Immortal Martial God

"Yes." Can't cry or laugh of scold a way: "this kid, unexpectedly so fierce, why at the beginning don't use this kind of terrible martial arts, have to wait until now."

Black sickle shook his head thoughtfully and said, "it's not that simple. Haven't you noticed? It seems that his martial arts can only be used when he is on the verge of death or extremely weak. "

"The premise of using this kind of martial arts is very dangerous. If it's one step less from the dying state, it can't meet the conditions of releasing martial arts. If it's one step more, it's really dead. He has to walk on the edge of life and death."

"So much trouble?" The setting sun is grinning.

"It's so strong." Black sickle squints at Xiang Nan's back.

He was impressed by Xiang Nan's personality charm, but what he didn't expect was that Xiang Nan, a sunny man who always smiles, even has such amazing fighting power.

"Well." The setting sun is also serious, way: "really very strong, I have not seen such a strong man."

"Before today, I always thought that you and blue sky were the most powerful people in the sky. It turned out to be him."

Xiang Nan, only the last 50 meters from the flagpole.

He wanted to sprint, but he didn't dare.

He has been haunted by six ghosts, but no one comes up to let him kill him, so he has no new life to raise ghosts. If he rushes past, he will consume more power of the underworld.

There is no one to eat. Maybe the next one is Xiang Nan.

In fact, the ghosts on Xiang Nan's body have begun to wander. They may be sucked back by the cracks at any time.

At this time, in the drunken building, the sixth master clapped the table angrily: "no one can stop him!"

"A bunch of shit! It's all rubbish

"Bayonet team, up!"

In zuihua street, Xiangnan is only 30 meters away from the flagpole. The huge knife drags on the ground and sparks are produced.

And just ahead, suddenly came out a column of momentum introverted, steady footed people.

These people are all dressed in black cloaks, and their faces are covered in shadow. In each hand, they are holding a narrow two meter long knife.

The long sword is only two fingers wide and very narrow. It is a typical weapon type that only seeks for killing efficiency, not momentum.

There are only 12 people in this row, all of them are martial Saint Liuzhong.

But their momentum is quite different from those who intercepted Xiang Nan before.

After seeing these people, the onlookers all covered their mouths for fear that they would make a little noise and annoy the sixth master.

Because everyone knows that these black robed people are not the warriors of the miscellaneous guild at all!

They are the generals cultivated by LiuYe!

This has broken the rules. The most important thing is that the wuzhe sent by various guilds must deal with Xiang Nan.

The sixth master, however, does not belong to a certain guild power.

But who dares to say such a thing?

Xiang Nan's steps did not decrease, but the corner of his mouth opened an evil arc.

His mouth, still with the breath, and kept exhaling the ghost gas.

The twelve men were also silent. At the same time, they drew out their long narrow knives, and everyone began to bleed.

Blood evaporates in the air and turns into blood gas, which envelops every black robed warrior.

Blood sacrifice is not a kind of martial arts, but a means to enhance strength. Xiang Nan has seen several kinds of blood sacrifice, and he knows what it means.

The realm of those twelve people began to grow wildly!

Wusheng six heavy medium, late, big late!

Wusheng Qizhong!

Seven heavy medium-term, late, big late!

Wusheng Bazhong!

Eight heavy medium, late, big late!

Wusheng jiuzhong!

Twelve black robed martial arts, even three small realm! It has reached the Ninth level of wusheng.

In this way, they are equal to everyone, and they are higher than Xiang Nan!

This has completely exceeded the limit of Xiang Nan.

"Cheating!" "This is cheating!" the setting sun said angrily

But no one answered, not even the sickle.

It's not cheating. Those black robed martial artists are wusheng Liuzhong. They use their own means to temporarily improve their level, which is also a kind of personal strength.

"Xiang Nan, these people are dying." Big snake said in Xiang Nan's heart: "it seems that their blood sacrifice can only be promoted to a small level, but they are forced to upgrade to three levels, so no matter win or lose, after this fight, they will all dry up and die."

"That damned sixth master, it's clear that he's going to mess with you."

The triple small realm of wusheng, especially the triple small realm in the later period of wusheng! Is that for fun.

At this moment, the twelve black robed warriors, with the determination to die, moved.

Come on! It's too fast!The twelve people turned into twelve shadows, flashing towards Xiang Nan.

The so-called shadow is relative to Xiang Nan himself. Only Xiang Nan and black sickle can see the twelve people. Apart from the two of them, the audience can't see where the twelve people are.

In the eyes of outsiders, those twelve people have disappeared out of thin air!

"Well done." Xiang Nan licked his lips and shocked his body.

Seven ghosts!

The seventh ghost finally crawled out and landed on Xiang Nan before the other six ghosts were about to return to the underworld.

At that moment, Xiang Nan's right hand disappeared.

In the air, there was a clanging crash.

Twelve people speed too fast, fast naked eye is difficult to see, and Xiang Nan's right hand is actually the same fast! Fast is no shadow.

But black sickle saw it. He saw Xiang Nan blocking every black robed warrior's attack with almost perfect angle!

But those who are in black robes are too high after all.

Xiang Nan in blocking the attack, but he was hit flying around.

But in flight, he still accurately judged the enemy's attack route.

"He can't hold on." Setting sun road.

Black sickle shook his head and said, "he really can't hold on. Every time he blocks the enemy's attack, he will have a serious impact on himself."

"But I don't know why. I always feel that things are not so simple. He should not have to fight with the enemy. With his fighting consciousness, he can avoid the enemy's attack, but he doesn't have it."

"I think he's waiting for something, or an opportunity."

On the battlefield.

Xiang Nan lowered his head, his body was bumped to the left and right, but his right hand still quickly made a block action.

Twelve warriors launched a series of indiscriminate bombing around Xiangnan, but they realized a serious problem. They were extremely high, but they could not break Xiangnan's weapons and arms in a short time.

For a moment, twelve people exchanged their eyes and formed a column!

At the last moment of life, twelve people push vigorous Qi into eleven people, the eleventh into the tenth, the tenth into the ninth, the eighth, the fifth and the first!

This belongs to that one warrior forcibly infuses his vigorous Qi into another warrior's body, but his vigorous Qi waves like fingerprints, which are not exactly the same.

The warrior can't really accept others' vigorous Qi perfectly. If he accepts it by force, there will be only one end, that is, Linghai and meridians are seriously damaged or even destroyed.

But the twelve were not afraid. They had been sent to death and wanted to die with Xiang Nan.

At that time, an incredible horror Gang Qi, condensed to the first person's body!

Also at this moment, Xiang Nan laughed.

His right hand trembled, and the two palms merged into a larger black light palm.

"Two hands."

Xiang Nan said lightly. In the drunken building, the sixth master suddenly stood up and exclaimed: "the middle level martial arts of Taoist goods!"