Chapter 87 Life with Death

And at this time, Chao Mingzhen and the two dared to arrive. Chao Mingzhen stood on the huge purple flying sword and looked at Yan Hao contemptuously.

The current situation was critical, and Yan Hao didn't care so much. As soon as his mind moved, a grain of black sand immediately flew out of his ear.

"Ma Ruxi, the knife is endless, come out."

As soon as Yan Hao's voice fell, the flying sword and the knife carrying a huge blood-drinking knife on his shoulder jumped out of the nine-level floating slaughter endlessly.

"Oh, the best treasure, one yuan ninefold, Zhenyuan triple, it's getting more and more interesting."

Akikoson looked at all this in front of him and did not panic. Instead, he laughed and showed a greedy look in his eyes.

"Third brother, what is that? A unique treasure? Oh, my God, it's a unique treasure. Now we sent it. As soon as Chao Mingjin saw the nine-level Futu, he immediately shouted.

Xianzhi behind Yan Hao looked at the appearance of the nine-level Futu, and her eyes were also strange. She didn't know what she was thinking. On the contrary, there is no idea of owning it.

"Nine-level Futu, get up!" With Yan Hao's violent shout, the nine-level Futu immediately rose wildly and rose to a height of 300 feet in an instant. At the beginning, when Yan Hao's cultivation was in the local period, he could only raise the ninth-level floating slaughter to 100 feet. Now his cultivation is naturally much better than at that time, and this rise directly rose to 300 feet.

The 300-foot-high pagoda is directly inserted into the clouds. It can't be seen at a glance, and even the bottom of the tower is 50 feet wide.

"Nine-level Futu, press it for me." Yan Hao pinched the magic formula in his hand, and the nine-level Futu rumbled towards Ming Zisong.

The card-selling disciple only felt as if a mountain was pressing on him. The fierce pressure made him unable to move at all, and he could only watch the nine-level buoyant pressure come down.

"Brother Chao, what are you waiting for?" Ming Zisong shouted at Chao Mingzhen.

Chao Mingzhen immediately shook and grabbed a palm of the two women behind Yan Hao. Suddenly, a real Yuan palm more than ten feet in size came out of Chao Mingzhen's hand and grabbed the two women.

"The knife is endless, protect the two women."

Yan Hao shouted, and the knife immediately held the blood-drinking knife in both hands, and suddenly cut a knife at Zhenyuan's big palm.

At this time, the nine-level Futu had been pressed to the top of Ming Zisong's head.

"Well, it's just 300 yuan. How can I stand it?" Ming Zisong saw the pressure of the nine-level Futu, and his face did not change, and directly punched the nine-level Futu.

"Boom!"

The huge fist was fiercely bombarded on the nine-level Futu, and unexpectedly made a fierce explosion, and then the nine-level Futu was directly bombarded by this punch and had not fallen for a long time.

Ming Zisong deserves to be a nine-fold figure of Yingyuan. Even the nine-level Futu came down with the power of 300 yuan, but he couldn't help it.

"Underworld Sword, Cut."

At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded, and Ma Ruxi suddenly appeared not far behind Ming Zisong. A black flying sword actually emitted a five-foot-long red flame sword spirit and cut at him.

"The small spiritual weapon also dares to attack and blow it up for me." Akikosong didn't blink his eyes and looked at the flame sword spirit, but reached out and grabbed the flame sword spirit completely.

"Boom!"

The knife was endlessly heavy and heavy, and was cut on the huge palm of Chao Mingzhen. The huge palm was immediately cut into a crack, but the knife was rebounded more than ten feet away, and blood kept spewing out.

The strength gap between the two is really too big.

After the huge Zhenyuan palm repelled the knife endlessly, he grabbed the two women behind Yan Hao again. At this time, Yan Hao and he cut out a knife again in time.

Although Yan Hao's cultivation is not as high as the knife, he relies on the middle-quality magic weapon in his hand, coupled with the combination of the mutant red flame original palm and the no-life sword spirit, is completely comparable to the heavenly middle-level skill. This knife actually smashed the damaged Zhenyuan's palm.

