Swire saint

Chapter 64 Blood God Art
"Shua!"Zhang Jianwen rushed towards Zhang Haotian with one step, and his huge fist slammed down on Zhang Haotian's body.

Zhang Haotian's expression was serious, and his mental strength was fully released, looking for flaws in Zhang Jianwen's body.But this time, he was a little disappointed. With Zhang Jianwen's strength soaring, Zhang Haotian didn't have many loopholes to take advantage of.

Facing Zhang Jianwen's powerful punch, Zhang Haotian did not choose to fight recklessly.The body suddenly moved sideways one meter.Can barely avoid.

"Boom!" An explosion sounded.

Zhang Jianwen's punch made a big crater one meter square where Zhang Haotian was just now.The whole arena shook violently.

Zhang Jianwen sneered as he missed the blow.The body swept up like a flying swallow, and rushed towards Zhang Haotian.

"Shu!" "Shu!" "Shu!"

Zhang Jianwen didn't give Zhang Zekai any chance to breathe, and punched Zhang Haotian three more times.

These three punches were as powerful as a broken bamboo, and as the air flow surged, the three punches bombarded Zhang Haotian's body like a shooting star.

Zhang Haotian released his spiritual sense again.The release of mental power consumed his soul power extremely, and he didn't dare to use it excessively, but Zhang Haotian couldn't care about it at the moment.The mental power spread out in all directions like a spider's web.

In that thousandth of a second, Zhang Haotian's spiritual sense finally discovered a flaw in Zhang Jianwen's body, although the flaw was very small.But as long as you catch it, even the smallest flaw can be fatal.

Zhang Haotian used the power of his physical body and cultivation to the limit.With his eyes fixed, the veins on his fist were full of anger, and he slammed into Zhang Jianwen without dodging or avoiding a punch.

"Come on!" Zhang Haotian shouted.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Zhang Haotian blocked Zhang Jianwen's two punches.The whole person was knocked back seven or eight steps, and every punch sent a violent force into Zhang Haotian's body. Fortunately, Zhang Haotian's physical fitness is very strong, so he forced himself to suppress the energy that rushed into his body.

"See how you receive my third punch!"

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Jianwen caught up with Zhang Haotian, and the third punch landed on him with sweeping force.

"Die to me!" A ferocious look appeared on Zhang Jianwen's face.

"Not necessarily!" Zhang Haotian snorted.

After Zhang Haotian's voice fell, he found that his shot missed.Zhang Haotian disappeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.Even Zhang Jianwen didn't know how Zhang Haotian disappeared in front of him.

"Break it for me!"

Zhang Haotian's body appeared behind Zhang Jianwen like a ghost.

"Black Tiger Fist..."

The power of the Black Tiger Fist that has reached the realm of transformation has long been out of the original category.Extremely scary.A huge phantom of a fierce tiger with eye-catching eyes appeared behind Zhang Haotian all the time.

The two fist shadows rolled up a powerful air current and slammed on Zhang Jianwen's body.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Zhang Jianwen was repelled seven or eight steps by Zhang Haotian's two blows. "

"Wow!" Zhang Jianwen knelt down on one knee.Couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing that Zhang Jianwen was injured, Zhang Haotian was overjoyed and wanted to follow up.Suddenly, Zhang Jianwen stood up from the ground.The aura that was about to weaken suddenly rose again, and slowly began to recover.Although the speed was not fast, the injuries caused by Zhang Haotian's two blows just now had stabilized.

"Zhang Haotian, although these two blows of yours are powerful, they are not enough to defeat me. I have rock blood in my body, and I am the strongest. You will always be an ant in front of my eyes... Now I want to make you fear and despair ..."

Zhang Jianwen stepped towards Zhang Haotian's place step by step.With every step he takes, the aura on his body becomes stronger.A domineering aura emanated from him.

"Young Master Jianwen has such a terrifying aura. Could this be the power of the blood in the legend?"

"It seems that Zhang Haotian is finished, Mr. Jianwen's blood is too strong..."

"Yeah... At first I thought that Zhang Haotian would be able to fight back, but in the end Mr. Jianwen was the better one! Zhang Haotian, the dark horse, has come to an end here. Fortunately, this is the case. Otherwise, I would have spent so many gold coins to buy Mr. Jianwen to win. Must go bankrupt..."

The audience under the stands began to discuss in a hurry. At this moment, naturally no one is optimistic about Zhang Haotian.

"Really? Let me, an ant, defeat you, the myth of the younger generation of the Zhang family!" Zhang Haotian waved his hand, and the long sword around his waist appeared in his hand.

"The sword is only released now? It's too late..."

Zhang Jianwen sneered, waved his hand, and the blood-red palm shot down on Zhang Haotian's body.

"Central Palm!"

It was also a centrifugal palm, but Zhang Jianwen used the power of blood, and the power of this palm was several times stronger than before.The surrounding air trembled violently, filled with blood.The air is suffocating.

Zhang Haotian looked at Zhang Jianwen, who was slapping him with a palm, with a solemn expression. The strength of his whole body had already reached its limit, and his true energy poured into the long sword in his hand like a tidal wave.

"Hoo!" "Hoo!"

At some point, a violent gust of wind blew up around the arena, like an angry dragon hovering around Zhang Haotian.

"The first of the seven moves of the Heavenly Sword, the ultimate slash against the sky"

"boom!"

An extremely terrifying murderous aura erupted from Zhang Haotian's body. The extremely powerful power made his aura instantly increase ten times.At this moment, Zhang Haotian seemed to be an indomitable god.

Behind Zhang Haotian stood a black phantom, standing proudly in the sky.

"What martial art is this?"

Everyone present was taken aback.No one had ever seen such a terrifying sword move.Zhang Yanwu's expression was extremely gloomy, and there was a icy killing intent on his body, as if he would strike at any time.

"brush!"

After Zhang Haotian's murderous intent reached its peak, he finally made his first strike.This is sword energy condensed from murderous intent.The sword energy tore through the void and fell towards Zhang Jianwen.

"Beat me!"

Zhang Jianwen's eyes showed murderous intent, and his figure shot out like lightning.Shoot out with one palm.

The blood-red palm quickly grew in the void, and with a domineering killing intent, it struck Zhang Haotian violently.

Zhang Haotian's expression was extremely solemn.

There are seven swords in total in the Heaven-Defying Killing Slash. With Zhang Haotian's current strength, he can easily use the Seven Heaven-Defying Killing Swords.

"A sword!"

A sword with a killing intent slashed across the void, and landed fiercely on the blood-red palm shadow.

Although he didn't break Zhang Jianwen's centrifugal palm, his attack trembled slightly.

Immediately afterwards, the second sword and the third sword followed.

Every sword is split.The phantom of the demon god behind Zhang Haotian became more solid.

Until Zhang Haotian's fifth sword fell.

"boom!"

The void was shaking, and the bloody palm shadow was suppressed by Zhang Haotian's sword energy, as if it would collapse at any time.

Zhang Jianwen's offensive is about to collapse, and the bloody palm print is at the end of its strength.

"No! I won't lose, Zhang Haotian, you forced me."

There was a trace of firmness in Zhang Jianwen's eyes, and he made a mysterious handprint with one hand, and then spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Blood God Art!"

Zhang Jianwen's aura instantly returned to its peak state.The bloody palm print stabilized again, and continued to cover Zhang Haotian.

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