Kong Wu forcibly urged this forbidden power, obviously to maintain his own dignity at the cost of his life. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This was also the first time that Kong Wu had performed this kind of blood-controlling technique.

As the secret of his own family, each generation of inheritors will repeatedly tell his heirs to "never allow the use of this dangerous forbidden technique unless it is absolutely necessary", since Kong Wu walked out of the family gate, no one has ever been able to force this genius ancient martial artist to this point.

The boiling blood made his body feel like another stream of lava, and the air he inhaled condensed into a white mist when he spit it out. The sweat on his body seemed to be boiling, and the mist rose up......

As the Crazy Blood Technique detonated its own origin power, the long sword in his hand had turned red under the infusion of blood true qi, and the scorching breath caused a rolling heat wave, and the entire space seemed to be burning with it.

Yang Yi was amazed in his heart, he never expected that a delicate ancient martial artist would burst out with such terrifying power, and his blood would also boil.

Fight!

Yes, Yang Yi has been suppressed for too long, and he longs for a battle to vent his emotions. For a time, this emotion prevailed, throwing reason aside.

Yang Yi concentrated, condensed his strength into his fists, and was ready for a fist-to-fist contest at any time......

As the blood burned, Kong Wu's originally well-proportioned body suddenly grew, his muscles continued to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the cyan meridians began to stand out.

However, the more bizarre changes are the appearance of some bizarre lines on his neck and exposed arms.

The two who were originally physically comparable now have a gap, making Yang Yi more like a weak child.

Kong Wu's eyes were blood-red, glowing with a strange red glow, which was proof that the mad blood was completely stimulated, and his body moved, moving at high speed, bringing a storm.

The wind swept in with a heat wave, but the thunderstorm sounded behind him......

Under the terrifying power of the mad blood, Kong Wu gained overwhelming speed.

Yang Yi felt this explosive power, knew that he couldn't touch it, and immediately turned around, but the opponent was faster, and he had already dodged to him, blocking the way.

Kong Wu's eyes that were red from blood flashing in front of Yang Yi's eyes, followed by the silhouette of the flaming long sword slashing down......

On the surface, Yang Yi was only a heaven-level inferior realm, but the teachings of the old man of the machine spirit made his body hide the power that was about to subvert this world. Seeing the long sword with a scorching breath cut head-on, Yang Yi did not panic, turned sideways slightly, performed footwork, and successfully avoided this fatal blow with an incredible body technique.

Kong Wu's eyes originally flashed with a hint of joy, but when he found that the long sword stabbed only Yang Yi's afterimage, he immediately showed disappointment, and then turned into rage.

While!

The long sword couldn't hold back, and the furious force directly cut through the ground. The black stone floor crumbled with tremendous force, and splinters flew up. Several surrounding pieces were also affected and quickly cracked......

Kong Wu completely lost his mind, and missed a blow, the long sword continued to slash down in a row, and others could only see the blurred sword shadow flying through those lights and shadows, and the ground of the black gold stone began to collapse at an alarming speed under this constant attack. The thirty-meter-diameter arena had become fragmented.

The storm of power whipped up dust and formed black swirls, blurring the barrier even more.

Yang Yi moved and jumped in the shadow of the sword, flickering left and right, dodging or dodging, rising or falling, looking like a dead leaf in the wind, a flat boat on the stormy waves, making people think that the next moment would be crushed by the sword light.

However, that moment has not yet come.

People's hearts were raised to their throats, and their eyes widened and their mouths opened. It was quite quiet, and no one wanted to break the silence, lest anyone accidentally make a noise and affect the battle that was hanging by a thread.

Bang!

It was as if the heart had been smashed, some people were blindfolded, and many more let out a scream of horror......

However, the expected tragedy did not happen - Kong Wu's long sword flew out like a red-hot soldering iron, rolling in a scorching air current, leaving only the bare hilt in his hand!

The magic weapon that had reached the mid-grade level could not withstand the power of the full release of the madness, and finally collapsed in the repeated collision with the black lazuli ground.

Kong Wu slowly looked at the port of the sword hilt, and casually threw it away, and the sword hilt actually smashed the floor and embedded it in it!

What a power this is?!

Kong Wu clenched his fists and actually put on a posture of hand-to-hand combat.

The crowd had long forgotten the cheers and was completely silent in this thrilling visual feast, lest they miss a single detail. With such a fierce battle, I am afraid it will not be easy to see it once in a lifetime.

With the support of mad blood, Kong Wu's battle relied entirely on instinct. This purely instinctive way of fighting is actually the most terrifying, capable of completely unleashing a person's power.

Kong Wu never gave his opponent a chance to breathe, and his fists full of strength rained down. Because this kind of hand-to-hand combat technique often relies on the ground, where the footsteps are treaded, the black gold slate is shattered!

"What is the origin of this ancient warrior called Kong Wu. ”

Someone in the audience suddenly asked. This is a swordsman dressed in the costume of a northern ethnic group, and the scimitar inlaid with blonde crystals shows his identity.

Of course, being able to attend such a grand event is either rich or expensive. Without Master Han Yukun's invitation, it would be as difficult for a foreigner to sneak in here as it was to break into the Confucian ancestral hall.

"Who knows, however, since he can use the Crazy Blood Technique, and he has persisted for such a long time, his other combat power is much higher than the realm, and he is a natural warrior. A gray-haired ancient warrior in his thirties next to him replied.

"Rare!" the swordsman nodded slightly, "Concentrate the power of the madness entirely on your arms, and with a pair of fists, you can shatter a black gold stone floor that is harder than steel." It's a pity that you can practice at such a young age to do whatever you want......!

"It's a pity?" Hearing the meaning of the stranger's words, the gray-haired ancient warrior subconsciously turned his head, revealing the kind of look that was expectant but mixed with suspicion at the strange swordsman.

The swordsman bowed slightly at the gray-haired ancient warrior, who owed him a bow and said hello. I only heard the swordsman whisper: "If this ancient martial artist has urged the Crazy Blood Technique from the beginning, I am afraid that there will be variables in this competition." ”

"How?"

"This ancient warrior is obviously underestimating the enemy. He missed the best opportunity to defeat his opponent......" The swordsman's eyes were always on the two on the field, because Yang Yi easily dodged the opponent's fatal blow, and muttered to himself, "Hmm! Maybe he didn't have a chance to defeat this best boy in the first place." ”