With the black tiger's low roar, Han Feng felt that he was suddenly surrounded by a ferocious red color, and the whole world was trapped in a color. The tall body of the black tiger turned into a black shadow and rushed towards him.

Han Feng wanted to raise his hand and use the Thunder Sword to defend himself, but he felt like his body had a thousand pounds of gravity and could not raise his arms at all. He struggled with sweat. Before his arm could be raised to his chest, a cold light flashed from the left and slashed heavily on Han Feng's waist.

"puff!"

Han Feng only felt a sharp pain in his waist and abdomen, and his iron cloth shirt technique that he was fully wielding was instantly shattered, and he flew out to the right.

With the momentum, Han Feng finally flew out of the control range of the Black Tiger's aura, so he had the opportunity to take a good look at the Black Tiger's status.

I saw a faint black air floating out of the black tiger's body, and a dazzling red light flashed from time to time, which was fleeting in a blink of an eye. Heihu himself held the blood evil, lowered his head and gasped heavily. A drop of sweat in his temples slowly slashed across his cheeks, flowing through his chin, slowly dripping, and was instantly evaporated by the black air in the air.

"Hehe! It's so good! It's so good!" Heihu roared to the sky, "Eluting all the masters in the world! It's my Black Tiger's pursuit! Want to save them two? In the next life! I Black Tiger is the best in the world! No one wants to surpass me, don't even think about it!" Heihu raised his arms high and raised the Blood Evil Sword over his head, like a demon envoy from hell!

"Brother Hei seems that after he has been promoted to the eighth level of cultivation, he can better control the Blood Evil Sword!"

"Yes, yes! It seems that the reputation of my God Guild must rise tonight! It was so lucky to join the Guild!"

Looking at the performance of the Black Tiger in the audience, even Wu Yonggan, who had been recording on the hood, was excited to watch everything off the field, completely forgetting that Wang Qiang and Gao Jun were already spitting out the rags.

"Old Han! Go quickly and exit the battle. There is no need to make unnecessary sacrifices. We will be reborn tomorrow at most. It's okay!" Wang Qiang roared hoarsely, because the distance was a bit far, his throat was already yelling, and a mouthful of bloody saliva spit out.

"Old Han! Go quickly, you can't beat this guy! When I was at the seventh level of the Body Refining Stage, this guy was one of the best masters nearby! Now I've been promoted to another level, go quickly!"

Gao Jun rarely speaks on weekdays, and most of the time he always keeps his thoughts in his heart. At this moment, he doesn't care about anything else and crazily persuades Han Feng.

"Ahem!!"

Han Feng coughed a few mouthfuls of blood, and finally opened the knot in his chest. The tip of the sword was inserted into the ground, and he slowly stood up. He looked down at the wound on his waist, then looked at the blood evil sword in his hand, and shouted in his heart that it was lucky that the black tiger had burst out instantly and had no time to control it. The blood evil sword in his hand made a move with the back of the knife, which only broke the defense of his iron shirt and knocked him away. If he slashed with the blade, he would probably have split into two at that time and blood would splatter on the spot.

But luck is also part of strength. Since God does not let myself die, I will live hard!

"I, Han Feng, today... cough... even if I die, I will die... cough... death on the way to fight! Drink!"

Han Feng told Wang Qiang and Gao Jun that there was no need to persuade him anymore. It was also said that he told his opponent that today, either you die or I die!

"Fengwu Luoying!"

The sword lights turned into substantial shock waves and stabbed towards Heihu's body. The sword light shining with cold light disappeared in the moment when it approached Heihu's body, and disappeared completely. Heihu himself stood in place and breathed in a big mouth without making any defensive posture.

"What's going on?"

Han Feng rushed to the halfway point and hurriedly held back, looking at the black tiger ahead with disbelief.

Just as Han Feng stopped, Heihu finally recovered, slowly raised his head, and looked at Han Feng with a mocking look on his face, "Boy! Are you surprised? I still think you are a master, so it is so vulnerable! It's okay to tell you, let you be a wise ghost. In the future, when you see your Hei Grandpa, kowtow three times, and Hei Grandpa will let you go!"

As he said, Heihu laughed, "This is the unique skill I inherited from the dying Blood Evil Sword Maniac. Blood Sword Intention. Although my cultivation level cannot fully master this domineering skill, it is a waste of resources to deal with a little thief like you! Come on, kneel down and kowtow to Grandpa Hei twice. Grandpa Hei will give you a good time with one knife, and you don't have to suffer the pain of blood dying!"

"No wonder the God Guild dares to be so arrogant this time. It seems that it has some support! Sorry, Brother Han, there is the entire Guild behind me, so I can only choose this way!" An Wuhen stood aside and quietly watched Heihu's every move, muttering to himself.

Tang Huo tilted his head and looked at An Wuhen who was talking, then looked up at Han Feng, "I am loyal enough, I know I will die, and I am still fighting. I am a man! But this black tiger is a trouble. It seems that Brother Han is in trouble today!"

"They haven't come yet?" An Wuhen suddenly asked Liu Jinghai for no reason, and all he got was Liu Jinghai shook his head silently.

Hearing the words of An Wuhen and Tang Huo, especially the pain of blood dying mentioned by Heihu, Yang Xin'er looked at Han Feng in the distance with concern and prayed silently in her heart: Han Feng, be careful!

This is what the Black Tiger looks like. Since inheriting the tricks of the Blood Evil Knife, he has been looking for masters to fight. From the beginning to now, no less than twenty masters at the seventh level of the Body Refining Stage have become dead souls under the Blood Evil Knife, and they all suffer the pain of death after the blood flows out drop by drop. Whenever Black Tiger is in an absolute advantage, he will hit his opponent psychologically, appreciate his opponent's distorted face because of fear, and enjoy it.

But just now, the information Heihu got from Han Feng was not fear, but perseverance, a kind of unyielding perseverance! Of course, this made Heihu extremely unhappy!

At this moment, after the blood sword intent erupted instantly, the adverse effects of itself had slowly subsided. Because of its domineering momentum, most of the blood sword intent needed to accumulate a period of momentum before it could explode. Just now, the Black Tiger saw that the opportunity was fleeting and did not dare to delay it. He burst out with blood sword intent instantly, and lost his mind in a hurry and used the back of the sword as a blade. Although he successfully injured Han Feng, he did not use the hasty to seriously damage Han Feng.

"Blood Sword Intention!"

The restrained aura of the Black Tiger suddenly burst out, and blood-red ripples swelled up all around.

"The sea of ​​blood is boundless!"
Chapter completed!