Hedo's expression changed slightly and he said coldly: "You have to be careful, and you will no longer show mercy this time."

"Don't let Moji, fight quickly and decide." Xing Zhen urged loudly.

"Swish" This time the silk thread shone with purple light, and the soldiers divided into three groups and headed straight to Xing Zhen's eyebrows, heart and abdomen.

"Dangdang" was another three gold and iron attacks, and after a more vigorous spark sputtered.

Xing Zhen's clothes were broken, and three scarlet spots were extremely eye-catching. They were straight, and three points were in a line.

The pain was no longer within Xing Zhen's consideration. He looked down and it was about an inch into the skin.

The skull has not been tempered and is stronger than ordinary warriors, but it is still a little different than his own body.

The head is most severely injured, the silk thread penetrates into the bones, and the soul also hurts.

Xing really has no choice. If you want to ensure Bei Ruoxi's safety, you must take three moves.

Even if the remaining last move is stronger, you have to bite the bullet and take it.

He said coldly: "Continue."

Hedor became more and more curious about Xing Zhen's body refining skills. He didn't believe that the body could be so powerful without any reason.

The purple silk thread almost condenses its own internal strength of eight or nine out of ten, and it is no problem to kill ordinary seventh-level warriors in seconds.

Xing Zhen can easily follow it, which is too incredible, and it makes him curious about the secret techniques he practices.

Suddenly he became angry and loved talent and confirmed: "Have you thought about it, are you sure you will not use the secret technique to exchange it?"

"No." Xing really answered consistently.

"Okay, okay, I'll make you stubborn." Hedo also became angry.

But for the sake of secret techniques, he didn't want to kill Xing Zhen for the time being. But, he wouldn't delay teaching Xing Zhen some lesson.

"Bang" Hetu's own opportunity suddenly exploded, and bright red blood mist swayed around him.

The next moment, the blood evil aura gathered like a strong wind and poured into the palm of your hand.

The attack and killing methods are consistent, and they are still a red line as thin as hair.

This time it is not a physical body, but is completely condensed from blood and energy.

The silk thread stirred, and the cold air followed. It was as red as blood, but it shone with a black light.

"Puchi." The red line sank into Xing Zhen's chest, splashing large pieces of blood.

However, the next moment, there was a collision of metal and iron in Xing Zhen's body.

The expected body-transmitting pass did not appear, Hedor was even more nostalgic about Xing Zhen's secret technique, and he was even more curious about how strong Xing Zhen's body was.

But for the time being, it is difficult to ask too much.

He said angrily: "Hmph, Bei Ruoxi will let you go, and the army will set off in a month."

"By the way, I will tell the world that Xing Zhen will go to the marshal for this expedition."

Xing Zhen ignored Hedau's words, just stay with him, and nothing else matters.

The ability to block the last blow is not Xing Zhen’s body, but integrates into the spine of the martial arts dragon.

Xing Zhen himself thought he would definitely lose this time, but he didn't expect that the strength of his spine would exceed his expectations.

His body was as if nothing had happened on the surface, but in fact his internal organs were covered with cracks.
Chapter completed!