Chapter 22: The Art of Ethnicity

"What sound?" His body suddenly paused slightly, and his internal energy actually started to move with the sound and left control.

This almost broke out.

At this moment, the earth suddenly merged.

"Not good!" He quickly used his internal breath to disperse the strange power, but this delay still did not completely escape, and his legs were actually clamped by the earth.

All of this is because it is not as powerful as the magic weapon: the bloodthirsty magic flute has shown its power. This magic weapon has matured for a while and can be used long ago.

Bloodthirsty Demon Flute: It is not as good as the magic weapon, but can make a slut sound, killing people without realizing it. Of course, it is still very fragile and needs to be watered by blood.

At this time, Boss Duan felt the breath of death. As a third-rate warrior's instinct, he felt that a fatal crisis was approaching.

The ground was very hard, but the boss of the cut-off gold hand broke his weakness after using his ultimate move and strong internal strength exploded again.

Blood oozed from the corner of the mouth, and the meridians were damaged, but the effect was obvious and the surrounding ground was cracked.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...!

From all directions, earth thorns shot out.

Each one is the limit of the knife's performance, and each one consumes ten points of life, and it is completely a life-long effort.

Take your life while you are sick.

boom!

The boss was also ruthless and desperate.

The left hand's ultimate move broke gold and blasted towards the ground.

It brought out the luster of internal strength, and it shook slightly, turning into seven or eight rays of light.

The right hand's ultimate move, smashing gold, instantly blocked the earth thorns from all directions.

The whole body then fell steadily more than ten meters away, and the ground was in chaos.

"So amazing! Is this third-rate?" The audience was obsessed with watching it and was proud, because they were about to break through, as fast as three years, as slow as five years.

The Broken Hand of the Cut Gold was now covered in blood at the corner of his mouth, and he closed his mouth and did not spray it out. It seemed that he was not seriously injured, but in fact he had suffered heavy internal injuries and his internal breath was about to be exhausted.

At this time, the remaining combat power is at most 30%.

Not sure when blood oozed out of his pores all over his body, dyeing his clothes red.

At this time, he already regretted his impulse.

But! That's it.

A sharp look flashed in his eyes. Brother, I have tried my best, I will come to accompany you soon.

"Not bad, not bad!" A mysterious voice sounded.

"I've had a great time having fun, I'll give you this."

A blood light shot towards him, and the boss of the Jin-Chister Bro can dodge with all his strength, but he didn't dodge.

The blood rays penetrated his body.

He is not the stupid Wang Dahan, and he quickly uses little internal energy.

Under one touch.

Suddenly, my mind burst into tears and some memories popped up.

At the same time, the blood light power was blown away by 90%, leaving only 10%.

Bloody Sand Palm?

With a subconscious wave, his hand swelled a little and turned blood-red.

A small achievement of the Blood Sand Palm?

I got the martial arts for no reason, and I got the secret of a small success for no reason?

Based on his knowledge, this is definitely a third-rate martial art. Even if he had been through half his life, he had only obtained the only third-rate martial arts of the Golden Hand, which was not complete, and had extremely strong side effects.

Now that you have this Blood Sand Palm? With your third-rate strength, you can achieve success in at most five years. By then, with your Blood Sand Palm, you can still maintain your third-rate strength. The sequelae of the Golden Hand can be postponed to the onset for at least 20 years.

Although I was also vaguely uneasy, I thought that I was seriously injured before the other party showed up. Why should I plot against an ant like myself?

This is probably the random act of the master. As long as he inspires his internal strength, this mysterious power will be eliminated.

But he didn't know that it was a plot.

The Blood Sand Palm is also one of the demon species in the Demon Field, but it is only a small success at present. As a third-rate warrior, even if he does not deliberately maintain his five-point strength, the moment he contacts, he will be able to instinctively completely disperse the Blood Sand Palm that entered his body.

But Boss Duan only had three points left, so he did not have the instinct to completely destroy it, leaving 10% behind.

And this is a matter of minutes for him to destroy the discharge.

Even so, Boss Duan still felt something was wrong with the instinctive sense of the warrior. Unfortunately, the greed of human nature instinctively made an excuse for himself, making him not willing to give up.

As time goes by, it will become more and more difficult to repel it from the body until it integrates with him.

"Get out! Do you still want spiritual objects?" Xiaodao's voice appeared again, with mockery.

If the other party dares to ask for it, Xiaodao pretends to be generous and deliver it to him.

As long as the other party dares to take it, it will be taken.

But with the blood sand palm incorporating it, it is already a fish that has eaten bait. Is it still far from taking the bait?

As for taking action, I won’t do it anymore. Xiaodao’s life is only less than fifty points left, and it’s the verge of danger.

At the same time, he sighed. If there were hundreds of lives left, it would not be impossible to leave this guy, but now he dare not.

Forget it, fighting and killing is the stupidest way.

"Today I finally saw someone outside, there is someone outside." Che Jin's hand broke the boss and clasped his fists and left directly.

He left without looking back because he understood that the master was just having fun.

I beat myself to death, but the other party has never even been exposed.

How strong is it?

It's bottomless.

In this way, there will naturally be no sneak attack from behind.

"What a pity, I really don't dare to attack." Xiaodao also sighed and glanced at the life he saw.

Then he trembled, terrible.

Damn it, why is it at this time?

At this time, a group of warriors had appeared in the distance.

The reason why they came was that the man in the lead gave them confidence.

Xiaodao also recognized the warriors who were monitoring the place here, the two gangs had the greatest power. One was the backer gang, and the other was these people. The leader was naturally the third-rate warriors.

"Damn it!" The life that was less than fifty o'clock made him unable to rush it.

This time, this person who has no younger brothers and sisters, his parents and others dies here, right?

It doesn't seem furious from afar?

Then it's for this demonic spirit.

"Why are you still stupid? Go and get the reward. You are lucky. You are in a good mood today, so this spiritual object belongs to you."

"Remember! Don't kill innocent people indiscriminately, otherwise you will be killed thousands of miles away."

The sound of the knife sounded again.

There is also a warrior who is not at the peak of the world.

"Don't forget to appease the people."

"Thank you, Master." The man clasped his fists and walked forward with great strides.

I went straight to the center of the Demon Field, in front of the blood-red corn plant.

He hesitated for a moment and grabbed the only corn cob.

Skill: The art of race.

Xiaodao started without hesitation.

He was shocked in an instant because the corn heart inside turned into a white light and penetrated into his body.

Then the entire blood-colored corn stalk actually dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye and turned into ashes.

"Stop! Hand over the treasure." Angry shouts rang out.

This scene happened to be seen by the warriors coming from afar and suddenly became anxious.

The man's face changed and he looked back and complained suddenly.

After observing for so many days, he naturally recognized the group of people. Although he didn't know his name, his third-rate strength was not something he could deal with.

But at this time, the treasure was not a genius treasure that I originally knew and could increase my cultivation, but a more magical treasure.

At this time, he had received some information, which was the treasure, the bloodthirsty magic flute, a very magical object, whose value was incalculable.

So he gritted his teeth and made a decision without hesitation. He quickly fled forward.

He directly exerted his strength to eat.

"Stop! Escape there." As soon as he ran away, the people chased him even more fiercely.
Chapter completed!