Tatsuro took a deep breath.
He squeezed out a hiss like a wild animal from his throat.
His left arm shook and his muscles squirmed, quickly suppressing the excruciating pain and crawling with determination on his face.
In the past, Broken Blade would have admired this fierce man who would not stop until he died.
But today, he had only impatience.
The heavy Broken Blade in his hand emitted a cold chill, and with a gulp, he charged forward like a tiger descending from a mountain, the Broken Blade looked like a pouring ocean at this moment, and within a few feet around this area, there was the oppression before the storm.
The tiger was like a tiger descending a mountain.
Although he had a broken arm.
But at this moment, standing like a green pine, his face like a rock, only his left hand was trembling gently.
The trembling was not fear, but he was building up his strength.
The whole left arm was swelling at this moment, a green tendon coiled like a green dragon.
This was already a punch that had been poured with full strength.
At the moment when the broken sword came, Chen Long gave a fierce cry, and the veins on his left arm burst like green dragons, and instead of blood flowing, they firmly adhered to his arm, and in just an instant, the arm was like a red-hot iron rod, but this redness was his own blood.
“Ah!”
He roared.
Exerting his full strength, he broke the bindings the moment the knife closed in.
Though only one step could be moved!
But this step was enough for him to make his most powerful counterattack.
Giving up his defence, Cinnabar Dragon took a death defying strike.
The whole left arm attacked out like red lightning, a clash between lightning and a gale of wind and waves.
It was thrilling.
Boom!
It was only a moment.
Both of them stopped their movements.
Blood continued to flow down as the thick, short blade had slashed above Tatsuro’s left shoulder, while Tatsuro’s left hand, which was stained red, had pressed against the broken blade’s chest.
“Brother!”
Mao Hare shrieked.
She could see that most of the blood was Cinnabar’s. With the slashing of the broken blade, nine huge slash wounds appeared all over Cinnabar’s body, each one deep to the bone, and under the tumbling of blood and flesh, he was already as white as paper and unsteady on his feet.
He fell to the ground.
Cinnabar Dragon’s body twitched and his gaze was slightly confused, but he soon reacted again and used all his remaining strength to shout, “Come out!”
“Ahem!”
Broken Blade coughed.
A large mouthful of blood spat out, he was no better, having taken a desperate blow from Cinnabar Dragon, he just felt like his internal organs were about to explode.
“You are indeed not bad, the first person under the Demigods.” Broken Blade wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, “Given some time, you could have become a Demigod, or even among the best of Demigods, but you don’t have that chance anymore, now tell me where that blade is!”
Chen Long looked at Broken Blade, but it was like looking at a clown, he said, “Everything is just a game, Broken Blade, you can never win.”
“That’s enough! Where is the knife!”
Broken Blade roared.
Blood kept spitting out of Tatsuro’s mouth and he just looked at the guy in front of him, who had gone mad into a frenzy, with pity.
“I’ll kill this woman!”
Seeing him like this, Broken Blade was even more mortified and his gaze went straight to Mao Hare.
“Brother Chen Long!” Mao Hare was not afraid at all, and her heart was filled with sadness as she looked at Cinnabar Dragon, whose vitality continued to diminish.
Cinnabar Dragon looked at her before biting the tip of his tongue and roaring, “Come out! I’ve done it all!”
“Die!”
Broken Blade bellowed.
Broken Blade then went straight for Uggs head.
And that was the moment.
A piece of rubble broke through the air.
Only a dang sound was heard as the thick, broken blade changed direction and grazed the Uggs.
“Who!” Broken Blade could clearly feel the powerful force contained in this flying stone, and with a grim and alert gaze he looked to one side and bellowed, “Come out!”
“The First Demigod of the Nine Mysteries?”
Qin Hai’s eerie voice suddenly rang out as he walked slowly, his long hair continuously flowing, his eyes beneath his mysterious mask reflecting killing intent and playfulness as he said, “I can’t believe you’re a demon who has entered the demons, I really don’t know how you got to this point of being a demigod.”
“Seeking death!”
Broken Blade bellowed.
Then came a leap.
A slash came down, however, Qin Hai did casually flick his sleeve, instantly dissolving the power of the slash. Broken Blade’s pupils twitched violently, then he quickly withdrew his power and hurriedly retreated a distance of several feet.
Swoosh!
Two tiny stones struck out.
The ropes binding Mao Hare broke instantly, and not caring about anything else, she hurriedly ran to the side of Chen Long, picked him up carefully and cried, “Brother Chen Long, don’t leave me.”
“This is my life.”
Chen Long felt something in his heart, and then looked at the mysterious masked man and said, “I’ve done it all.”
“You can.”
Qin Hai nodded his head.
It was a sort of acknowledgement of what Chen Long had done.
Not paying any attention to him, Qin Hai walked slowly towards Broken Blade and said softly, “I’m sure the heirloom jade seal is with you every inch of the way, are you going to hand it over yourself or are you going to let me kill you before taking it out?”
“What a big mouth!”
Although injured.
But at this moment, Qin Hai was already one step away from becoming a dragon, although this step would be very difficult, but at this moment, his body was like basalt iron, his bones were like vajra, he had reached the most perfect level, his essence and spirit were one with his physical body, there were almost no flaws to speak of.
Even if he stands quietly for an hour or two.
It is impossible for him to find the broken blade.
A sharp gasp bubbled through Broken Blade’s nostrils as he grew increasingly irritable, wondering why his spirit was showing signs of storming out at the sight of this mysterious masked man.
Qin Hai laughed lightly, “It seems you have made your choice!”
As the words fell.
His whole body moved with a breeze, not in a hurry, just like an exiled immortal strolling, but the broken blade facing Qin Dahai directly felt a powerful pressure comparable to the ninth heaven, a pressure he had only ever felt on a god.
“Don’t even think about it!”
He roared.
His breath bulged out, breaking away the mighty pressure.
But at that moment, Qin Hai was already close to him.
He barely had to make a move with his sword when a palm was already slapped.
The palm seemed light, but Broken Blade did not dare to be careless and hurriedly drew his sword to block his chest.
Dang!
The dull movement made one’s head feel faint.
Qin Dahai slapped his palm squarely on the thick body of the broken blade.
Broken Blade’s whole body trembled violently, his face, already pale, became more and more like white paper, and the scarlet in his eyes all seemed to be dispersed by the slap.
He let out a muffled grunt.
The whole man took four or five steps backwards.
Qin Dahai sneered, then in the degree of a thousand, just palm to turn into claws, directly to lock his chest, broken blade did not dare to be careless, side dodge at the same time, pick up a knife to cut Qin Dahai wrist.
But Qin Dahai’s wrist moved, and then his five fingers clamped down on the blade with unerring accuracy!
