After Xiao Cai's eyes scanned all the darkrooms one by one from left to right, he said: "Let Liu Zhenhao out first. Don't let him out all at once. Just open the iron bars slowly. Give Liu Zhenhao some time to prepare. I don't believe it.

He has nothing to save his life."

"Click——"

Liu Zhenhao suddenly saw the iron bars of the machine in front of him rising slowly from bottom to top, and immediately jumped. He hurriedly stretched out his hand to press the hilt of the sword. However, what he pressed was not the usual soft sword, but the one hidden in his hand.

Behind his back, he never wanted to show his heavy iron sword.

Zhuiming Zhao suddenly turned around and grinned in Liu Zhenhao's direction, revealing two rows of white teeth.

It's not that Liu Zhenhao has never seen others showing their teeth, but none of them have teeth like Zhao Mingzhao's. Not only are the tips of the teeth as sharp as saws, but they also sparkle with a white porcelain light. They are like wild beasts about to devour their prey.

, full of the atmosphere of violence and cruelty.

Just now, he was still hesitating whether to use the famous sword "Yinxiao" as soon as he came up, but now he resolutely drew the sword and pointed it at the demon general. The long sword was full of silver light, without any flaws, like waves of darkness.

The tattoos are floating on the sword. Not looking at the icy silver color of the sword, the harsh aura exuding from the sharp edge is enough to make one's heart burst with fear.

"Bang--"

The loud sound of the iron fence hitting the door frame was like a signal for a strong attack. The two masters who had been facing each other for a long time took action almost at the same time.

The blood droplets turned into white dragons again, filling the entire door and reaching the interior of the dark room. Liu Zhenhao actually raised his sword to slay a dragon, holding the sword with both hands and slashing vertically between the dragon's heads. The roaring white dragon suddenly turned around and walked around the sword.

The film was brilliant, grabbing at the back of the opponent's head.

The blade of Liu Zhenhao's flying sword was still reflecting the cold light, but it suddenly turned back. The sound of "cang" shook away the blood droplets, and suddenly turned into a rain of light and covered it. It collided with the opponent's weapon again,

He himself withdrew and rushed to the hall outside.

Zhui Ming Zhao held the drop of blood in his hand, flashing like lightning, and quickly intercepted it. When the first wave of offensive power was still exhausted, Liu Zhenhao spun to the right and jumped up again amid a series of sword shadows, floating in the void.

Among them, the ninety-nine swords struck with the backhand formed a blade of light flying wildly in the sky. Not only did it prevent the opponent from intercepting, it was like a rain of swords falling from the sky!

In the blink of an eye, the life-chasing Zhao rolled on the ground, flying in the air to protect the retreating blood droplets of the life-chasing Zhao, and suddenly burst out into pieces of blood, like ripples in the water, expanding in circles. For a moment, the silver rain and blood light merged together and excited.

The shots shone brightly, and a series of collision sounds of gold and iron blended into the splashing sparks for a long time. After the two figures exchanged hundreds of moves, they suddenly separated and turned into the original confrontation scene.

Ouyang Momo, who was dumbfounded, murmured to himself: "It turns out that Liu Zhenhao is so powerful, I thought he was just an ordinary warrior!"

Xiao Cai said calmly: "That is not Liu Zhenhao's martial arts. It should be Master Shuiyue or Master Drunken Scholar. He sealed his swordsmanship insights in that sword, allowing Liu Zhenhao to display his extraordinary strength. When the sword power is exhausted, Liu Zhenhao will die.

…”

Before Xiao Cai finished speaking, Chaosi Zhao jumped into the air with a roar like thunder. The "blood droplet" flashed, shook straight, and aimed at Liu Zhenhao's Tianling Gai for a critical strike!

Liu Zhenhao's "Silver Sky" suddenly flew horizontally, bringing up a rainbow-like sword. The sword light that followed the stream was like the trailing tail of thousands of meteors, and it was swept towards the life-seeking Zhao with a sharp whistle.

!

The opponent's "blood drop" turned quickly and violently collided with the radiant sword light. The bloody light and sword light immediately confused the eyes of the spectators. Zhao Zhao was dyed red with blood. His robes were flying up and down in the chaotic light and shadow, and Liu Zhenhao's ghostly white shadow was following him like a soul-locking ghost, fluttering left and right.

Just then──

The cold light from the sword blade was like fireworks, exploding into a brilliant scene for a moment. Liu Zhenhao instinctively followed the sword, and the silver sky soared three feet, and the sword light suddenly aimed at Zhao Zhao's eyebrows. , fierce, fast and fierce, beyond words!

, suddenly, the powerful blood droplet spun through the air, grabbing the wild sword light from the left, blocking the middle of the two people. Zhao Mingzhui's figure seemed to have lost weight, like a feather, following the opponent. The force of the sword wind floated out, but the blood droplets were rushing forward, like an iron shield, they collided with the sword light and poured down!

Before Liu Zhenhao could return his sword, Chao Zhao's body sank sharply and his feet fell to the ground. The drop of blood from his right hand flew out again and slashed Liu Zhenhao's throat. At the same time, he picked up the sharp cone at the end of the drop of blood with his left hand and shook the iron chain as a chain gun. Throw out your hand and stab the enemy in the abdomen, moving faster than lightning!

Liu Zhenhao had no choice but to retreat several feet to avoid the whistling blood droplets coming from the sword blade. He changed from a strong attack to a wandering fight. Although the sword light in his hand was still as sharp as frost, only wandering was left. Resist it.

Xiao Cai, who was standing above to watch the battle, hugged his shoulders and said: "Liu Zhenhao has reached the end of his strength and can't hold on for much longer. Let Elder Shen go out, and he must be released before Liu Zhenhao is killed."

"Can he do it?" Although Ouyang Momo doubted Elder Shen's skill, he was still controlling the mechanism.

Xiao Cai sneered: "Don't look at that Elder Shen's arrogance and domineering. In fact, he is a hound-type character. He can only exert his power under cover. Only with Liu Zhenhao blocking the front can he dare to charge recklessly. If it were him, he would only have the courage to charge. You’re waiting to die.”

Sure enough, Elder Shen did not rush out after the iron gate opened, but stood in the shadows and continued to watch Liu Zhenhao fight with his opponent. He wanted to join the battle group several times when Liu Zhenhao had the upper hand, but because of In an instant, the situation reversed and retreated.

"Get out!" Ouyang Momo was so angry that he raised his pink fist and slammed a button.

The inner wall of the dark room was like an out-of-control carriage, rushing towards the back of Elder Shen with a loud roar. The opponent was so frightened that he rushed straight into the fighting arena several feet away.

"Elder Shen, please give me a helping hand!" Liu Zhenhao was in ecstasy. Although he escaped the slashing blow of the blood droplet, his knee was pierced from the front by the spinning chain gun. He knelt down on one knee while howling miserably. .

Not only did Elder Shen not reach out to rescue him, but with a sneer of disdain, he squinted at Liu Zhenhao, who was kneeling on one knee about ten feet away. He took out an armored copper bull from his arms and flicked it toward the opponent's back.

The puppet grew long as it hit the ground and faced the wind. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a bull ready to go, with two horns pointing directly at Liu Zhenhao's back.
Chapter completed!