I cast eternal life with the seeds of Tao

In the dense forest, the fat black man and the young man with the eagle nose who was ready to go were all shocked when they saw Zhao Heng's fighting power.

From the beginning to the end of this menial assessment, they had never fought with Zhao Heng.

The only information about Zhao Heng they got was what Deacon Liu had told them before, that Zhao Heng had reached the sixth level of the Body Tempering Realm a month ago.

Although Zhao Heng had shown his skills and killed five people in a row before, the two attributed it to the effects of lime and tendon softening powder, and still did not take Zhao Heng's strength seriously.

Unexpectedly, the strength Zhao Heng burst out at this moment was far beyond their expectations.

Such amazing strength and speed, I am afraid, can only be achieved by a warrior of the ninth level of the Body Tempering Realm.

But how could he improve from the sixth level of the Body Tempering Realm to the ninth level in just one month?

They naturally did not know that Zhao Heng's real cultivation was actually the eighth level of the Body Tempering Realm, and he had just broken through last night.

It was just that the perfectly transformed Qingsong Jue made Zhao Heng's blood and qi much stronger than those of the same level warriors, and the strength he showed was the same as that of the ninth level warriors of the Tempering Body Realm.

Since he had started, Zhao Heng would not explain much.

The blood and qi in his body circulated to the extreme, and the perfect circulation of Qingsong Jue continued to accelerate. His offensive became more and more fierce, and the fat black man was a little overwhelmed.

"Spiritual Wind Palm!"

The man shouted in a low voice, and turned his fists into palms, and his palms blasted out alternately, with a faint whistling of strong wind, as fast as lightning.

At this critical moment, the fat black man did not care about the loss of blood and qi, and directly performed a set of ordinary low-level martial arts.

Although he had just started this set of martial arts, he could still take advantage of the same level warriors who had not practiced martial arts.

It was a pity that Zhao Heng did not indulge him at all.

"Stone Splitting Fist!"

Zhao Heng suddenly clenched his fists, stepped on the ground with both feet, as if rooted in the earth, and punched like a landslide!

"Bang...!"

The fists and palms collided head-on, and a dull explosion broke out. Zhao Heng's body remained motionless.

However, the fat black man's palm was like being electrocuted. His body staggered backwards, his face flushed, and he felt that the blood in his body was almost overturned by a huge force.

After a successful strike, Zhao Heng's second punch with great force came after him and hit the opponent's throat.

The fat black man's pupils shrank, and fear appeared in his eyes.

At this time, a figure flashed.

"Heart-breaking Claw!"

It was the eagle-nosed young man who made the move.

The sharp claws like a knife grabbed, and the power was even stronger than the fat black man's spiritual wind palm.

"Bang!"

The fists and claws collided, and Zhao Heng's body shook, and five blood marks appeared on his fists, which was a bit painful.

The eagle-nosed young man was shocked by this punch and retreated several steps. His five fingers twitched and his whole arm was numb.

In the previous blow, he felt as if he had grabbed a hard rock with his claws, and his finger bones were almost broken.

"How could this happen? The Stone-Splitting Fist used by this guy is also a low-level martial art of the ordinary grade. How could it be so powerful? Could it be that he has cultivated to the realm of minor success?"

It's no wonder that the young man with the eagle nose guessed so. After all, he could never have thought of it in his dreams.

Zhao Heng has upgraded the Stone-Splitting Fist to the middle level of the ordinary grade. The grade and power are incomparable to the original version.

"Together, we must kill him!"

At this moment, the young man with the eagle nose was not just for the order of Deacon Liu.

If Zhao Heng was not killed today, even if he was not killed by him, he would have a deadly feud with such a sinister and cruel person, and he would probably have nightmares even when he slept in the future.

The next moment, the black fat man and the young man with the eagle nose attacked together.

One of them swung his palm like a gust of wind, and the other waved his claws like a razor, one on the left and one on the right.

Facing the attack from two people, Zhao Heng's eyes flashed, and he did not retreat but advanced, and his Stone-Splitting Fist brought a strong wind and whistled to meet them.

Although Zhao Heng would have delusions and anxiety, and always worried that someone would persecute him, this did not mean that he was cowardly.

On the contrary, in order to eliminate these anxieties, he could do whatever it took to kill these "evil men" who were threatening him!

The three of them fought in one place in an instant.

