"Haha, it's interesting, it's really interesting." When the eighth wave of scalpel appeared in Zhuang Lin's hand, the War God Bone Dragon, who was sitting at the highest point of the stand, also sat up. A scorching light appeared in his deep eyes. He clapped his palms and couldn't help but smile.

"Haha, yes, this Zhuang Lin is really interesting. I don't know where he is hiding with so many flying knives." The middle-aged man next to him also smiled in response, but his voice was a bit stiff.

When the eighth wave of scalpels was shot out, Zhuang Lin made eight scalpels from the fingertips space, and after shooting them out, he did not get scalpels from the inside to the outside. It was not that there was no scalpel in the fingertips space, but in the medicine pool space that was half the size of a basketball court, he had put hundreds of scalpels.

Because according to the plot of the action movie, the masters show off, and then they should be serious when they appear.

After being bombarded by Zhuang Lin Babo's scalpels, Min Luo successfully avoided most scalpels with speed and skills, but he still won the bid and was stabbed on his thigh and shoulder respectively.

Having a knife on his body has no big impact on Min Luo, the old killer, but he has been suppressed and beaten, so I feel so frustrated.

"Damn it, your knife has finally been thrown away." After seeing Zhuang Lin shoot out the eighth wave of scalpels, there was no scalpel in his hand. Min Luo just thought it was Zhuang Lin's scalpel that was used up. A cold light flashed in his cold eyes. He held two daggers in his back hand, turned into a phantom, and rushed towards Zhuang Lin.

As the cold light flashed, the air around Min Luo became more and more sticky and became colder. Standing two meters away, Zhuang Lin could feel the coldness that was investing in, the old killing saint, really had murderous intent.

"Kill" two sharp daggers, with the blades intertwined, and the sunlight shone on it, and reflected two dark blue lights.

"Good come." Zhuang Lin had no intention of avoiding it. At some point, he put on a metal fist glove on his right hand. He shouted lightly, raised his fist, and went straight toward Min Luo.

The sound of interlaced metal collisions came one after another in this vast martial arts arena. Two figures sometimes collide in contact and sometimes dodge and move. Because the speed is very fast, those with poor eyesight are overwhelmed and almost dazzled.

The old killer Min Luo, the old killer, had reached the point of perfection. The terrible murderous aura was added to the sharp dagger. Each knife was slashed out, almost causing the air to fluctuate, and it was terrible to use energy to defend the enemy.

There were several times when the dagger's blade had not yet arrived, and the murderous aura on the blade actually passed through Zhuang Lin's clothes, making him feel a pain in his skin, as if it was really scratched by the blade.

Using qi to harm people in a distance from the air is an extremely high level of nourishing qi, which is more profound than using qi to defend against enemies. If a person who nourishes qi wants to reach this level, it not only takes ten or decades of hard practice, but more of a talent.

Although Min Luo has not yet reached the state of injuring people with air, he has obviously touched the threshold and is only one step away from taking it. Of course, although it is only one step, it is difficult to truly take this step.

A Killing Saint who has touched the door of people with air and injured people is definitely a terrifying existence. If he confronts such a guy head-on, he will be careless and relaxed at all, and he may have been wiped by those two daggers.

Although Min Luo was strong, Zhuang Lin was not weak either. Zhuang Lin was injected into his fists. Each punch was punched, crushing the air in front of him and bringing out the fist wind that could be heard. This made Min Luo particularly shocked and even more cautious.

"Kill" in the center of the fighting arena, Min Luo shouted loudly, and the dagger in his left hand suddenly disappeared, and the dagger in his right hand suddenly accelerated, following like a shadow, pressing against Zhuang Lin's face and slashing towards Zhuang Lin's eyes.

Zhuang Lin's pupils contracted suddenly. Under the influence of instinct, he moved rapidly behind him. At the same time as he moved, he bombarded his right fist forward, trying to block Min Luo and make him give up and continue attacking.

But at this moment, the dagger that disappeared from Min Luo's left hand suddenly appeared on the left side of his body and stabbed towards his chest. In the flash, he had no time to hide.

"Puff" Although Zhuang Lin avoided the last moment and avoided the vital points, the sharp dagger still stabbed him and inserted it into his shoulder.

"Get out" Zhuang Lin scolded coldly and pushed his fists straight ahead. Min Luo, who was originally thinking of taking the opportunity to expand the results of the battle, had no choice but to retreat and retreat to a safe place, facing these iron fists.

The sharp dagger broke away from Zhuang Lin's shoulder. On his shoulder, there was a striking wound. Scarlet blood kept flowing out of the wound, and soon dyed the clothes on his chest red.

Zhuang Lin remained motionless and pressed his right hand against the wound on his shoulder. When his palm moved away, the wound with blood gushing stopped bleeding.

"How did he do it!" When he saw this scene, many people in the stands who didn't know Zhuang Lin couldn't help but gasp, looked at his shoulder in disbelief, and exclaimed in surprise.

They really couldn't imagine that Zhuang Lin's palm just stroked it on it and miraculously stopped bleeding. Could it be that the young man's palm has any magical magic?

Liang Luoshi, this fairy-like woman, had a bright light in her beautiful eyes, as if she had discovered a new continent. She looked at Zhuang Lin without blinking. She suddenly discovered that there were many secrets in this little man, which made her unable to help but feel curious and wanted to explore the secrets.

After looking at her for a long time, a bright smile appeared on her delicate and beautiful face, as if she had thought of something interesting.

Min Luo stood there, not in a hurry to take action, but stood there with a slightly frown. Although this time, he successfully injured Zhuang Lin, the final result made him very dissatisfied.

Especially when he saw Zhuang Lin not only stopped the wound while waving his hand, but also healing at a terrifying speed, his heart had already sunk.

Although he had heard a lot about the Medicine King, it was all rumors, and he had never seen them with his own eyes. He just thought it was spread by others, but he did not expect that this young man, who was called the No. 1 ghost doctor, had extraordinary medical skills, seemed to be even better than rumors.

With this extraordinary medical skill, he is almost an indestructible young hero. If you cannot directly take his life, he will be able to recover quickly. Such an enemy is the most terrifying.

In this short period of time, the wound on Zhuang Lin's shoulder not only stopped bleeding, but also showed signs of healing. Seeing this scene, Min Luo was shocked and cold.
Chapter completed!