The strongest starting system

Chapter 898 Killing Morik

"I opened a hole in the saint's leg. I poured a big mouthful of blood. The taste of the blood is really delicious, and it is rich in vitality. It is a great tonic. Later, the saint was imprisoned in an extremely cold water prison. , I went in and borrowed some of her blood."

"It's just that, at that time, the cultivation base of the saint was almost useless, and the blood no longer had that delicious and mellow smell."

Molik was still remembering, but he didn't realize that Zhao Wushuang's expression had changed.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Zhao Wushuang and said with a chuckle: "Just now I tasted a little bit of your blood splashed in the air, and the taste seems to be a bit like that of a saint. I will taste it later. It is so delicious. Can't miss it."

Zhao Wushuang's facial expression didn't change much, but his murderous intent was already overwhelming.

Perhaps Morik licked a little of his blood and recalled the past.

But that is not important anymore, because with him, Molik has already been sentenced to death.

No matter who it was, as long as he hurt his mother, he would definitely die.

Morik spread his claws, sharp nails pierced through like steel knives, and thick blood mist evaporated behind him, which was the expression of the ultimate physical cultivation.

"I know you haven't exerted your full strength yet. Let me see how strong a human body can be. I will let you know how terrifying orcs are."

Every half-orc will call himself an orc, not a nondescript half-orc.

The fangs in Molik's mouth had also elongated, and he used the talent of the half-orc.

The opponent was ready to go, but Zhao Wushuang's body was slowly relaxing.

If he still had the idea of ​​suppressing his strength and fighting the opponent before, it is completely unnecessary now.

In his eyes, Morik was already a dead man.

Molik also found Zhao Wushuang's slackness, and couldn't help being very angry.

"Are you looking down on me?"

With a roar, his claws tore through the air, and the blood behind him turned into two guillotines, and the king came with him.

In Zhao Wushuang's body, the pure white energy gradually dissipated, followed by the call of the demon god.

In his pupils, the dark lotus gradually emerged.

There is nothing to hide under the gaze of his pupils.

The bloody long knife pierced through the twilight and merged with the evening sun cast from the sky, talking endlessly with a frightening momentum.

Many people sighed in their hearts. It seems that the battle of the first genius of the outer sect is coming to an end.Because looking at Zhao Wushuang, it seems that he has given up resistance,

"Haha, this king is the strongest body training king, let's die."

puff.

As if a sharp weapon penetrated the flesh, a crisp and clear voice came out.

The bloody mist knife gradually dissipated, and the fat man under the stage covered his eyes and dared not look at it.

What he was afraid of seeing was Zhao Wushuang who had been stabbed through the stomach with a knife.

But there seemed to be no movement around, the fat man quietly narrowed his fingers, and then looked over.

The slanting light at dusk casts long shadows in the wide open space.

The shadow was made up of two people, but one of them had both feet off the ground.

Tick, tick.

Blood dripped on the ground, and the smell of blood gradually permeated.

Fatty finally saw the final result of the battle.

Zhao Wushuang stood there motionless, he stretched out his hand, grabbed Molik by the throat, and lifted him in the air.

And the blood mist long knife, which was omnipotent, pierced through Molik's body.

Zhao Wushuang lifted Molik, who was twice as burly as him, with one hand. This scene was particularly dazzling under the radiance of the setting sun.

Such a strange scene fell in the eyes of everyone, and it was naturally jaw-dropping.

Morik lowered his head and looked at his pierced chest, his face full of disbelief.

In the blink of an eye, he who originally had the upper hand was defeated by the opponent with a single blow.

He didn't even know how Zhao Wushuang made the move.

"you……"

Zhao Wushuang's expression remained extremely calm.

Vicious killing intent emerged from Molik's ferocious face.

"No one can beat me... No one, just wait... I will kill you with my own hands and make you into a pot of broth."

Zhao Wushuang was indifferent to this threat, he slowly approached Molik's ear, and said, "Didn't you say that my blood smells very special, give you a chance, do you want to know who I am?"

Morik was taken aback.

Zhao Wushuang's words made him unable to react.

But when he thought about it for a while, his face suddenly changed.

"It seems that you guessed it. Yes, I am the son of the former saint. Are you surprised or surprised?"

Zhao Wushuang smiled faintly.

Molik's expression at this moment can't be described as surprise and surprise, it was like a bolt from the blue.

He turned his head subconsciously, wanting to convey this message to his master Hei Long.

It's just that Zhao Wushuang won't give him this chance.

"Dirty orc, I send you back to hell."

The flames ignited, and the original power of the Phoenix True Fire merged with Zhao Wushuang's fist, directly piercing through Molik's head. Even though he had the invincible body of a half-orc, he was as fragile as the Phoenix True Fire. A thin sheet of paper!
The inside of Phoenix True Fire contained a demon seed, the breath of real fire shielded the fluctuation of the demon seed, and sent it into Molik's body.

Before the rest of the people had time to react from this extremely uncoordinated scene, they saw Zhao Wushuang smashing Molik's head with a punch.

This time, not only the spectators around, but even the elders in high positions above the stands also got their seats.

Although the Qinglian Sacred Code advocates competition among disciples, it is definitely not at the cost of life.

When the black dragon got up, a monstrous aura burst out, covering the entire audience.

"Wu Shuang."

The roar of the black dragon was like a howling wind, making everyone breathless.

His proud disciple was killed in public, and the anger in his heart had reached its peak.

With a wave of the magic dragon's sleeve robe, the long dark river paved a road in the sky, and he stepped on the dark river directly to the center of the ring.

Behind him were Jin Wudi Lin Qiuyun, Nangong Wentian and others.

"Elder Black Dragon, don't do anything now, it won't be too late to punish him after we find out the reason of the matter."

Nangong Wentian stopped in front of the black dragon and persuaded him.

He is well aware of Heilong's temper, if he is allowed to pass by, then Zhao Wushuang will definitely die.

Lin Qiuyun and Jin Wudi looked at each other, and they both understood what the other meant.

Zhao Wushuang has already shown his endless potential, and he will definitely be an amazing and brilliant figure in the future. As friends of Zhuge Xuanji, they must keep the descendants of Jingyun's lineage.

So the two also quietly appeared on the black dragon's only way.

The scene suddenly became out of control.

"Get out of the way." The voice of the black dragon was as cold as ten thousand years of cold iron.

Nangong Wentian said: "Elder Black Dragon, if this son really did it on purpose, I will definitely capture him and hand him over to you."

The black dragon's palm had gathered a brutal strength, it seemed that he didn't intend to listen to Nangong Wentian's persuasion.

(End of this chapter)