The strongest talent

Uh-huh!

A brilliant beam of sword energy particles shot out from the Blood Tiger Sword. It was so beautiful and brilliant, like a rainbow that suddenly rose, containing Yuan Qing's majestic fighting spirit and his vigorous burning desire. Be full of fighting spirit and shine brightly in this vast desert.

At this moment, the assassin's face changed significantly. He retracted the triangular thorn like lightning, held the handle with his right hand, thrust with his left hand, and suddenly stepped into a lunge with his legs. There seemed to be a wild beast roaring in his chest, and a strange feeling permeated the surface of his body. The green light was the power of the sixth-level master's psychic core. He used his strongest means to explode his vitality!

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There was a long and sharp strange sound that lasted for a long time. The assassin resisted this extremely powerful sword energy. His feet plowed two deep ravines in the sand, and his calves were almost completely sunk into the ground. His life core was in Trembling, the jaws of his hands are cracking, the three-pointed thorns in his hands are shattering, and the combat uniform on his chest has completely disappeared, revealing the solid chest muscles.

Until the sword energy disappeared, the assassin retreated for more than 40 meters. His life force was obviously declining. Only the outline of the three-pointed sword in his hand was shattered. The skin on his chest was like bullet-proof glass that had experienced a strong collision, with spiderweb-like textures appearing on it. There were blood drops oozing out of the cracks; the air he exhaled was also reddish, indicating that his internal organs were obviously injured and internal bleeding had begun.

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

The sixth-level grandmaster was too strong, really too strong. The Blood Tiger Sword was already the strongest killing move, but it only broke his skin, not even the bones. The injuries to the internal organs are not serious, and there is no need to take recovery potion. It can be quickly repaired by using the psionic core, making it almost impossible to kill the opponent.

"Your strength has exceeded the upper limit of the task difficulty." The assassin looked down at his chest, reached out and pulled off his shirt, revealing smooth and powerful muscle lines; the broken skin on his chest slowly repaired, and the airflow generated by breathing no longer showed scarlet. Color, the breath became more and more calm, and the voice was as calm as ever: "Unfortunately, the upper limit of the difficulty of the task has been exceeded, but it has not exceeded my upper limit."

After saying that, he took action again, and his figure suddenly jumped out. The broken three-edged thorn in his hand was like a poisonous snake ready to strike. It was still aimed at Yuan Qing's heart, and it shot out like lightning.

"So what if you are a sixth-level 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 stream of sword energy particles did not strike out again, but It is hidden inside the Blood Tiger Sword. The sword body is dim and dull, but the power it contains is extremely amazing. It shakes and wraps around the assassin's three-edged spine.

This time, the assassin's arm lost its previous stability, and his wrist was slightly sore. The three-edged thorn in his hand suddenly retracted, and then pierced the side of his body towards Yuan Qing's left rib. At this time, Yuan Qing had also changed his sword posture and turned around to face the assassination. The attacker slashed his arm with his wrist. However, the assassin was too fast, and the three-pointed edge pierced the skin of Kai Yuanqing's chest. He suddenly retracted his arm, avoiding Yuan Qing's sword and slashed it back.

In an instant, Yuan Qing's chest was stained red with blood, the skin and flesh were turned out, and the capillaries and muscle fibers were broken in large numbers. Only the sternum firmly protected the internal organs, and all the spiritual energy of the body was combined without any shock.

Yuan Qing's spiritual energy impacted, and the skin and flesh on his chest immediately clung to the wound, and blood no longer flowed out. The Blood Tiger Sword in his hand tightened again and again, his eyes fixed on the assassin, and his heart beat faster and faster - his strength, defense, speed, It’s all too amazing. You can only block one of his moves in a confrontation, and the subsequent changes cannot keep up at all. If you are an ordinary mid-level fourth-level person, you will definitely be killed by him with one move. Even if you combine your psychic powers with your body, your skin and muscles can’t stop it. His offensive attack was a B-level three-edged thorn!

The assassin didn't give Yuan Qing time to breathe. After one move, he followed up with the second move. This time, he aimed at Yuan Qing's neck. His wrists trembled at a very high frequency. The three-sided thorn in his hand glowed with cold silver light and barely emitted any cracks. There was an empty sound, as if there was no air resistance, and he struck in front of Yuan Qing again.

Yuan Qing suddenly squatted on the ground, using his left leg as the axis, and made a sweeping move with his right leg. He took advantage of the situation and rotated his body. He no longer took a defensive position, but actively launched an attack. The Blood Tiger Sword in his hand tilted towards the assassin's waist.

The assassin's body was slightly in the air, avoiding Yuan Qing's leg and the sword. However, the speed of his body's fall was not free fall. The speed was ridiculously fast. For a moment, he was on the ground. At this time, Yuan Qing's rotation had just begun, and the hunter's three-sided The stab happened to be right at the back of the head, so he suddenly raised his hand and stabbed it.

"Try this sword!" Yuan Qing suddenly stopped in his spinning posture, tilted his head back slightly, turned his right wrist suddenly, reversed the joints, and thrust out the Blood Tiger Sword from the right side of his body. This is the above-mentioned method of replacing injuries. Use He thrust his head against the assassin's head and stabbed his right chest with the Blood Tiger Sword.

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

This time I traded injury for injury and made a profit!

