Zhou Baopu was not shaken by Zhou Yuan's words at all. Zhou Baopu only had one goal in mind, which was to completely defeat Zhou Yuan. Even though Zhou Yuan was already a ninth-level blood disciple and was about to be promoted to a blood disciple, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he felt some vague expectation in his heart.
The ninth level of blood disciple means that Zhou Yuan's blood energy has been able to circulate in his body for nine days. The stored blood energy is not very much, but for a guy like Zhou Baopu whose blood sea cannot store blood energy, it is simply too much. There were too many. If we only looked at his cultivation, Zhou Baopu would definitely lose.
Furthermore, even if blood energy doesn't mean anything, Zhou Yuanyuan has become a master and has practiced martial arts after all. No matter from any aspect, Zhou Baopu seems to have no chance of winning. Zhou Baopu may not be very clear about this, but Zhou Yuanyuan But it is clearly tight.
But even so, Zhou Baopu did not dare to loosen his strings. From Zhou Baopu's point of view, it was almost an incredible event for Zhou Baopu to become a blood disciple. He was still not sure whether Zhou Baopu was a blood disciple again. He was pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, so he didn't let go of his caution at all.
"Arrogant, whoever wins the game won't just rely on words!"
"Then let's do it!"
Zhou Baopu was not polite to Zhou Yuanyuan. When he said this, he opened the hem of his clothes and exposed his trousers. Pulling out the dark curved sickle in his belt with his right hand, Zhou Baopu seemed to feel the hot blood on the curved sickle, and his whole temperament seemed to become colder.
"Okay, since you want to die, then I will help you!"
Zhou Yuanhan said in a cold voice, while the sword in his hand trembled. Zhou Yuan's wrist only trembled slightly, but the sword started to beat sharply, drawing egg-sized circles in the void. The sharp edge reflected the firelight, and a fiery red light came from Zhou Yuan. The long blade of the sword was reflected on Zhou Baopu's face.
The sword light reflected by the flames illuminated Zhou Baopu's face, making the chill on his face suddenly appear more intense, as if even the firelight wanted to be frozen.
Just when the ray of fire flashed across Zhou Baopu's cheek, Zhou Yuan's footsteps moved, as light as a dragonfly touching water, taking mysterious steps. Zhou Yuan's figure actually moved strangely fast, towards Zhou Baopu's He moved forward, and it still didn't look fancy at all, but it had a thrilling effect.
In fact, when Zhou Yuanhua played against Liu Shaoqiang, Zhou Baopu had already studied Zhou Yuan's move. At that time, he concluded that there was no way to break it. But now facing this move, Zhou Baopu suddenly had a feeling. It was a very strange feeling, and he felt that there was no need to crack it.
Zhou Yuan's move seemed to have no purpose, but in fact it seemed to be preparing for the next attack target.
Zhou Baopu knew that after the attack target was determined, Zhou Yuan Yuan's sword would definitely become more urgent, and its speed would immediately increase to another level. This is why Liu Shaoqiang was already defeated by Zhou Yuan Yuan's men as soon as they made contact. reason.
Although he didn't know what kind of sword move Zhou Yuan used, Zhou Baopu didn't dare to be careless at all. When the sword move didn't point to a clear part of his body, Zhou Baopu didn't act rashly at all, and didn't look panicked at all. He tightened his grip on the curved sickle, and focused on the movement of the long sword in Zhou Yuan's hand. His expression did not dare to relax at all, and he looked confident.
Stopping with stillness was the only way Zhou Baopu could think of at this moment to deal with Zhou Yuan's sword move.
When Zhou Baopu did this, Zhou Yuan's attack was almost in front of him.
Although it was said to be slow, it was actually extremely fast. In the flash of lightning, the tip of Zhou Yuan's sword was almost less than one meter away from Zhou Baopu's chest.
However, since Zhou Yuan's sword moves had no definite trend, Zhou Baopu had no intention of blocking it at all. It was as if Zhou Baopu could not avoid Zhou Yuan's seemingly ordinary and light thrust. It was as if he was deliberately seeking defeat and automatically put his body on the sword.
But just when everyone was wondering, Zhou Yuan's sword moves suddenly changed. With a flick of his wrist, the long sword in his hand was like a dragon emerging from the water. It suddenly moved a few minutes faster and attacked Zhou Baopu's left chest brazenly. He walked over and looked at the fierce look, as if he wanted to kill him with a fatal blow.
Zhou Baopu's reaction speed was already very fast, and after the blood energy transformed his physical fitness, it was even more extraordinary.
His body suddenly trembled, his feet did not leave the ground, and he bent back, making a deep bending motion. The curved sickle in his right hand suddenly swung out, as if he had predicted the trend of Zhou's long sword move. , suddenly blocked the path of the sword.
"Ping!"
The dark scythe collided with the sword without hesitation. Zhou Baopu's wrist flicked, and a powerful force burst out from his arm and hit the sword along the curved scythe. In an instant, Zhou Baopu was shocked. His arms felt a little numb, and the long sword in his hand almost didn't fall.
Zhou Yuan Yuan's expression couldn't help but become solemn. He had already taken the sword with his body's reaction speed. It has to be said that even as an opponent, Zhou Yuan Yuan couldn't help but be impressed by Zhou Baopu's growth and strength. stand up.
The cold light was exposed. Zhou Baopu did not show the slightest joy when he saw the blade of the sword being slashed by the curved sickle, because he knew that Zhou Yuan's biggest killing move had not been used yet. Once he slacked off in the slightest, the consequences would be , it is definitely unimaginable.
"No need to hold back, use your blood quickly. Otherwise, you will regret it if you lose later."
Zhou Baopu's cold voice sounded. Instead of pursuing the victory, Zhou Baopu reminded Zhou Yuan.
"Well, judging from your performance so far, it's enough for me to use my blood."
Zhou Changqing said, straightening the long sword in his hand. At the same time, a red light rose up from the long sword, as if it was addictive. Like a blood elf, the red flame reflected the color, making the air in the air seem to condense and turbulent.
Seeing Zhou Yuanyuan finally using his blood energy, Zhou Baopu couldn't help but get more than 200% alert in his heart. Although he could sense the blood energy, Zhou Baopu could only be regarded as a beginner of blood disciples, and he couldn't let the blood energy in his body at all. Wandering, let alone running for several days, let alone being able to control the blood energy to attack the enemy.
Seeing the red light emitting from the sword in Zhou Yuan's hand, everyone was suddenly shocked. Is this the unique attack method of the blood refiner?
It is indeed powerful enough and shocking enough!