Of course, Yan Hao himself was not uncomfortable. The anti-shock force, like a huge hammer, hit him hard, making Yan Hao spit out a big mouthful of blood.

However, Yan Hao has not paid attention to this injury, and the initial formula of one yuan has begun to repair it for him.

Ma Ruxi's sword spirit was easily smashed by Ming Zisong. Ma Ruxi directly sprayed a mouthful of his own vitality with his own blood on the Mingyin sword. The momentum of the Mingyin sword immediately rose sharply. Ma Ruxi once again used all his strength to cut out a sword at Ming Zisong, which was twice as powerful than the sword just now.

At the same time, Yan Hao received the idea from Ma Ruxi: "Master, when the old servant comes to pester him, you immediately use the nine-level buoy to press it down. Even if he doesn't die, he will be seriously injured."

Yan Hao immediately refused: "No, then you will die."

"It doesn't matter, master, what is a life in the old servant area? The most important thing is that you are fine. After saying that, he didn't wait for Yan Hao to respond again, but he had cut at Mingzi Song again with a flying sword.

Yan Hao watched Ma Ru wash his body towards Ming Zisong, and his eyes couldn't help but turn red. Although Ma Ruxi has repeatedly wanted to kill him, he has always regarded him as a useful tool. But anyway, he still brought many benefits to Yan Hao. He took the broken bone for Yan Hao and let Yan Hao break through to the local period.

Now that Ma Ruxi is fighting for a chance to escape his life, Yan Hao still can't bear it. However, the choice made by Ma Ruxi is undoubtedly his only chance now. Yan Hao could only gritt his teeth and be cruel, and did it in this way.

Although the Mingyin sword is twice as powerful as last time, it is still not enough for Akikomatsu. Ming Zisong just slapped the sword and dispersed the sword.

But as soon as he broke up, he saw Ma Ruxi holding a flying sword and cutting at him in the air regardless of the danger.

"I don't measure myself." Ming Zisong snorted coldly, brushed his sleeves, and a Zhenyuan gas went directly to Ma Ru.

Ma Ruxi suffered this blow, and suddenly injured all his internal organs and bled seven times. But he didn't seem to feel pain. He actually stopped his retreat. Regardless of the injury on his body, he still held the Mingyin sword and cut off Ming Zisong.

"Look for death!" Ming Zisong was also angry. The two fingers in his right hand were like a sword, drawing a circle in the air. Suddenly, a big circle of Zhenyuan was formed, and the vitality around him rushed into the big circle crazily. Then Ming Zisong gently clicked on the big circle and shouted, "Go."

Just as soon as the word "go" was spit out by Ming Zisong, and before the vitality circle got out of his fingers, he saw that the ninth-level Futu rose a little more, pressing down on Ming Zisong with greater power than just now.

"It's not good." Ming Zisong also found Yan Hao's intention and thought that Yan Hao was too cruel. He didn't care about it. Do he want to be crushed to death together?

As mentioned above, although Ming Zisong can emit far more than 300 yuan, it does not mean that he can withstand the blow of 300 yuan.

Ming Zisong was in this panic. For a delay, Ma Ruxi had already cut it with the Mingyin sword in his hand. Akikomatsu was even more panicked and quickly shot out the big circle of Zhenyuan in his hand.

This Zhenyuan circle directly blew up a big hole on Ma Ruxi's body. From front to back, a transparent hole could be seen clearly, and blood sprayed out like free money.

Surprisingly, before Ma Ruxi died, he dragged the body and hugged Akiko loose.

"Get out of here." Akiko's body shook, and Ma Ruxi's arms were immediately shaken away, leaving only Ma Ruxi's body.

Ma Ruxi still did not break his breath and took another bite, biting Mingzi's loose shoulder tightly.

Ming Zisong quickly looked up and patted Ma Ru's head.