"Your bones are harder than I thought." The assassin's face was expressionless, as if the pain was not worth mentioning to him. His chest muscles squirmed, and he also carried out psychic attacks. The blood immediately stopped flowing, and his right arm shook. Swinging, the three-edged thorn tore a large piece of flesh on Yuan Qing's head, and then slashed towards Yuan Qing's neck again; while Yuan Qing's body rotated, the Blood Tiger Sword once again cut the assassin's chest that had just shrunk, and while rotating, his upper body turned upside down. , supporting the ground with his left hand, spreading his legs across the chest, and slashing the assassin's legs with the sword in his right hand.

The assassin seemed to have guessed the subsequent changes in Yuan Qing's sword moves, and did not take off again. He tapped his toes lightly on the ground and suddenly retreated more than ten meters to avoid Yuan Qing's double attack. Then he stepped heavily on the ground with the soles of his feet, going back and forth as fast as Lightning strikes at Yuan Qing again.

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 the speed was a bit slower. The assassin's body almost passed by Yuan Qing, perfectly avoiding Yuan Qing's sword sweep, and the three-edged thorn in his hand cut open the back of Yuan Qing. The package tore a large piece of flesh on his back.

"No!" Yuan Qing turned around suddenly, the muscles on his face twitched slightly, and his heart tightened instantly.

The chest injury is not a big deal, but the back injury caused a lot of muscle rupture and the body's strength was seriously affected. Even if the pain was bearable, the speed and strength would be sharply reduced. His movements were not as good as him, and now he is even slower!

The assassin didn't give Yuan Qing time to swallow the potion, and Yuan Qing didn't hold the recovery potion in his mouth at first. At this moment, the assassin shot quickly, his eyes were terrifyingly cold, and his movements were as stable and concise as ever, purely with Suppressing it with strength and speed, the three-edged thorn pierced Yuan Qing's body again.

Yuan Qing couldn't dodge, and blocked it with the Blood Tiger Sword in his hand. The muscle wound on his back that had just contracted burst open again, and blood spurted out. The Blood Tiger Sword also failed to block the three-edged thorn, and only slightly shook the assassin's wrist. The sharp thorn piercing the throat scratched Yuan Qing's cheek, cutting a bloody gash deep enough to see the bone!

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

Yuan Qing tensed his muscles, trying to prevent blood loss; in his mind, Zhinao's voice sounded more than once: "Yuan Qing, you must enter the laboratory immediately. The assassin's combat power exceeds your upper limit. You have no chance." Chance to win!”

"If there is a chance, there must be one." Yuan Qing thought quickly, and even thought of the method of "entering the laboratory to take a recovery potion, and then coming out to continue fighting", but it didn't work at all. Once he enters the laboratory, the secret cannot be kept. If the hunter wants to run, he can easily leave with his speed, and he can't catch up even if he wants to.

It’s not too amazing that a fourth-level spiritual warrior can wield a sword. It can be used naturally at the sixth level, which is relatively advanced at best. However, the existence of the laboratory, the existence of hyperspace technology, the existence of the intelligent brain...these are the shocking things that must not be exposed. Big secret!

"You are able to wield a sword in the middle of the fourth level. You are already proud of yourself for being able to hold on for so long against the middle of the sixth level." The assassin held the triangular thorn in his hand and slowly walked towards Yuan Qing. His eyes were cold and his tone became weaker and weaker: " It is my duty to kill you and let you down with minimal pain. This is my respect for you. You..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

An extremely thin figure looked like a fast-running ape. He passed through the howling desert wind, and his feet set off a series of continuous explosions of dust on the sand, exploding at the ultimate speed that he could reach. He was holding a ball of extremely brilliant golden light, his arm was cracking and bleeding, and he went three points faster at the limit speed, and suddenly punched out the strongest punch.

The infuriating energy links the body and cooperates with the singularity infuriating energy, Gui Gui's strongest killing move!

"Little Ghost Ape?!" The assassin instantly recognized the identity of the person, and reacted like a reflex. He stabbed the three-pointed "sword" in his hand at Gui Gui's chest. While retreating suddenly, he crossed his palms with his hands. Block Guigui's right fist.

Gui Gui did not dodge the three-sided thorn, and shot out with electricity from the alloy fist glove of his left hand, holding on to the three-sided thorn tightly. His charging posture was mostly reduced by the impact of the three-sided thorn; but his right fist still hit hard. There was a slight cracking sound of finger bones in the palm of the assassin's hand.

All this happened very quickly, but Yuan Qing moved faster. The blood tiger sword in his hand almost flew up when Gui Gui charged; he did not wield the sword, but held it in his hand and threw it hard, like a The light bursts out of the sky.

He did not have any communication with Gui Gui, but in this flash of lightning, he completed an incomparable tacit cooperation; he made a throwing motion, and the Blood Tiger Sword carried the Sparking Sky Sword Qi contained in the sword body, completely showing In a straight line, shoot towards the assassin's throat!

At this moment, the assassin's body retreated rapidly under the impact of Gui Gui's fist. He could not turn around, change direction, or make effective dodge movements; however, when the Blood Tiger Sword was about to come, he still twisted his neck. , trying his best to avoid Yuan Qing's throat-piercing sword.

It was also at this moment that the assassin's pupils suddenly dilated, and he thought of a creepy and terrifying thing.

Yuan Qing's throwing action is fake, he can handle a sword!