.

Meng Zhao clenched his fists with both hands, opening and closing his moves, showing masculinity and bravery without any weakness or retreat. His fist strength was like huge mountains pressing down from the sky, full of stagnant explosive power and oppressive feeling.

Not only that, although Chilong Jin has dragon strength, it still has the dominance of Chiqiling's burning sky and boiling seas. The incomparable fiery strength surged out from the wind of Meng Zhao's fist. After a while, the whole room has become scorching hot In summer, people are sweating profusely.

Xiao Nan, the assassin who was fighting against Meng Zhao, also punched like a gust of wind, powerful and heavy. He completely gave up defense and poured all his strength, spirit, and will into his fists. His only thought was to kill the enemy in front of him.

After exercising the Sacrificial Art, his skill increased explosively, and he suppressed the pain and discomfort caused by being on the verge of the limit before, so he behaved extremely fiercely and fiercely, completely aiming to perish together.

As I said before, what Xiaonan is really good at is not actually swordsmanship, it's just appearance.

What he is really good at is the killing technique, what is the killing technique?Those who can kill can be counted in this list.

Swords, knives, even a toothpick, a strand of hair are fine, and fists are of course no exception.

The two fought fast, fought fiercely, punched to the flesh, and within a very short period of time, they made a crackling sound like setting off firecrackers, and the strong wind was like continuous waves, which made everyone's eyes blurred. I can't see the strength of the fist at all, and the figure in the shadow of the fist.

Such a fiery and exciting collision made the blood of everyone present soar, it was too fierce and fierce.

The speed of the fight between the two has accelerated, and the speed of winning and losing is not slow.

It was only during the eighth breath of the fight that a figure withdrew from the circle covered by the shadow of the fist with a bang, hit a wooden wine stool with a huff, and rolled over and over again, only then did it stop the decline.

Everyone looked, it was Xiaonan, the servant of the tavern.

He was blown back by the force of the fist, and rolled several times in a row. His body was dirty, but he seemed to be okay. He jumped up and stood up, and took two steps forward. His mighty, taller and stronger body still seemed full of strength.

However, just as he was taking the third step, the whole person suddenly became motionless.

It can only be seen that the blood mist that originally lingered outside Xiaonan's body disappeared, and the whole person, like a balloon that was punctured, returned to its original body shape from a mighty and tall posture in a very short period of time.

No, strictly speaking, it is thinner than before.

Moreover, what makes people feel frightened and uncomfortable is that in a very short period of time, his exposed flesh seems to be cut open with a knife from the inside, one by one, two, three...

Streams of crimson blood emerged from countless openings and drained quickly.

Looking at it again, this person has no life breath, only a pair of eyes, and he is still looking forward, like a fighter who will never give in, fail to achieve his goal, and never give up.

"Xiao Nan!"

The proprietress of the tavern let out a cry of pain, with tears welling up in her eyes, she jumped out, and came to Xiaonan's side in a few steps, leaning the crumbling corpse against her, with a distressed expression on her face.

The tavern cook Xu Duo watched this scene silently, and a sense of depression and sadness spread out.

He knew Xiao Nan very well, and knew that this was the last thing Xiao Nan could do for Qingniang.

At the same time, Xu Duo once again set his sights on Meng Zhao.

This person's condition is still unprecedentedly good, but his breathing is slightly short, but he has not suffered any injuries.

Is he really a martial artist in the acquired realm?

Why can it be so strong?
(End of this chapter)