This palm has not been captured, and the nine-level Futu has been suppressed.

"Boom!" Ma Ru's head exploded like a rotten watermelon, and the red and white brain splashed on Ming Zi's face.

Ming Zisong didn't care about these at this time, and quickly punched the ninth-level Futu on his head.

When Mingzhen saw that his claws were broken, he sneered and jumped down from the purple flying sword as soon as he moved. Then he held the flying sword and pressed his right hand on the flying sword several times. Suddenly, there was an electric light flash on the purple flying sword.

"Purple rainbow thunder sword, lead electricity to receive lightning, urgent." The purple rainbow thunder sword shot out of Chao Mingzhen's hand and flew into the air, and a lightning fell on the flying sword for no reason.

For a while, this rainbow thunder sword was electrocuted. As soon as the magic formula was introduced, Zihong's thunder sword jumped in the air and hurriedly cut out a sword at Yan Hao.

Suddenly, a purple electric light split towards Yan Hao. When he saw that he was about to hit Yan Hao, a blood-red figure suddenly appeared in front of the electric light and cut the huge knife in his hand, which could be split on the purple electric light.

"Boom!"

Like a thunderbolt, the electric light split the knife endlessly. The knife was endlessly shattered, and even the body was shattered, and the whole body was scorched black, and blood rustled out.

"Boom!"

Mingzi Song hurriedly punched, and didn't even use one-tenth of his usual strength. How could he defeat the more than 300 power of the nine-level Futu, and was immediately crushed to the bottom of the tower by the nine-level Futu.

But somehow, Yan Hao felt that this pressure did not crush Akiko to death.

The nine-level Futu flew up again. Sure enough, I saw a huge black palm holding up a little nine-level Futu, and Ming Zisong was lying under the huge black palm. At this time, his face was pale and there was blood on his chest. Obviously, although he did not die, he also suffered serious internal injuries.

With the little gap raised by this black giant palm, even the card seller escaped the disaster. Now he just fainted and did not die.

Yan Hao is about to take this opportunity to take another blow and completely solve the two to eliminate future troubles. But at this moment, a purple electric light hit him, and he had to give up this idea. As soon as the nine-level Futu turned around, it blocked the purple electric light.

"Bum!" The ninth-level Futu was shaken, but in the end it still stood firmly in front of Yan Hao and took over the attack.

Yan Hao took the opportunity to turn around and said, "Xianzhi, I may be seriously injured in a moment and can't move for a short time. After you grab me, leave immediately."

As he said, he pointed to the nine-level Futu in his hand: "Conpress me."

The nine-level Futu jumped high again and pressed towards the two brothers of Chao Mingzhen.

"Hmm!" Chao Mingqi snorted coldly, and the formula on his hand changed. Dozens of lightning radiated from the tip of the purple rainbow thunder sword, all of which flashed in the sky and disappeared. In an instant, a thick purple lightning of a teacup fell from the sky and went straight to the ninth-level Futu.

"Boom!" The nine-level Futu was bombarded by this lightning, and the tower kept shaking. Finally, it turned back into a small black sand and returned to Yan Hao's ear.

Although the nine-level buoyancy was beaten back to its original shape, it was not damaged, so Yan Hao was not injured. But the magic formula moved, and another magic weapon was thrown out.

Chao Mingzhen was about to speak, but he felt as if something had fallen from the sky. Looking up, it was a transparent mesh magic weapon that fell towards him.

"Small and medium-grade spiritual weapons also dare to show their ability. Broken!" When Chao Mingzhen raised his hands and was about to jump to the net that day, he saw Yan Hao suddenly appear beside him and stand in a strange posture.

Yan Hao sat back, with his left foot forward, his right foot bowed slightly, holding the Zhenyan broken knife in his hands, and lifting his vitality, from the tip of his feet to the soles of his feet, ankles, calves, thighs, hips, waist, abdomen, chest, neck, shoulders and arms, all concentrated on the Zhenyan broken knife in his hand.