Just look at Jinnian, he suddenly rotated on the spot with one foot, and the long sword in his hand danced into a tornado, swallowing the tiger that jumped down. Fat Maitreya laughed: "Naran! You are not afraid of sucking the elephant with a snake, and you are not afraid of suffocating yourself to death!" After that, wow, awesome, your arms suddenly became three times thicker, and waves visible to the naked eye surged out from the dantian of Fat Maitreya, arousing layers of flesh waves, and then poured into the nine-ring big sword from both hands. The nine-ring sword was clanging, and the sword sounded like a roar.

What he bullies you, one-armed disabled, and what he humiliates is that you are inconvenient in your legs and feet!

Jinnian was suddenly hit by this ruthless move. Before he could even ejaculate the surging internal force, he was suddenly shot by the fat Maitreya in front of his chest. Suddenly, new and old injuries were all emitted, and a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organ fragments was sprayed out.

"What a three master of the Holy Sect..." Just halfway through his words, Jinnian squirted blood on the ground. He wiped it casually with his sleeves and grinned, "Thank you for shooting this blood stasis for me, now I'm much better."

Fat Maitreya sneered: "Young Master Nalan, don't show off. I'm afraid your heart and lungs are severely damaged now. Let me cut your head back and get the reward, otherwise, hehe, my Holy Sect has some ways to make you worse than death."

Jinnian vomited a few mouthfuls of blood: "Let's keep it for yourself to enjoy it." After that, take a deep breath and suppress the feeling of burning heart and lungs. The sword moved slightly, and a move of the southern red beans used in Yinjiagou quietly spread towards Fat Maitreya.

Fat Maitreya suddenly opened his eyes wide, and swung eleven sword techniques in succession to disrupt the quietly attacking sword energy. The sword energy collided with each other and blew the remaining snow on the ground.

"I have long since...!" Halfway through laughing, Fat Maitreya let out a cry of pain. It turned out that Jinnian took advantage of the snow to block Fat Maitreya's vision and suddenly blew a sword into his abdomen. At the same time, he stirred and pulled out more than three feet of intestines.

This fat Maitreya is one of the few people in the Holy Sect who have developed a three-level gold body. If an ordinary person is waiting for this, he will either die or be disabled. However, he just grabbed the torn intestine with his hands and stuffed it into his abdomen along the wound.

Not to mention that Jinnian was shocked for a moment, even the killer surrounding him forgot to move and looked at Fat Maitreya stupidly.

Fat Maitreya grinned: "You are disabled, you can use your skills!" Then he slashed one after another, and the same slashed one after another, forcing Jinnian to fight head-on. One slash was as fast as another, so fast that Jinnian had no chance to release his strength at all.

Later, with one blow, Jinnian spit out a mouthful of blood. If it weren't for what he saw with his own eyes, no one could believe that such a thin person could spit out such a big pile of blood. He spitted almost thirty steps from the first blow of the two of them just now.

During this period, a killer wanted to take the opportunity to attack, but instead, the fat Maitreya, who was killed, slashed his head with a knife.

Jinnian took this opportunity to breathe for a while.

Dekong poured his internal force into the sword. Although he did not feel like the thunderstorm of his junior sister's sword energy, he also had the momentum of heavy rain destroying flowers. Fat Maitreya did not investigate for a while and was hit by more than a dozen swords in succession. Fortunately, Jinnian was also seriously injured, and his strength was not sustained, and his wounds were not deep. The fat meat around him pressed it down with a little force.

"What a Nalan Jinnian, this makes me a little willing to be a lackey for you for so many years!"

Jinnian gasped hard, and from time to time he sprayed a mouthful of blood foam, but he still didn't forget to mock him: "Wow your tail and take a look."

Fat Maitreya suddenly stopped smiling and gritted her teeth and said, "You are looking for death!"

Before Jinnian could respond, Fat Maitreya had already dropped the Nine-ring Sword, and the powerful Vajra palms that had been secretly kept secret were printed on Jinnian's chest one after another.

Jinnian squirted blood from his heart, and the person was like a slapped bun in the wind, falling a few feet away, rolling a few times, and not moving any more.
Chapter completed!