The strongest talent.

Chapter 122
Swish!
A brilliant stream of beams of sword energy particles cut out from the Blood Tiger Sword. It is so beautiful and gorgeous, like a rainbow that suddenly rises, containing Yuan Qing's majestic fighting spirit and his exuberant burning passion. Full of fighting spirit, shining brightly in this vast desert.

At this moment, the assassin's expression changed significantly. He retracted the three-edged thorn like lightning, held the handle with his right hand, pushed the thorn with his left hand, his legs suddenly stepped into a lunge, as if a beast roared in his chest, and strange The green light is the power of the sixth-order grandmaster's psionic protocore. He used his strongest method to explode his vitality!

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A long and sharp strange sound lasted for a long time. The assassin resisted this powerful sword energy. His feet plowed two deep furrows in the sand, and his calf almost sank into the ground. Tremors, the jaws of his hands are splitting, the triangular thorns in his hands are shattering, and the battle uniform on his chest has all disappeared, revealing his solid chest muscles.

Until the sword energy disappeared, the assassin retreated more than 40 meters, and the breath of life was obviously weakened. Only the outline of the triangular stab in his hand remained, and the skin on his chest was like a bulletproof glass that had undergone a strong collision, with fine cracks like spider webs. Beads of blood continued to ooze out; the airflow he exhaled was also light red, obviously the viscera had been injured and internal bleeding had begun.

40 meters away, Yuan Qing held the Blood Tiger Sword tightly, panting.

The sixth-order grandmaster is too strong, really too strong, the blood tiger sword is already the strongest killing move, but it only broke his skin, not even his bones.The visceral injuries are not serious, and they don't even need to take recovery potions. They can be quickly repaired by using the psionic pronucleus, so that the opponent is almost impossible to kill.

"Your strength has exceeded the upper limit of the difficulty of the task." The assassin looked down at his chest, reached out and tore off his shirt, revealing smooth and powerful muscle lines; the cracked skin on his chest was slowly repairing, and the airflow produced by breathing no longer appeared scarlet His breath became more and more steady, and his voice was as calm as ever: "It's a pity that the upper limit of the difficulty of the task has been exceeded, and it has not exceeded my upper limit."

After speaking, he shot again, and the figure suddenly jumped out. The broken triangular thorn in his hand was like a poisonous snake ready to go, still aimed at Yuan Qing's heart, and shot towards Yuan Qing like lightning.

"So what about the sixth-order grandmaster, if I can hurt you, I can kill you!" Yuan Qing roared violently, and charged head-on, the blood tiger sword in his hand quickly gathered momentum, the beam of sword energy particles did not cut out again, but It is hidden inside the Blood Tiger Sword, the sword body is dim and dull, but the power it contains is incomparably astonishing, shaking and wrapping around the assassin's three-edged thorn.

This time, the assassin's arm lost its previous stability, his wrist was slightly sore, and the three-edged thorn in his hand was withdrawn suddenly, and then stabbed at Yuan Qing's left rib from the side of his body; at this time, Yuan Qing had also changed his sword posture and turned to face the assassin However, the assassin's speed was too fast, the three-edged edge pierced the skin of Kai Yuanqing's chest, and suddenly withdrew his arm, dodging Yuan Qing's back sword to cut back.

In an instant, Yuan Qing's chest was stained red with blood, his flesh turned outward, and a large number of capillaries and muscle fibers were broken. Only the sternum firmly protected the viscera, and all the spiritual energy of the body was united without the slightest shock.

Yuan Qing's spiritual energy impacted, the flesh on his chest immediately pressed against the wound, the blood stopped flowing out, the blood tiger sword in his hand tightened again and again, his eyes fixed on the assassin, his heart beat faster and faster - his strength, defense, speed, It's all too amazing. A confrontation can only block him with one move, and the subsequent changes can't keep up. If it's an ordinary fourth-order mid-stage, he will definitely be killed by him with one move. Even if spiritual power is combined with body, skin and muscles can't stop it His offensive, that is a B-level triangular thorn!

The assassin didn't give Yuan Qing time to breathe, and the second move was followed immediately after the first move. This time, he aimed at Yuan Qing's neck, his wrist trembled at a very high frequency, and the three-edged thorn in his hand glowed with a cold silver light, and almost didn't break. Kong Sheng, as if there was no air resistance, slashed in front of Yuan Qing again.

Yuan Qing squatted on the ground violently, using his left leg as the axis, and swung his right leg to sweep the hall. Taking advantage of the momentum, his body rotated, instead of taking the defensive position, he took the initiative to attack, and the blood tiger sword in his hand slanted toward the assassin's waist.

The assassin's body was slightly vacated, dodging Yuan Qing's legs and sweeping the sword, but the speed of the body's fall was not a free fall, the speed was ridiculously fast, and his feet were on the ground for a moment; at this time, Yuan Qing's rotation had just begun, and the hunter's three-edged The thorn happened to be facing the back of the head, and he raised his hand suddenly and stabbed it.

"Try this sword!" Yuan Qing's spinning posture stopped abruptly, his head was slightly tilted back, his right wrist was turned over suddenly, the joints were reversed, and the blood tiger sword pierced out from the right side of the body. The head took the assassin's move hard, and the blood tiger sword pierced his right chest.

The assassin kept moving, the three-edged thorn pierced the back of Yuan Qing's head, and pierced his skull with a bang, and Yuan Qing's sword also pierced into the assassin's right chest, firmly blocked by his sternum, Neither of them was seriously injured, and Yuan Qing's scalp rupture was only a superficial wound. The assassin's right chest muscle fibers were broken, and a large capillary was cut open.