Facing the siege of two ninth-level body-tempering masters, Zhao Heng's blood and qi were running at full speed, and his fists were opened left and right, pushing the Stone-Splitting Fist to the extreme, using the fierce power of the fist to resolve the numerous and tricky attacks of the two.

For a while, the three of them fought hard, and Zhao Heng fought one against two, but he actually resisted the attacks of the two.

At this moment, the power of the modified Qingsong Jue and the Stone-Splitting Fist was fully exerted.

The perfect version of Qingsong Jue is not only more powerful than the original version, but also shortens the path of blood circulation by several times.

This means that Zhao Heng's internal breath circulation is several times faster than that of ordinary people, and his breath is long and rich.

In contrast, the black fat man and the eagle-nosed young man have to breathe from time to time during the fierce battle, which allows Zhao Heng to deal with the attacks of both of them at the same time.

The power of the Stone Splitting Fist is even more needless to say, and Zhao Heng found that the modification of the Stone Splitting Fist seemed to be modified by the Dao Seed Dice according to his own situation.

The original fierce boxing method of the native attribute, under his full exertion, actually has a hint of endless and continuous charm.

It perfectly matches the Qingsong Jue in the body, and the power is once again raised to a higher level.

The two of them worked together, but they still couldn't beat Zhao Heng.

What's worse is that the two found that the toxicity of the soft tendon powder that they forcibly suppressed with the power of qi and blood has begun to backfire, making their bodies a little soft.

As one grows and the other shrinks, the situation of the two is already very bad.

At this time, Zhao Heng suddenly reached out, took out two handfuls of powder from his left and right pockets, and punched.

The powder in his left fist was hot and dazzling, it was a handful of quicklime, and the powder in his right fist was colorless and odorless, but it was a very toxic muscle softening powder.

Relying on the goggles and wet face towel he brought, Zhao Heng spread the poison recklessly.

But it was hard for the eagle-nosed young man and the black fat man, they couldn't hide or receive, they were so depressed that they almost vomited blood.

Feeling their bodies getting softer and weaker, the poison could no longer be suppressed, the two finally felt fear and wanted to escape.

However, it was too late, their feet were weak, and they couldn't run fast at all.

At this moment, Zhao Heng was like a hunter who was closing the net, and he attacked suddenly.

He didn't waste energy using the stone-splitting fist, he drew out the black gold leopard head knife from his waist and rushed forward, slashing the neck of each of them with a knife.

Looking at the two people who were completely dead, Zhao Heng wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh... I finally killed you."

In order to deal with the crisis in today's assessment, Zhao Heng rushed to the eighth level of body tempering overnight, and left many back-ups.

Including at the Merit Hall, he spent a lot of black crystals to buy items such as blood spirit wood and beast repellent liquid.

Although it was painful, fortunately, all those who wanted to harm him were killed, and now he can finally rest assured.

"No... and Liu Hong, only when he disappears forever can I be completely relieved!"

Zhao Heng muttered to himself, and did not dare to stay there for a long time. He first used corpse powder to deal with all the bodies of the seven people present.

Then he quickly took away all their belongings, packages, and the full bag of "beast ears".

I don't know if it was a psychological effect. In the process of cleaning up the spoils, Zhao Heng always felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at him in the dark, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

But Zhao Heng did not react abnormally to this.

After collecting the spoils and cleaning up the scene, he immediately moved and moved deeper into the dense forest.

After walking out for about a few miles, the feeling of being spied on still existed.

Zhao Heng frowned, walked straight to a big tree, pulled out the black gold leopard head knife, dug a hole in the ground, and stuffed a package on his body into the hole.

While busying himself, he was talking to himself.

"I killed all these people. If I take their things out, it will be troublesome once I am discovered. It is better to bury the things here first. It will not be too late to come back to get them after the assessment is over."

Zhao Heng carefully buried the package, and then gently pressed it with a round stone slab to cover and mark it.

After doing all this, Zhao Heng seemed to have accomplished a great task and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

And just at the moment when his body relaxed.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh...!"

In the dense forest behind him, three cold lights shot out at the same time, directly attacking Zhao Heng's back of the head, neck and tail vertebrae.

These three cold lights were extremely fast and at a tricky angle. In an instant, they attacked Zhao Heng several feet behind him, making it almost impossible to avoid!