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Chapter 1324 Dead Sword Guard (for Subscription)

Meng Zhao had been in the valley before, and he already knew that the dead men around Bai Shuai were extremely skilled in hiding.

Si Leiwei's energy storage skills were almost hidden from him.

But compared with the dead sword guard's concealment skills, it seems to be insignificant again.

How should I put it, it doesn't mean that there is no fluctuation in the fact that I really hide myself. Sometimes there is no flaw but a flaw, and Meng Zhao is better able to grasp this kind of flaw.

However, Dead Sword Guard is able to integrate himself into a complete environment anytime, anywhere, which is exceptionally harmonious, and it is a top-notch kung fu of concealing energy that is difficult for people to detect whether it is intuition or experience.

For example, the young dead sword guard in front of him pretended to be Meng Zhao's bodyguard. His aura and aura were as different as those of the other guards. He was in the middle stage, neither outstanding nor bottom.

That kind of well-trained and capable temperament is also well-managed. At least Meng Zhao and this young dead sword guard have faced each other at least three times, but they have not noticed his abnormality once.

More importantly, not only is it good at hiding in normal times, but even when making a move, you can hide your intentions and murderous intentions so that people can't find any flaws. That kind of sudden explosion is really hard to guard against.

When the danger is really perceived, it is actually too late.

If it weren't for Meng Zhao's keen inspiration, and his intensive practice of the way of heaven, earth and man, and his control over aura far exceeds that of ordinary innate masters, this sword must be impossible to hide.

Even so, Meng Zhao still suffered a heavy loss. It's nothing if the evil soldier was smashed. It has the amazing ability of automatic repair, and it will soon be restored to its original state.

But Meng Zhao didn't want to see the serious damage to the spirituality inside. This is related to the future growth space of Xie Jie, so he can't be careless.

Sure enough, the evil soldiers that turned into fragments piled on the ground quickly repaired themselves under the influence of a mysterious force, and turned into a pale blade that looked like a sword but not a sword, and a knife that was not a knife, and fell to the ground. Meng Zhao's hands.

Its texture is still as indestructible as before, but the breath is indeed reduced a lot, and Meng Zhao needs to spend a certain amount of time and money to feed it back with other natural treasures.

At the same time, Meng Zhao could also perceive Xie Jie's vicious and evil nature after being severely injured, and he was still eager to try the young Death Sword Guard, wanting to swallow his flesh and soul to make up for his loss.

Meng Zhao's gaze fell on the young Dead Sword Guard, and saw that he had just broken through from the frozen ice with great effort. His lips were shaking up and down uncontrollably. Obviously, he had been hit by an extremely powerful cold air, and his physical condition was not as good as before.

Meng Zhao was even more surprised. From this, it can be seen that this young man's kung fu is actually not particularly high. At least Meng Zhao felt that, with his own cultivation base and purely from the perspective of realm, standing up and letting the opponent fight would probably be ten thousand. For half a month, I couldn't hurt a single hair of myself.

This is by no means an exaggeration, but purely from the realm of martial arts and Meng Zhao's own particularity.

However, it is true that there is a power in the opponent's body that turns decay into magic, which greatly increases his threat.

Even Meng Zhao, who is so proud of his past and present, dare not be careless.

There are many things that have capsized in the gutter, and he doesn't want to be one of them.

"Meng Zhao, you are really powerful. I spent so much time and energy to hide by your side and become your bodyguard, but I didn't expect that you could still escape completely. You really deserve to be the Dragon King of Beimeng."

The young man was naturally the young Dead Sword Guard who was ambitious and determined to kill Meng Zhao in the valley that day.

He also lurked in the Shenwei Army camp for a period of time through the hidden stakes placed by Commander Bai in the army. Before he learned that Meng Zhao was out on errands and not in the army, he still lurked patiently without revealing the slightest flaw until today. Meng Zhao returns.

He just decided to take a risky blow and shot Meng Zhao suddenly from behind. If he could injure him, then he could use the ultimate secret of the Necromancer Sword Qi to stab the famous top Tianjiao to death in his own hands.

In this way, it would not be considered a loss to exchange one's own life for the life of such a peerless genius, and at the same time, he was worthy of Bai Shuai's efforts.

But he never imagined that this person's spiritual sense is so keen that he has reached the state of cicada's foresight before the golden wind blows. It was unscathed, and the evil soldier, after receiving the sword energy of the undead, was able to recover as before.

At this time, the young man already knew that he might not be able to complete his assassination mission, at least if he wanted to be in the most ideal state, the possibility of beheading him was not high.

Even so, he didn't feel panicked or restless. After all, from the day he practiced Necromancer Sword Qi, the countdown to life had already begun. To him, death was not pain, but a relief.

He was just observing Meng Zhao, trying to see weaknesses or flaws, and fight a trapped beast.

Because the strongest blow was still in his hands, it couldn't kill Meng Zhao, and he had to teach him a lesson he would never forget.

In the future, if Meng Zhao can grow into a figure of the supreme mythical level, he will not live in vain.

At this time, there were already noisy voices coming from the barracks not far away. It was obviously due to the fighting spirit, which alarmed the masters in the army and aroused their vigilance.

Meng Zhao clenched Xie Jie tightly, a scarlet evil intention poured into his body, his eyes were surrounded by purple brilliance, and there was a strong darkness, and the original majestic and domineering aura was a little more treacherous and gloomy.

Slashing forward with curved arms, soaring with vigor, the blade transformed by Xie Jie cut 36 slender black lines in the void, and turned into a ferocious and terrifying black dragon roaring and biting at the young dead sword guard, devouring the sky. On the ground, countless vitality was engulfed in the black dragon, increasing its momentum.

Its connotation, martial power, and moves are all incomparably exquisite.

In fact, what Meng Zhao is best at is boxing and kicking kung fu, and he is unparalleled against the enemy with his bare hands.

Moreover, his unparalleled qigong cultivation is also enough to support his bare-handed opponents.

But it doesn't mean that Meng Zhao doesn't know anything about weapons. Not only does he use swords and other common weapons very well, he can even be said to be proficient.

Moreover, his martial arts cultivation is extremely high, he knows one method, and he has a hundred methods, and he uses the boxing and palm techniques he is familiar with, and there is no sense of disobedience at all.

For example, the current move is actually using the Heaven Swallowing Eclipse Dafa and some Beihai Dragon Fighting moves in the form of evil robbery. Not to mention the great increase in power, it adds another layer to this kind of martial arts comprehension and understanding.

Facing this terrifying and ferocious black dragon, the young Death Sword Guard felt an overwhelming pressure, and his whole body trembled.

(End of this chapter)