This time, he exchanged injury for injury and earned it!

"Your bones are harder than I imagined." The assassin was expressionless, as if the pain was nothing to him. His chest muscles squirmed, and he also performed a spiritual impact. The blood stopped flowing immediately, and his right arm shook. With a wave, the three-edged thorn tore a large piece of flesh on the top of Yuan Qing's head, and then slashed towards Yuan Qing's neck again; while Yuan Qing's body rotated, the blood tiger sword cut the assassin's chest that had just shrunk again, and while rotating, his upper body turned upside down , supporting the ground with his left hand, his legs split across his chest, and his right hand sword sliced ​​across the assassin's legs.

The assassin seemed to have guessed the follow-up changes of Yuan Qing's sword move, and did not vacate again. He tapped his toes lightly on the ground, and suddenly retreated more than ten meters, avoiding Yuan Qing's double offensive, and then stomped heavily on the ground with his feet, back and forth as fast as Lightning, once again made a move to Yuan Qing.

At this time, Yuan Qing had just finished his previous move, twisted his waist and landed on his feet, and immediately swung a sword with his backhand.

This time, Yuan Qing's movements were extremely smooth, but his speed was a bit slower. The assassin's body almost passed Yuan Qing's shoulders, perfectly avoiding Yuan Qing's sweeping sword, and the three-edged thorn in his hand cut through Yuan Qing's back. The package tore a large piece of flesh from his back.

"Not good!" Yuan Qing turned around suddenly, the muscles on his face twitched slightly, and his heart tightened instantly.

The chest injury is not that important, but the back is injured, the muscles are ruptured a lot, and the strength of the body is seriously affected. Even if the pain is bearable, the speed and strength will drop sharply. The movements are not as good as him, but now they are even slower!

The assassin didn't give Yuan Qing time to swallow the potion, and Yuan Qing didn't put the recovery potion in his mouth at all; at this moment, the assassin shot quickly, his eyes were terrifyingly indifferent, and his movements were as stable and concise as ever. Suppressed by strength and speed, the triangular thorn pierced Yuan Qing again.

Yuan Qing couldn't dodge, and blocked the blood tiger sword in his hand. The muscle wound on his back that had just contracted burst again, and blood gushed out; and the blood tiger sword couldn't block the three-edged thorn, and only slightly deflected the assassin's wrist. The sharp thorn piercing the throat slashed across Yuan Qing's cheek, cutting a deep bloody gash!

"I wanted you to die without pain, but now I can't do it." The assassin finished his move, turned around slowly, and looked at Yuan Qing from a distance, his eyes were cold and calm: "Don't resist anymore, we don't have any Hatred, I will let you suffer the least amount of pain, and the corpse will be taken back for research. Yuan Qing, you are a respectable opponent, but your duty is that you must die."

Yuan Qing tensed all the muscles in his body, trying to prevent the blood loss; in his mind, the voice of the brain had sounded more than once: "Yuan Qing, you must enter the laboratory immediately, the combat power of the assassin exceeds your upper limit to deal with it, you don't have any Chance to win!"

"There is a chance, there must be." Yuan Qing thought quickly, and even thought of the method of "entering the laboratory to take the recovery potion, and then come out to continue fighting", but it didn't work at all.Once entering the laboratory, this secret cannot be kept. The hunter wants to run, but at his speed, he can leave easily, even if he wants to chase him, he will not be able to catch up.

It is not too surprising that a fourth-order spirit warrior can control a sword. It is natural to use it at the sixth-order. big secret!
"In the middle stage of the fourth stage, you will be able to control the sword. You can persist for so long against the middle stage of the sixth stage. You are already proud of yourself." Holding the three-edged thorn, the assassin slowly walked towards Yuan Qing, his eyes were cold, and his tone became weaker and weaker: " It is my duty to kill you, let you down with the least pain, this is my respect for you, you..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

An extremely thin figure, like a fast-running ape, passed through the howling and raging desert wind, his feet kicked up a series of explosive dust on the sand, and exploded to the limit speed he could achieve.He was holding a ball of incomparably brilliant golden light, his arm was bursting and bleeding, and he was three minutes faster at the limit speed state, and suddenly blasted out Xeon fist.

Genuine Qi linked to the body, combined with the singularity of Zhenqi, Guigui's strongest ultimate move!
"Little ghost ape?!" The assassin instantly recognized the identity of the person who came, and reacted reflexively. The three-edged thorn "Yujian" in his hand pierced Guigui's chest. Block Guigui's right fist.

Guigui didn't dodge the three-edged thorn, and shot out the alloy glove in his left hand, holding the three-edged thorn tightly, and the impact of the three-edged thorn reduced his charging posture by half; In the palm of the assassin's hand, there was a slight cracking sound of finger bones.

All this happened very quickly, but Yuan Qing's movements were even faster, the blood tiger sword in his hand almost flew up when Gui Gui charged; The streamer that breaks through the air.

He didn't have any communication with Guigui, but just completed an incomparably tacit cooperation in this fleeting moment; he made a throwing movement, and the blood tiger sword carried the Xinghuo Liaotian sword energy contained in the sword body, completely showing In a straight line, shoot at the assassin's throat!

At this moment, the assassin's body retreated rapidly under the impact of Guigui's punch. He couldn't turn around, change direction, or make effective dodge movements; however, when the Blood Tiger Sword was approaching, he still twisted his neck. , Trying to avoid Yuan Qing's throat-piercing sword.

Also at this moment, the assassin's pupils suddenly dilated, thinking of a terrifying thing.

Yuan Qing's throwing action is fake, he knows how to control the sword!
(End of this chapter)