Porter was ecstatic, worried that Zhao Hu was as slippery as a swimming fish, and it was difficult to cut and kill. Seeing that he dared to resist the sword light, he was really unbelievable. The demon god Solomon was on it. This kid was forced to be crazy by his storm-like pursuit. As long as he killed this person, the two thousand miscellaneous army and the magical set of dark magic armor would belong to him.

"when!"

Sparks flew everywhere, and the sword aura as heavy as a pound, slammed heavily on the dark magic armor on Zhao Hu's shoulder.

The terrifying dark fighting spirit was like a mountain torrent burst out. Zhao Hu's body suddenly stopped and flew backwards with a soothing sound. With a dazzling speed, he was embedded in a hard stone wall, so deep that his figure could not be seen.

"Hahaha, Zhao Hu, you are really vulnerable..." Potter succeeded with a knife, and believed that he would never escape the birth of heaven. He laughed wildly with pride.

"Long!"

The human-shaped stone cave was smashed out, and the cracked stones were squirming and fell down the peak. As the stone powder flew, Zhao Hu staggered and struggled out, and with a thud, a large pool of scarlet blood flowed out from under the face-protecting helmet, while the dark magic armor on the right shoulder was slashed, and there was no trace of silk damage to the ground.

Porter's strength is not enough to cut off artifact-level ground protection.

The hard performance of the dark magic armor disappointed Potter and became greedy. Once the magic armor of such protective power was worn on his magic body, he was afraid that the Black Blood City family would be the only one in a radius of thousands of miles.

The powerful anti-shock force made Zhao Hu resist, and his internal organs were wounded and blood splattered. No matter how clever his skills were, his four hundred years of skillful tricks showed his innate shortcomings in the face of his absolute strength for five thousand years, and he was unable to resist Porter's offensive. But this aroused his body's bloody nature, which was lurking in his body and never admit defeat and the battle became stronger and stronger.

Humph! If you fail, you will be successful! A famous saying of a chairman flashed through Zhao Hudi's mind! At this moment, he had no way out. He wanted to escape under serious injury, but he had lost his original agility in speed. Under the temptation of the dark magic armor, Porter would never let him escape from the control of the land.

"ah!……"

Zhao Hu roared angrily and rushed up like an arrow.

You can resist my long-range sword attack. This time I will put you close to you and kill you with all your strength. See if you can still bear it! Porter smiled grimly, and he thought it was right in his mind. He raised his sword with both hands and was ready to face the battle. The three dark demon flags behind him were rushing under the urging of fighting spirit, showing his lord-level majesty.

Whoosh! Zhao Hu's blood was boiling, like a firing shell, approaching three meters in front of the Black Blood Lord.

"Zhao Hu, you die for me!"

Porter, who was five meters tall and more than two meters long, swung the two-meter-long machete. The tip of the knife was filled with black air and extremely pure dark fighting spirit, which was a hundred meters long. It was facing Zhao Hu's land, and it was like a mountain torrent, and it suddenly cut down.

He decided to kill with one knife and hunt the armor! The moment Zhao Hu rushed over, he had already held his breath and condensed his energy, staring at Potter's every move. Seeing that the momentum was fierce and unstoppable, his footsteps were like a flexible big fish, accurately avoiding the sharpness of the machete. The blade light hit his side and slashed down wildly. A muffled sound and violent fighting spirit cut into the ground, nearly a thousand meters deep, and the dust and mist in the sky exploded.

Before the Black Blood Lord could react, his hands stretched out quickly, locking tightly on his right wrist holding the knife like a pair of iron clamps, unable to suppress the ecstasy in his heart. He shouted wildly: "The great method of suction!"

The deafening roar made Potter, who had cut the air with one sword, feel a sudden shock. Before he could understand what was going on, he suddenly felt a huge suction force coming from the grip of his right wrist, as if he had broken an invisible crack. The dark fighting spirit under his full force followed the crack and quickly poured out.

“Huh?…”

Porter raised his thick eyebrows and exclaimed in surprise. Thousands of years have made him experience all kinds of battles and will. Although he didn't know what the reason was that caused a large amount of fighting spirit in his body, he realized it immediately. This strange phenomenon was above the mysterious technique of "sperm-absorbing technique" that Zhao Hu roared.

This thought flew across his mind like lightning. Potter groaned, and his infinite fighting spirit pushed his right arm forward and threw it out fiercely, trying to throw him away in one fell swoop.

The swing force was like an irresistible storm. It shook Zhao Hu from the ground with a whoosh, making his arms shaking like waves. Zhao Hu, who had red eyes, wanted to apply a dog skin plaster that could not be shaken off, and grabbed the Black Blood Lord firmly. Although he was thrown into the air, his fingers ruptured and blood splashed, gritting his teeth without letting go.

The torrent of this violent dark fighting spirit burst out from the Jueyin pericardial meridian of his hand was surging like waves. The flow of the Jueyin pericardial meridian of his hand almost caused great pain to be bursting, just like tens of thousands of needles. He knew that it was the phenomenon of the Dou Qi absorbing too quickly, so he gritted his teeth and endured it hard.

