Chapter 195 Shen Kuang's Fall

"Is it that he is playing tricks?" Shen thought for a moment and guessed that the other party was probably tampered with this situation.

"Although I have some hatred with that Chenfeng, you have just fought with him. According to common sense, you and I have the same enemy, but I am naturally unwilling to share it with others, even if it is an enemy."

After saying that, the red figure, with its fingers turned into claws, grabbed Shen Kuang's neck. Shen Kuang was also a long-known figure. When the other party appeared, he had already closely watched the other party's every move. At this time, he saw Shen Kuang and quickly retreated, and his palm fiercely pressed against the chest of a person in front of him.

Then, the meridians of the man's whole body were like boiling water rolling inside, bulging a bag from time to time.

"Bomb."

With a sound, the man exploded into a blood fog. The man in the blood robe suddenly sucked and saw the blood fog entering his body.

"Not bad, not bad." After the blood-robed man finished sucking, he rushed to Shen Kuang and others with a fishy wind.

"We have no grudge against you. Why do you want to poison us? We are the men of the 'evil god'.

"Oh, I forgot this, but it doesn't matter. After killing you, it will be pushed to Chen Feng."

"Blood-thirsty."

The red sword spirit gushed out of the blade in his hand, and the sword spirit cut straight to the other party with strong blood.

"I just like your blood, and I just said that I was born unwilling to share it with others."

After the man answered, his whole right arm rose like a balloon, and the blood vessels were crisscrossed on his arm like old tree roots.

"Blood Devil's Fist."

Once punched out, it directly met the red sword spirit. When the two encountered a piece, there was no explosion, but a phenomenon of devouring each other.

"Chatter, that's great. You can use it as my tonic."

"You are the blood demon Yan Heng." When Shen Kuang saw the other party's punching, he immediately understood who was fighting against him.

"You don't have a lot of hatred for that Chenfeng. Why don't you come to him and come to us instead?"

"I came to you because I thought I was interested in your practice. I think it's also a method of blood practice."

The man in red robe is exactly Yan Heng, and looking at his strength, he already has the strength of a second-class war saint, which is simply unimaginable.

"Thanks to this method of blood refining, I can achieve such strength so quickly." Thinking of this, Yan Heng is more eager for Shen Kuang's practice.

"I don't know what kind of blood refining method." Hearing that the other party could tell the skills he had practiced, Shen Kuang knew that things were not good.

This method of blood refining is a book, but the book is divided into several copies. Yan Heng got one of them from the demon clan. Shen Kuang also got one of them by chance before, and these two became a second-class war saint and a second-class war king, which shows that this book was in the past. It's also a great secret.

"The method of blood refining I got is obviously only one-third, and there are two more. I think your skills are similar to mine and catch up with me. Just a try, you can judge that the skills you practice are the method of blood refining. Hand over the method of blood refining.

Yan Heng's fierce palm patted out, and the bloody palm grabbed Shen Kuang.

"It's up to you, hum."

With Shen Kuang's cold hum, the whole space seemed to fall into a bloody ocean.

"Oh, huh, huh."

"This trick is useless to me." Yan Heng felt the transformation around him, and his heart was even more coveted about the method of cultivation.

"The sea of blood is open to the sky." Seeing Yan Heng's fierce wave of his hand, the whole sea of blood was controlled by it, and a long bloody river was directly connected from the ground to the sky.

"Blood war in all directions."

Shen Kuang saw that one move was useless and quickly made another move.

"It's been said that it's useless. We practice the same skill. Although the direction of cultivation is a little different, your skills and the ones in my hand, even if the books are not complete, I think it's a very powerful skill."

Yan Heng, whose eyes were full of blood, waved out his palm and directly grasped the bloody flowers into his palm.

Although the bloody hand was shaking, the explosion of the flower failed to break through the defense of the palm.

"This is." Yan Heng felt that Shen Kuang's soul power was rising. Although he couldn't say what this kind of thing was, his intuition told him that this kind of thing had unexpected benefits to his cultivation.

"The sea of blood is boundless." Yan Heng waved his hand and saw that the world had turned into a bloody world.

"Blood Arrow." Yan Heng punched fiercely, and the wind hit the sea of blood with strength. The sea of blood began to squirm. Then in the eyes of Shen Kuang and others, a bloody rain of arrows fell down. When it was shot, it immediately burst into a blood mist.

"Chatter, this time, after killing you, I will get your blood refining method, and I think my strength will be one more." After saying that, Yan Heng worked harder to release the arrow rain. When a cup of tea passed, Shen Kuang was the only one alive in the field.

