"God Killing? This name is well-known, I like it very much."

As he spoke, streams of blood flew out from the wound on Huang Meng's face and condensed on the blood sword.

In a short while, the short sword turned into a long sword.

"Put it to me, and I can give you a happy gift."

"Damn! Who is the prince? I haven't used the words "salute" and "gift" much, you are so skillful."

The hero smiled like an emoticon, "What's wrong? A mere bastard who was made really treats himself as dry food?"

Huang Meng's elegant posture finally disappeared, and he said with a blue face: "We are a race created by the Emperor himself. We are born with divinity, which is much nobler than your hypocritical human race and dirty strange beasts!"

"No matter how noble it is, it is a hybrid." The hero sneered, "By the way, there is a proper noun that you have heard of, called "mixed advantage". It means that things that are hybrids are often superior to those of both parents.

This is also the reason why children born to different races of humans usually look pretty.

But, do you look so ordinary, is it because your parents are too ugly? Or is it because your ancestors have too many hybrids and their bloodlines are too messy, and their advantages are offset?"

Huang Meng was furious and pounced on the air like a hawk.

"Go to die!"

His speed was several times faster than before. He was still in the air when he said the first word. He finished speaking and the tip of his sword had pierced the hero's clothes on his chest.

A crazy wave suddenly slapped from behind the hero, covering him up.

Huang Meng stabbed the sky with a sword, turned his wrist and knocked the attacking god to fly away.

The waves fell to the ground and shattered, flowing around, revealing the hero's body again.

He did not give up blocking the flood, but just made a temporary opening.

Huang Meng pounced on him again, and the blood sword in his hand drew red lights, and he dug out a vacuum place without spiritual energy around him. Except for the god killing, any attack from the hero was easily disintegrated.

"How about it, hero, do you still feel that you don't need to give your all?"

In the crazy sword shadow, Huang Meng's expression was ferocious, and his eyes were as excited as if he was teasing his prey.

The hero's lips were tightly pursed and his expression was solemn. He could no longer stop all the floods, just like a wooden barrel breaking a wooden board, and the river poured down, and soon formed a mudstone river, rushing towards the village in the depression in the distance.

Huang Meng's sword is faster and his moves are always inseparable from the hero's heart.

Although his realm is not as good as a hero, he is born with divine nature and has a perennial diet of human babies to improve his divine power a lot. In the eyes of the hero, at least Bai Shanjun is definitely not his opponent.

If it were in its heyday, it would be better for a hero to kill him, but now most of his mind is on the flood behind him, and the divine power he can use is pitiful. If it weren't for the god killing, there would have been no idea how many transparent holes would have been poked out on his body.

However, although the God Killer had a spirit and was in line with his heart, he could only resist and had no power to fight back in front of Huang Meng's skillful sword technique that was almost in exchange for injuries.

The gap in the transparent wall is getting bigger and bigger, and the flood is getting surging. However, there are still many villagers in several villages in the distance. They are unable to escape the ruthless water by taking their families.

"Give up!" Huang Meng laughed wildly, the Blood Sword was almost unable to see the shadows, "Let go and fight me, kill me, or be killed by me!"

Damn this is a lunatic. Are you the sequelae of cannibalism?

The hero subconsciously complained, and his thoughts dispersed, and the God-killing Sword responded half a beat slower.

puff!

The blood sword penetrated into his heart.

"Hahahaha..." Huang Meng bared his pale teeth, "This is your own choice. I want to absorb all your blood, make you a mummy, take you back and hang it at the entrance of the village, and tell our descendants that this is the hero in the prophecy! Hahaha..."

The laughter came to an abrupt end because his sword did not feel any blood, as if the hero in front of him was just a phantom.

boom!

The flood hit him in front of him and swallowed him in an instant.

After a moment, he flew out of the water, spewed out a mouthful of blood, floating in the air, and glanced sharply downward.

"It's a pity that I couldn't kill you."

The hero's body slowly floated out of waves, his face full of disappointment.

The flood under his feet was still blocked by the transparent wall, as if everything before was an illusion.

Huang Meng looked at the wound on his chest, and the blood quickly solidified and scabbed.

Just now when the flood swallowed him, the God-killing Sword came. If it weren't for the sword's blood and energy that made him tilt his body in time, he would have died of a piercing heart.

"How did you do it?" he asked in a deep voice, "The blood and energy on your body were not false just now, how could it be just a phantom?"

"Oh? Is your ability not just manipulating blood?" The hero asked replies without answering.

"I can do whatever I want with my blood." Huang Meng said proudly.

"Then why don't you just drain my blood from time to time, but instead have to fight with me personally?"

Huang Meng looked at the blood sword in his hand, pursing his lips and silent.

The hero thought for a moment and suddenly said, "There is a condition to control other people's blood, right? I guess, only if you taste the other party's blood, at least after you come into contact with it, can you control it freely?!"

Huang Meng still refused to answer.

"Then you are really weak." The hero shook his head, "After a long time of trouble, the temple actually sent a garbage to kill me. Should I be glad? Or depressed?"

Huang Meng's forehead veins leaped wildly and shouted: "Tell me, how did you deceive me!"

"Because it." A radiant mirror appeared in front of the hero, which was the Yin-Yang Mirror.

"It can be from true to false, or from false to true. Whether it is true or false depends entirely on my heart."

Huang Meng was silent again because he found that the mirror was simply the nemesis of his ability.

The hero guessed right, his ability is indeed that he must taste the blood of the enemy before he can exert the most terrifying power.

As long as you taste it, even if there is only one drop, the opponent will instantly become his puppet. Therefore, he will seem crazy to use the fighting style of using injuries to exchange for injuries, making the opponent mistakenly think that he is a madman and give the opponent double oppression in terms of force and spirit.

Most people will feel more or less panic when encountering this situation, and eventually they may be timid or impulsive, but no matter which one it is, they can discover flaws and succeed in one blow.

However, heroes with Yin-Yang Glasses can be true or false, and blood can naturally be true or false. Even if they succeed, what's the use?

"Well, it seems that God's will."

After a while, Huang Meng sighed long, his expression became solemn, and the blood sword in his hand shook slightly, "Then let me fight you in a dignified battle! Let's see how long your divine power can last."

After saying that, he flew over the Yunchuan River, and with a slanting stroke of the blood sword, a red moon slashed into the river.

In an instant, it seemed as if a giant dragon rolled at the bottom of the river, causing huge waves to surge into the sky, and smashed towards the hero like thousands of troops.
Chapter completed!