Zhao Hu slipped, avoiding the sharpness of the machete like a swimming fish, and gathered enough energy to sweep out wildly, saying a fierce voice: "Why don't you dare?" The fierce flame demon fighting spirit turned into a long fire dragon, hanging with the shrill sound of the wind, and quickly welcomed the left fist that was as big as a sand bowl that was smashed down.

"Boom!" The fists and palms hit each other, and the powerful fighting spirit suddenly burst out, like a flat mine shaking. The rocks nearer were cracking one after another, and sharp stones flew and shot.

"Swish!" Zhao Hu was shocked by the unbearable dark fighting spirit and trembled violently. He snatched his mouth from the blood, and with a sharp roar, he crashed into the potholes on the ground.

"Puff!" The hard ground suddenly opened a human-shaped crack, and the dust of the big bunch stormed into the sky. Zhao Hu's figure disappeared into the deep pit.

“Hahahahaha…”

The black blood lord Porter flew down a raised lonely peak on one side of the pit with an arrogant and arrogant attitude, like a hideous demon god, and proudly looked at the human-shaped pit with a depth of 100 meters.

No matter how fast Zhao Hu is, as long as he fights hard with real swords and guns, his vast five thousand years of dark fighting spirit will definitely not be able to resist only four hundred years of skill.

The strong wind splattered with dust and fog, raising the blood-red cloak behind his shoulders, making a sound, and Potter pointed at the ground with a knife. The sound of killing outside the peaks was faintly heard in his ears. It was only more than thirty miles away from the battlefield. As soon as he stepped between the peaks, he thought that Zhao Hu saw that the situation was not good, so he wanted to take the opportunity to escape. He was so excited by his repeated words that he hated him to the core. How could he let him go?

"snort!"

A cold snorted from the ground, and a loud bang of the pancake, dozens of dust fog swept up. Zhao Hu was like a evil dragon drilling out of the ground, stirring up large pieces of cracked stone and soil, and jumped out of the human-shaped pit, flying slanted for two hundred meters. As soon as he fell to the ground, his body staggered and almost fell, barely standing firm, and gasping for breath.

"Hey, you're not seriously injured by such a heavy blow from me?" Potter's eyes almost popped out, and the punch showed half of his strength. The expected tragic situation of skin, flesh, belly, and intestines did not appear at all. Instead, he appeared in front of him in a lively manner, shouting in surprise.

"Well, I didn't expect you to have such a magical set of dark magic armor. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk. The demon god Solomon really favors me. I deserve this treasure today!" Potter stared at the exquisite dark magic armor on Zhao Hu's body with greedily eyes.

In his impression, he was originally a semi-light armor with bare arms, legs, face, neck, wings, hands, but unexpectedly, after he jumped out of the deep pit, he changed drastically. The complete set of dark ground armor wrapped him tightly like a steel fortress, and the ground armor on his shoulders was higher than his cheeks and was both majestic and beautiful.

Instantly converted from a beautifully shaped semi-light armor into a full set of steel armor, which can absorb most of the dark fighting spirit and resist the destructive power of the earth when it hits into the soil. Such a tricky dark magic armor is unprecedented in hearing, and immediately becomes greedy and stares at it with a burning look, almost drooling.

Not bad! Zhao Hudi relied on his long sword to protect him in time to resist the powerful blow like a landslide.

"Baobabababababa..."

The delicate armors nimblely contracted to the thicker armor, exposing Zhao Hu's face, neck, arms and legs. The soft black cloak floated like a willow in the wind. He reached out to wipe away a trace of blood from his lips, and a sinister sneer appeared on his white jade-like face.

Porter was chased by his series of tricks and tricks, and came to the mountains that rose up, causing a great situation of fighting alone. Although he was hit hard, Zhao Hu thought it was absolutely worth it. In his eyes, the Black Blood Lord was just a delicious meal.

The great method of suctioning sperm! These four words flashed through Zhao Hudi's mind like lightning!

Potter, who has five thousand years of dark fighting spirit, once he can absorb his lifelong skills, plus his body is a dark body, his strength will take a big step.

However, he also knew that he should not be careless. This person was his biggest enemy in his life. If he was not careful, he would be controlled by him. Because his five thousand years of strength was definitely something he could not resist at present.

A series of conspiracies and cunning tricks flashed in his mind, and the sneer on Zhao Hu's face became more and more sinister.

"Zhao Hu, your sneer makes me very upset!" Potter frowned with his thick eyebrows like an iron brush and said in a vicious way: "I want to pull off your head and drink your blood to see if you can still laugh?" The fierce words, from his mouth, were so natural. Drinking human blood was a popular diet among the demon nobles. For him, it was so natural!

"Drink human blood? Potter, your words remind me that a demon as strong as you must have a sweet taste in blood, right?" Zhao Hu smiled evilly, looked at Potter who was changing his face and laughed wildly, "Thank you for your reminder. I have changed my idea of ​​turning you into a lackey. Drinking your blood is also a great joy in life. Haha!"

