Chapter 59 Eternal Night, Dragon Roar
"Wow~"
Zeng Anmin came ashore from the water, and the water droplets on his clothes fell into lines and dripped to the ground.
He was not deliberately controlling.
The ground and feet make a rustling sound.
"Who?!"
The majestic body of King Jiang in front turned his head sharply.
Those ice-like eyes looked like an eagle and a wolf under the moonlight.
His voice was so thick that it could be heard from every leaf in this dense forest, and there was a faint sound of wind.
Zeng Anmin didn't speak. He walked step by step, the short ax in his hand following the path he came from, forming a line of cold light.
The tall and straight figure was illuminated by the moonlight, like a ghost coming to threaten his life.
"Da, da, da."
One step, two steps...
Finally, he reached a place less than two feet away from King Jiang.
King Jiang saw the extremely conspicuous hood on his head, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
He stared at Zeng Anmin, his voice was extremely cold, and he said word by word:
"Black, cat, Wu, husband?
"Not bad."
Zeng Anmin's hoarse voice sounded, and his attention was focused on King Jiang, guarding against him escaping at any time.
"I'm here today to take your dog's life."
His voice was cold and emotionless.
Accompanying the cold wind on a cold night, it sounds like the Lord of Hell.
King Jiang could not escape from his own hands alive.
"Eighth-grade martial artist, take the life of this king?"
King Jiang seemed to have heard a joke, a sneer appeared on Hanshuang's face.
He looked up and down at the approaching Zeng Anmin without paying any attention.
Now that he was out of control, he didn't feel nervous at all. His cold eyes seemed to be watching a dog barking.
King Jiang practiced martial arts.
Everyone in the officialdom of Liangjiang County knows it.
This is not something difficult to find out.
It's just that his martial arts talent is not good, and he has never reached the seventh level of visualization.
Listen to his tone...
Zeng Anmin, who was wearing a black cat hood, frowned slightly.
Could it be that he is not the rumored eighth-grade Martial Arts Master?
"It's okay. If you die, you will believe it."
Zeng Anmin knew that he did not have much combat experience, so he wanted to strike first.
He was preparing to sneak attack King Jiang after speaking.
But he never thought that an extremely fierce roaring sound could be heard in the air.
"Chirp!!!"
King Jiang kicked the ground with his left leg and took the lead to bully Zeng Anmin.
In the night, his body was like a wild beast, walking madly.
The fist as big as a sandbag set off a fierce sound of wind, heading straight towards Zeng Anmin's door! !
mean! ! Shameless! !
This person actually thinks the same as me!
Zeng Anmin cursed secretly, he could naturally see King Jiang's attack route clearly.
But he didn't have much actual combat experience, so the first reaction he could think of was to hide.
The next moment, the martial arts aura filled him to the core.
He bent his legs and retreated violently!
"Ha!"
King Jiang missed his punch and sneered when he saw this.
With an extremely beautiful turn, the powerful left leg followed him up in an orderly manner.
"Hoo!"
The long kick came carrying the long wind.
His attack was very fast, and his kicks were followed by fists with both hands.
"Hoo!"
"Hoo!"
Between fists and kicks, Zeng Anmin was not given a chance to react.
Zeng Anmin hid somewhat embarrassedly.
King Jiang's attacks came one after another without stopping.
He could only dodge desperately, without even a chance to breathe.
Finally, his body was forced to the shore.
Behind him is the long flowing river.
"You are not Black Cat Takeo!!"
King Jiang made a quick attack and frowned.
In my impression, Black Cat Takeo kills people with one blow, and his technique is clean and neat. The man in front of him was busy with his attack, and he obviously had no combat experience.
And the spiritual weapon in his hand is a short blue sword...
"Shit!!"
A fierce look flashed in Zeng Anmin's eyes.
At this time, he has no way to retreat, and if he retreats further, he will only fall into the river.
The eyes under the hood were staring at King Jiang in front of him.
When his next blow roared out, Zeng Anmin suddenly stepped forward to meet him.
"Death!!!"
The martial arts in his body were running wildly, and the violent martial arts aura filled the meridians in his entire body like a long river.
The hatchet in his hand streaked across the sky like dawn.
"Buzz!!"
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Under the flow of martial arts aura, the short ax actually appeared in seven colors!
Such a brilliant light contained boundless murderous intent.
When King Jiang saw this, he cursed secretly.
If he were to strike with this blow, he would hit the masked man in front of him on the cheek.
But at the same time, he definitely couldn't escape the destruction of the hatchet.
"Drink!!"
He growled lowly and tried his best to hold back his fist, avoiding the blow by a hair's breadth.
“Bang!!”
King Jiang took a step and distanced himself from Zeng Anmin.
"Hiss~"
The light of the ax flickered, and this blow cut off a few strands of black hair floating in the air.
The wind howled.
The weather in the south mixed with the chill on the river gave people a biting pain.
But at this time, the two opposing people on the shore were completely unaware of this.
Each other's eyes were fixed on each other.
Zeng Anmin tried hard to adjust his breathing.
The battle just now was extremely thrilling, and he couldn't even display his original strength under King Jiang's attack.
"Hula~"
The fallen leaves on the ground gave no one any time.
After being picked up by the cold wind, it slowly floated towards the two of them.
King Jiang's eyes suddenly burst into light.
The next moment, scales began to flash on his body.
The scales spread from the waist and abdomen to the face.
Pieces one after another, glowing dazzlingly under the moonlight.
At the same time, a slight line of water emerged from between the scales.
Coupled with the fishy smell of water and strange fluctuations.
Watery!
This is a meaning unique to the seventh-level martial arts contemplation realm! !
King Jiang's body has undergone great changes.
"No matter who you are, today I will cut off your flag as a sacrifice to my king!!"
At this time, his momentum reached its peak.
The oppressive force emanating from itself swept straight towards Zeng Anmin.
at the same time.
A joking smile appeared on King Jiang's face, and he looked at Zeng Anmin as if he were looking at a dead person:
"It is rumored by the outside world that I have no martial arts talent."
"I guess you are so confident because you have believed the rumors from the outside world."
"Death in the hands of the visualization state, even seeing ghosts is enough to be proud."
King Jiang's huge body showed a leisurely stroll, walking forward step by step, intending to put huge psychological pressure on the person opposite with the black cat hood.
At the same time, the water ripples emanating from the scales became more violent and anxious.
……
Zeng Anmin looked at King Jiang who was gradually approaching, without any disturbance in his heart.
A visualization state?
Haha, me too!
He looked at King Jiang who was gradually approaching, and slowly struck a pose.
His right leg is facing back and his left leg is in front. He holds the short ax lightly with both hands and slowly raises the ax blade...
Follow this action.
The hatchet in his hand blended with the night.
The martial arts aura running through the martial arts in his body flows towards the sea of consciousness.
"Groan!!!"
In the sea of consciousness, the dragon above the shadow of the Kanlong Diagram seemed to be coming over, exuding an extremely violent sense of oppression.
at the same time.
Zeng Anmin's right arm holding the hatchet changed with the dragon's roar that only he could hear...
(End of chapter)