Seeing that it was difficult to shake Zhao Hu away, Potter quickly bounced up his right leg and kicked the magic dragon backwards. He kicked him hard on the armor on the abdomen with a loud bang.

"Puff!" Zhao Huru was killed by thunder, and a mouthful of blood was squirted out, and he fell to the ground along the gap between the precise helmet and armor on his face.

The heavy blow made him dizzy and almost fainted. He relied on his long sword to absorb half of his attack power and powerful demon body. The flame demon fighting spirit barely supported the kick, and a shrill roar. The demon nature, which became stronger and stronger, burned wildly. When his ten fingers tightened, almost fell into the bones of Porter's right wrist.

A large amount of dark fighting spirit poured into his dantian wildly.

The crisis of the rapid passing of Dou Qi made Potter feel fearful and murderous intent. He loosened his right hand and fell to the ground. Before he could fall a few inches, his left hand flashed and he had already firmly grasped the cold hilt. He smiled and shook his left arm. The surging dark Dou Qi surged in the blade and slashed out like a wisp of cold electricity at Zhao Hu who was about to fall in the air.

The distance was too close to Zhao Hu, and he closed his eyes and prepared to carry the sword with the dark magic armor all over his body.

The sharp sword aura, which was as fierce as a storm, carried the extremely fast sword shadow, and with a clang, it accurately cut on Zhao Hu's chest and abdomen.

"Chork chuck..."

The sound of gold and iron collision was deafening, sparks were splashing everywhere, and the sword energy burst out wildly!

The dark magic armor condensed by the long sword is a magical armor. Such a fierce knife cut, but there was no trace left, and it promptly eliminated nearly half of its attack power wave. This is the defensive instinct of the long sword, which automatically absorbs and dissolves half of the enemy's attack power wave, unless it exceeds its level to prevent the master from losing to death.

Even so, Zhao Hu's figure still shot up like a stone thrown up. If his fingers were not tightly pressed into Porter's right wrist muscles, he would have been shaken away hundreds of meters away. His two arms were like two silk threads connecting the kite. Although they were pulled straight and about to break, they still locked the right wrist toughly.

Potter fought back violently, and the dark fighting spirit stimulated became stronger and stronger, like a round of storm waves, which poured into Zhao Hu's Jueyin Pericardium Meridian. The meridian was tempered by the Holy Fire thousands of times. The strength and toughness of the people were extremely strong and tough. They were still flowing rapidly through the surging fighting spirit, almost ruptured.

From Zhao Hu grabbing Porter's right wrist to sending three fierce and fierce blows, the process was only a few seconds, and the terrible crisis and fierce fighting contained. From that heavy throw, Zhao Hu's figure did not fall underground, and kept flying in the air, like a sandbag, allowing Porter to attack, while he gritted his teeth and suffered.

A few seconds of time is a very short moment in the long river of time; but under the strange situation at this moment, it is another period of time that greatly benefited Zhao Hu.

Under the strange attack of the unprecedented sperm-sucking technique, Porter not only held his breath and condensed his fighting energy, accumulated enough energy, and threw away his hands in one fell swoop, but instead violently urged more fighting energy, trying to fly away or kill Zhao Hu on the spot. This made the five thousand-year-old dark fighting energy flow like a wild horse that ran out of reins, and almost burst Zhao Hu's hand Jueyin pericardial meridian.

In Zhao Hu's dantian, a small sun-like turbine formed by the refining of blood from the holy fire was spinning at an incredible high speed. It refines the dark fighting energy that was constantly inhaled from the Jueyin pericardium meridian of the hand at its maximum speed. Without further tempering, it quickly followed the fire snake transformed from thousands of wisps of the flame demon fighting energy to support every nerve, muscle, bone, and blood vessel in its body, and gave him as much defense as possible.

"boom!"

Tens of meters of blazing flames emerged from Zhao Hu's magic armor, and each wisp of flame was pushed straight as a sword.

Porter had thousands of years of combat experience and had rich judgment. He felt something was wrong immediately. With the loss of a large amount of dark fighting spirit in his body, he was surprised to realize that the essence of life was passing rapidly.

This nightmare discovery made him extremely frightened and he would never dare to attack randomly again. He calmed his mind, thrust his legs into a horse's waist, threw away the machete, and swirled his palms into a circling shape. With a hey, his right arm bulged with a huge suction force to fight against Zhao Hu's fearsome suction force.

This move is undoubtedly the right choice. After all, the terrifying phenomenon of the rapid passing of Dou Qi was only a few seconds. With the strength of his five thousand years of dark Dou Qi, all he lost was a drop in the bucket. As he plucked his lips and cheeks, he tried hard to retract the dark Dou Qi on his right arm, the turbulent Dou Qi immediately turned into a trickle of stream, which became very slow.

The source of Porter's Dou Qi was like a deep pool, trying his best to suck the passing dark Dou Qi. He was frightened to find that although the speed of loss slowed down significantly, it was difficult to eradicate the mysterious and unmeasurable strange sucking force. It was like a cracked gap on a dam, and the gurgling Dou Qi was like a slow stream, slowly and firmly absorbed.
Chapter completed!