"ah"

Potter, who was furious, roared violently and slashed out with a knife. The surging sword aura was like a storm rolled up from the ground, shaking the shadows of the swords all over the sky. There were thousands of illusory sword shadows, slashing over like a sea of ​​rushing, making people feel helpless and unresisting.

"Swish!"

Zhao Hu's figure disappeared from the spot like a phantom, and walked around behind Porter. Just by using his individual speed, he dared to compete with Porter with all his strength.

"boom!"

A small hill was thundering into millions of gravel, splashing and splashing.

"Where are you going?" Potter swung his body, with his right foot as the support point, and the entire magnificent demon body rotated back like a wind. A trained sword light flew out from behind his elbow, like the snow splashing around the ground, turning into hundreds of phantoms, slashing towards Zhao Hu behind him.

With one devil's wing, Zhao Hu was pulled by a rope and retreated hundreds of meters.

Porter sneered, following like a shadow, and the machete was like a deadly kiss of the god of death, slashing out at a faster speed.

"Shit..."

Hundreds of powerful sword energy phantoms were like a colorful sword rain, killing each sword energy. It seemed that the phantom was actually a magic phantom, but each sword energy could instantly condense into a real shape.

The Black Blood Lord’s skills should not be underestimated.

Zhao Hu dodged left and right to avoid it, in order to see the flaws, he took a close risk to attack Potter with the method of suction. The method of suction seems to be a shortcut to cultivation, but when he encounters a master who is stronger than himself, he has to take risks while coveting his powerful cultivation. If he is not careful, he will be killed on the spot. Zhao Hu's own strength is far inferior to Potter. If it weren't for the tempering of the Holy Fire Blood Refining, his agility, reaction ability, and the combat power increase of the sword without realizing it, how could he be Potter's opponent?

Even so, under the almost perfect attack of the Black Blood Lord changing rapidly, Zhao Hu had no chance to take risks in close proximity.

In a decisive battle between experts, strength is the key to victory, followed by various indicators such as eye power, tricks, judgment, and reaction. It is not that Porter is perfect and has no flaws, but that Zhao Hu has seen his flaws. In order to avoid being affected by his fierce offensive like the wind and rain, he has to give up the fleeting opportunity again and again.

Potter, who has five thousand years of dark fighting spirit, has a very large attack range. With his body as the center, within a radius of 100 meters, he is covered with powerful body-protecting fighting spirit, which makes him not consider Zhao Hu's possible counterattack, and he unscrupulously attacks again and again. With his skills and reaction, he is enough to cut him three times before Zhao Hu approaches.

Just imagine how terrible it would be for Zhao Hu with Porter's wrist strength and the taste of three swords?

Porter grinned arrogantly. He was like a majestic abyss demon bear, waving the bright sword light, chasing Zhao Hu who was desperate to avoid him. With the use of the majestic dark fighting spirit, a big machete danced out thousands of snow, and the shadow of the sword like pearls splashed across hundreds of meters around him. The hissing sound of the sword light splitting into the air was chilling!

Zhao Hu was furious. According to his current state, he would be dragged to death by Potter for a long time. How could he have a chance to turn defeat into victory? At this moment, there were two ways in front of him. The first was to use his advantage of speed to scare Potter with tricks to force him to persevere, and then he left two thousand miscellaneous troops and fled. Second, he bit the bullet and took a risk to attack!

A hint of awesome smile flashed on the corner of his lips, and fleeing without fighting was not his personality. Moreover, once you escape, the territory that the abyss had just occupied will fall apart. Under the pursuit of the Porter Legion, there is no other place to stand. What's more dangerous is that the frozen territory far away in the human world is also very likely to be attacked by the furious Black Blood Lord!

I can only fight!

"Long sword, I need armor protection all over my body!" Zhao Hu flashed a whistling knife and quickly communicated with the long sword in his dantian with his thoughts. At the same time, the qi wheel of the holy fire blood-refining blood swirled rapidly. With a loud blazing sound, more than ten meters of blazing flame demon fighting energy surged out of his body.

"KaKaKa..."

In an instant, hundreds of pieces of armor shrank into the armor bounced out, and they fit together in a tight and slit. Every inch of Zhao Hu's skin was wrapped in dark magic armor with a slight black magic light as dark as ink, looking like a robot!

"Potter, I'll fight you!" Zhao Hu roared, supported the ground with his feet, splashed two dust fog, and shot the Black Blood Lord like an arrow.

"Hahaha, it should have been like this. I am tired of chasing you like a mosquito!" Seeing this, Potter screamed excitedly, and waved a knife light from his right wrist quickly, slashing his head and chest and abdomen.

"Hey!"

Zhao Hu forced out the hard-working Sun Nether Fire, forming a layer of protective fighting spirit on the surface of the dark magic armor. His body slanted slightly, and he used his right shoulder to resist the sword light.
Chapter completed!