"Puchi!" Guan Heng first used the tactic of disturbing the enemy's heart to shake the middle-aged man, and then took advantage of the gap to attack with all his strength and did not completely hit the opponent's neck. However, a wound of a foot-long length was left on the middle-aged man's neck. Blood suddenly burst out like red fog in the sky, and the middle-aged man immediately covered the wound with his left hand and swung his sword with his right hand to urgently block Guan Heng's second attack.

"Swish!" Guan Heng drew his sword in an instant and did not fight against the other party's bronze sword. He knew that the power of the crimson spiritual energy was extraordinary. His green sword light must not be able to fight against the other party, so Guan Heng suddenly turned around and swam around the middle-aged man.

At this time, Guan Heng was used to the feeling of weight bearing caused by heavy water runes all over his body, and could almost swing the same degree as before, which was extremely beneficial for Guan Heng.

Suddenly, the heavy water rune on Guan Heng's body shone brightly under the care of the bright moon, which seemed to make Guan Heng's body more elegant and ghostly. Suddenly, Guan Heng's Jumang sword broke through the air and raided directly at the upper mouth of the middle-aged man's neck covered with his hand: "Swish!"

"Damn it, you're getting more and more aggressive-" After the Chinese man was injured and bleeding, his head became clearer. He realized that Guan Heng had said that he had defeated two black-air dominators before was mostly false, so the guy who suffered a loss began to look for opportunities to fight back.

Unfortunately, once the decline is formed, it will be difficult to recover the defeat. Although the middle-aged man has the realm of deep red spiritual energy, he is injured and the wound is still gushing out blood. The middle-aged man is eager to deal with it, so he can only cover it with his hands. In this way, he greatly curbed his offensive.

In addition, in order to train his own strength, Guan Heng did not let the six ghosts help, but they caused a black storm of ghosts in the dark, which made the middle-aged people feel scruples and unable to use their full strength.

In this way, Guan Heng's momentum became more and more intense, but the middle-aged man was retreating step by step and was already in a hurry. At this moment, Guan Heng deliberately shouted: "Don't worry, I won't kill you right away, because I will also ask you about the news about the two black-air dominators, and then continue to 'chasing' them."

"Uh?!" The middle-aged man who heard this was almost angry and spit out a mouthful of old blood. The powerful green energy counterattacked and chased the black energy domineering person?! I have never heard of this kind of thing!

At this moment, a sudden scream came from Ruotao and Tengguihu. It turned out that they were middle-aged companions. The woman with light red aura was knocked by Ruotao and fell to the ground with blood. Then the sharp claws of Tengguihu were crushed into meat paste.

The death of the young woman not only scared the other two people to death, but also shocked the middle-aged man who was fighting fiercely with Guan Heng.

"It's so damn!"

The middle-aged man was shocked and angry at this time, but unexpectedly, Guan Heng took this as a good opportunity to kill himself. Just in the flash, Guan Heng's Jumang sword suddenly produced seven swords, and the tip of the sword "swish swish swish swish swish" aimed at the middle-aged man's vital points one by one. The middle-aged man roared: "Bastard, you bully me too much!!"

It was a time to say that, and the middle-aged man suddenly put down his left hand covering the wound and let the blood float. He then put his palms together to hold the hilt of the sword. In an instant, the bronze sword lingered in the deep red spirit. He blew away the Jumang sword that blocked Guan Heng and slashed down like lightning: "Madman, go to death for me-"

"Huh Huh Huh!" The ancient bronze sword fell with the wind, and suddenly turned into a heavy-slashing attack with sword technique. It was unstoppable. It was the middle-aged man's martial arts that he had been proud of in his life. Guan Heng was caught off guard and did not expect the opponent's counterattack so quickly. He barely used the Jumang sword to block the left and right, "Bang bang bang" to block three swords in a row, but finally failed when the opponent cut the fourth sword, and the Jumang sword in his palm flew out in a flash!

"Haha, kill--" Seeing that Guan Heng lost his weapon, the middle-aged man howled smugly and used his full strength to swing the Feng-Heading Sword. Guan Heng was not unavoidable at this time, and the sword suddenly slashed towards his heart.

At this moment, Ruotao, who had already killed the other two with the Ghost Hu, shouted in dismay: "Young Master, it's dangerous!!"

It was a while, and then it was soon. Guan Heng suddenly burst into dark green spiritual energy all over his body, and at the same time he touched the long narrow knife mark on his body. Suddenly, the black air in the wound "swooshed out", which immediately scared the middle-aged man: "You?"

No one expected that Guan Heng would burst into a knife wound on his own, and in an instant, the black air that surged out resisted the middle-aged man's sword edge, making it just stuck on his shoulder bone.

In the flash of lightning, Guan Heng gathered all his strength in his fists with lightning speed and lightning, and then roared violently and blasted out: "A thousand gold heavy water fist!!"

"Bang!" Unpredictable, the middle-aged man immediately took all the powerful fists. The guy's body suddenly flew backwards, and a series of "cracking" sounds of bone cracks came from the air. The middle-aged man's sternum completely collapsed and fell into the ground. He couldn't stop squirting blood when he fell to the ground, and he could not survive when he saw that he could not live!

"Hey, don't die first!" Guan Heng shook off the bronze sword that was slashing on his shoulder at this time, ran to the middle-aged man, picked up his collar and shouted loudly, "Tell me, what is the name of that guy who uses the black gas palm sword? And the black gas domineering man who uses fist power..."

"Uh...don't..." The middle-aged man who was dying roared in a ferocious voice at this moment: "I am a dignified ancient country strongman. How could I be coerced by you? Don't even think of it from my mouth... anything!!"

"Puff!" The middle-aged man actually chewed his tongue and spit it out in an instant. He would rather die in such pain than confess a word to Guan Hengzhao. This made Guan Heng feel stern: "These guys must be of great origin. Hum, it's a pity that he was not forced to ask about their origin."

At this moment, Ruotao walked over and said, "Young Master, I found three bronze medals on the people I killed, with ancient characters on them, as if they were the words "Leize".

"Leize? Could it be the Leize tribe..." Guan Heng thought that the Leize tribe was one of the three ancient countries, the royal family of the ancient country of Youyu, and their co-lord was "Yu Shun".

Guan Heng looked down at the middle-aged man who had already died, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought. Ruotao fumbled on this guy again and found a bronze medal with the word "Leze". At this time, Guan Heng said: "Ruotao, put these bronze medals away first, maybe it will be useful in the future. Now, let's collect the Stable Heart Flower first."

Hearing this, Ruotao nodded and walked with Guan Heng to the ridge. There were indeed many "stable heart flowers" growing here, everywhere.

Ruotao smiled and said, "Okay, with these herbs, Elder Huang's heart disease should be saved."

"Well, what I mean is, take away as much as you can." Guan Heng said at this time: "I guess if the monsters nearby are rampant, Huang Xuan may not dare to go up the mountain to collect herbs for a while, so she has to prepare more for his grandfather to store."
Chapter completed!