Yan Heng's bloody figure stepped out and grabbed Shen Kuang in the palm of his hand.

"You can't succeed." Shen Kuang saw that the other party grabbed it with such a palm, and the long sword in his hand shook, and the thin blood color on the blade still drew an arc in the air and rushed straight to Yan Heng's neck.

"Bang."

I saw Yan Heng punching the bloody arc fiercely. As soon as the figure moved, the whole person turned into a blood line and instantly arrived in front of Shen Kuang, and his palm pierced the other party's chest. As long as Yan Heng used a trace of strength, Shen Kuang's heart would leave to burst.

"I think you can hand over that practice method."

"Haha•••••••"

Shen Kuang couldn't help laughing. He couldn't help recalling the scene where he killed Marlowe before. At that time, he thought about who he would die in whose hands he would die, and now less than a few years later, he would die in the hands of the "blood demon" Yan Heng. The laughter was extremely desolate and helpless, with a trace of retention of the world. However, the subsequent laughter suddenly changed, became sad and became resentful.

"Lord Evil God will not let you go."

Then, Shen Kuang's body suddenly bulged, and the energy of his whole body gathered in Dantian.

"Looking for death." Yan Heng quickly grasped Shen Kuang's heart.

"Boom."

A loud noise means that Yan Heng did not stop the other party's self-detonation, and it also means that a famous figure disappeared from the mainland.

"Puff." Yan Heng slowly came out of the explosion and saw that he grabbed Shen Kuang's arm and was blown to pieces.

"What a pity." Thinking that the method of cultivation failed to be reached, Yan Heng couldn't help feeling a little regret.

Then, he saw Yan Heng take a breath, and the nearby blood gas poured into his body.

"Kka-ka." Yan Heng's broken arm began to squirm, and half an hour later, a new arm appeared completely.

"It took half a year of my blood." As soon as I finished speaking, I felt the place where Shen Kuang self-exploded, where the blood was a little more than that of the other party.

If Chen Feng was here and left, he could know that there was extremely pure soul energy in the blood, but Yan Heng didn't know it, but he intuitively felt that these things were good for him, so he suddenly absorbed them.

After its absorption, its strength actually broke through to the third-level holy land.

"This blood refining method is really not simple, it's a pity."

Looking at the bloody sword on the ground, if Shen Kuang is still alive, Yan Heng will probably cut him thousands of times.

"Chen Feng, I didn't expect you to step into the Holy Land. This talent, but whether you can still live this time depends on whether your life is strong and chatter."

As soon as the words fell, the whole person turned into a bloody shadow and soared away.

Chen Feng and others rode a tall horse and talked about the world on the road, which was also happy all the way.

"Wanted Brother Feng, what is the god of light?" Xiao Qianshang looked at the letter in his hand and was angry. The letter wrote that the god of light wanted to capture Chen Feng, but Mu Su was not his opponent. In the mercenary hall, the leaders of some mercenary regiments were wise and did not want to travel through this muddy water. Xiao Qianshang opposed the release of mercenary tasks, and the mercenary hall no longer asked.

"Mir Xiao, the commander of the blood mercenary regiment is here."

"Fantha, why do you have time to come to me?"

"Ha, regimental commander Xiao is also a powerful figure. He became famous in this battle of the demon clan, but made some people who shouted how powerful they were every day shut up honestly."

The commander of the blood mercenary regiment never discloses his name to the outside world. Many people call him the commander of the war regiment or the commander of the blood war regiment. In short, not many people know his real situation.

"How can there be a commander of the war? My small mercenary regiment has been saved by the commander of the war before."

"I won't say anything else, Chief Xiao, you are also a powerful figure. It's nothing if you don't participate in the arrest of Chen Feng and oppose the release of the task. This is all justifiable, but don't think about helping Chen Feng."

"Oh, there is something in the commander's words."

"Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about your brothers. This arrest is not only the so-called god of light, but also the Thunder raised his hand to agree. It is impossible for the blood tomb to sit. This time, we mercenary regiments either do not participate in it, watch the bustle outside, or join in it. , capture Chen Feng, even if our mercenary regiment is thriving and has a large number of people, any of them can easily destroy the personnel of our three regiments.

"Thank you, Commander, for your beauty. I'll treat you to a drink tonight."

"This wine can be drunk again in the future. I'm just here to remind Commander Xiao."

After saying that, the head of the bloody mercenary regiment said goodbye.