"You have a big appetite."

Zhang Tu seemed to have completely put down his guard, inserted the sharp knife into the waist belt, and took another step forward.

The distance between the two was only more than two feet long, but the hero did not retreat this time.

"My mother said that men are greedy for all sides."

"Then has your mother told you how capable you are and how big a bowl of rice you have?"

Zhang Tu tried to take another step.

The hero spread his hands: "I am better than all night owls and secretly spys. Are you not qualified to have a meal with Brother Zhang?"

"In terms of ability, you are absolutely qualified." Zhang Tu nodded, "It's just a pity..."

When talking about the ending sound of the word "Xi", his strong body had already arrived in front of the hero like an arrow from a string.

"So stupid!"

His expression was ferocious, and his big hand, like a palm fan, clenched into a fist, and slammed hard at the hero's head.

If he was crushed, even the hardest head would turn into a rotten watermelon.

So, the hero raised his arm and grabbed his fist in an instant.

"It's a pity to be a butcher with a fifth-grade cultivation level."

Zhang Tu looked shaking, withdrew his fist, and at the same time, he pulled out the sharp knife behind his waist with his other hand and scratched the hero's neck.

The hero leaned back and avoided the tip of the knife, and still smiled: "The movements are fast, the moves are fierce, and he goes straight to the vital points without any drag. It seems that he has practiced with pigs a lot on weekdays."

As he spoke, Zhang Tu shouted loudly, his body suddenly swelled up, and the sharp knife drew countless shadows. The cold light was like white flowers blooming, and it stabbed the hero's vital points in all parts of his upper body.

The hero retreated while talking, without resisting or fighting back, his expression was relaxed and lazy, as if he was striding freely in the garden.

After using dozens of moves, he couldn't even touch the other party's clothes. Zhang Tu finally gave up his fantasy, suddenly withdrew his knife and retreated, and returned two feet away, looking at the hero with a serious expression.

"Who are you?"

The hero just asked, "Is the fight finished? Can I answer my question?"

Zhang Tu was silent for a moment and said, "Young man, you don't know what you are facing at all. If you still care about your own life, then forget everything you know and run as far as you can!"

The hero sneered: "Why, I can't kill me, I just want to scare me?"

Zhang Tu shook his head and said seriously: "I saw that you had such cultivation at such a young age. It is not easy to destroy your life on greed, and it is not worth it."

Hey? Is this person actually sincere and serious?

A guy who killed without blinking began to discover conscience was simply the biggest humiliation of the four words "professional ethics"!

The hero sighed: "It seems that I don't have the talent to make a living by relying on my mouth. I still have to do it in the end, which is too inconsistent with my personality.

Well, not elegant enough!”

Before he finished speaking, his man had disappeared from Zhang Tu's eyes.

Zhang Tu was shocked, and his first reaction was to turn around, but before his muscles could be fully mobilized, a strong force came from behind him with severe pain.

Bang!

He spewed out a mouthful of blood, and his tower-like body flew more than three feet away.

The gap between the cultivation level is like a natural barrier and cannot be overcome. At least when encountering a battle head-on, the sixth grade is stronger than the fifth grade, without exception.

Zhang Tu struggled to get up, but suddenly his feet fell rapidly from the air and stepped heavily on his back.

He let out a shrill scream and instantly lost consciousness of his lower limbs.

It was obvious that his lumbar spine had completely broken.

The hero squatted down beside his head, watching him coughing out blood bit by bit, with some solids mixed in it, I don't know if it was a piece of internal organ.

"Seeing that you are so miserable, I won't want it anymore. Keep it for you to heal your injuries! As long as you answer the question obediently, I will spare your life."

"You..." Zhang Tu tried hard to raise his face, stared at his blood-red eyes, "Who are you?"

"Your sister! I'm convinced, so fucking persistent!"

Shaking his head, the hero took off his felt hat and took off his mustache from his lips.

"You can kidnap so many noble children, so you should know my face. My surname is Ying."

Zhang Tu seemed to be disbelief, stared at him in a daze for a while, and suddenly smiled with a big blood-red mouth, strange and creepy.

In an instant, the hero made a big alarm in his heart, and he took out the God-killing Sword and slashed it without thinking.

The blade was deeply trapped into Zhang Tu's neck, blood splattering, but he was still laughing, black hair emerged from his skin, and his hands were supporting the ground, and he slowly climbed up.

The hero was shocked and wanted to draw the knife and retreat, but found that he could not pull it.

Zhang Tu actually clamped the blade with his shoulder blade!

The hero simply let go, retreated several feet quickly, looking at Zhang Tu who was changing little by little with a gloomy expression.

The question no longer needs an answer. Behind Zhang Tu, it is possible that the way of God’s grace is the only way!

However, after a few breaths, Zhang Tu's body was more than one foot higher out of thin air, and his figure was at least twice as strong. His body was covered with black hair. His ears ran to his head. His eyes were red and crazy, his nose was thick and short, and his two lower fangs turned out of his upper lip and turned into a human-shaped wild boar.

This honest butcher who has lived in the southwest of Shuangzhou City for half his life is actually the product of God’s grace and Taoism!

By the way, is a pig orc living by killing pigs? Is this intentional sarcasm?

Zhang Tu pulled out the knife from his neck and roared to the sky.

The hero's face suddenly became a little gloomy again.

The God-killing Sword did not have any impact on Zhang Tu, which shows that his strength was at least at the level of the Grandmaster. Referring to the characteristics of the orc group in the Kunlun Mountains, it is not impossible for heaven and man, or even saints.

I’m having a big time playing, and my sixth level of cultivation is definitely not enough. Should I turn into a horse-hoon soy sauce?

The hero was a little worried because he remembered a guess when he talked to Bai Shanjun - the man of God's kindness probably knew that he would be tested by God in the mountains.

If he transforms into killing Zhang Tu today, then the Divine Ethics Dao will immediately confirm that he has inherited the legacy of the Emperor and Taishan, and his true cultivation has reached a demigod.

Next, he will most likely attack him frantically and use any means.

Thinking about the fact that the Divine Enlord Dao could easily manipulate such incidents of ten demon generals betraying this at the same time, and the parents and sisters were all still in the dark, the hero felt chill.

No, don’t be afraid of ten thousand or ten thousand, and you must never use the power of the gods on earth, or at least you cannot easily kill Zhang Tu.

In the flash of lightning, the hero made up his mind, and Zhang Tu rushed to him like a locomotive, held up the God-killing Sword and slashed it down quickly.

Swish!

He cut the empty space.

It’s not that the hero hides quickly, but that he has no knife in his hand.

The hero is the master of the god-killing, and can be controlled by his thoughts alone. He just left the sword on Zhang Tu and did not pull it out for this moment.

When Zhang Tu waved his arm, the God of Killing flew out of his hand, drew a semicircle in the air and flew back, stabbing into his back.

However, I don’t know if it was because his wild boar was born with thick skin and high defense, or if he had some special abilities, the tip of the God-killing Sword only stabbed in more than a century and could no longer be stabbed.

"Useless stuff."

The hero cursed in anger. With a wave of his arm, the God-killing Sword turned into a black meteor and flew away to the distance.

Zhang Tu laughed wildly, and his big hand slapped it like a huge hammer, with great force and great force.
Chapter completed!