Doomsday Master

Black impermanence is a magic knife, and the magic knife naturally needs blood.

But the origin and quantity of this blood have other requirements.

Generally speaking, effort is the best, followed by other blood. Often the stronger the blood sucked, the greater the power that Impermanence can exert. In any case, it is always difficult to compare the blood of the owner. And Yan Chengjiu allowed Heiwuchang to **** his own blood very few times. It was really uncomfortable to be sucked by his own knife.

But Yan Chengjiu didn't have much choice now.

The strength of Rong Zhen in front of him has exceeded his expectations.

There is only one chance left. If Rong Zhen can't be controlled, there will be almost no suspense in the next fight.

After Heiwuchang pierced Yan Chengjiu's chest, Rong Zhen noticed some changes in Yan Chengjiu's body.

It stands to reason that if you feed your own efforts to the Demon Saber, your strength will be greatly lost, but this is not the case with Yan Chengjiu. Not only has there been no loss of power, but it is still rising.

Incredible!

Rong Zhen couldn't help looking at Yan Chengjiu's gaze more seriously.

Fortunately, there is only one move. If Yan Chengjiu can't turn defeat into victory with this move, then there will be little hope.

Rong Zhen waited by the side in his spare time.

This comes from self-confidence.

Out of self-confidence that you have the power now.

Although he is not a general, he is definitely not inferior to a general in strength.

If Yan Chengjiu can defeat him, why should he borrow the heart of a general?

The speed of power climbing has stopped!

Yan Chengjiu in front of him also moved.

When Heiwuchang pulled out Yan Chengjiu's chest again, the blade had already turned red.

Perhaps only Yan Chengjiu's talent knows how much blood this knife has sucked from him. Today's Yan Chengjiu can stand, not relying on his own strength, but his own strength.

For the task force of Yan Chengjiu's level, the loss of blood can no longer be a fatal factor, and the speed of body recovery is far beyond people's imagination. From the time he got the black impermanence, the total amount of blood he fed to it was probably not as much as this time.

Yan Chengjiu twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to smile.

Forgive him for not being able to laugh.

"Do you think you can defeat me now?" Rong Zhen sighed, "If I can, I really don't want to be an enemy of you. As long as you step back now, I promise not to do it to you, how about? Wait for the effect of my body to pass. , If you want revenge, it's up to you, why bother to head-on with me at this time?"

"There are many ways to have power, so why are you obsessed with and the elixir?" Yan Chengjiu asked, "If everything in the world can be explained by reason, there won't be so many disputes."

Many things are simply unreasonable.

It's like Yan Chengjiu now.

He also knew that it was not a good result to confront the current Rong Zhen, but could he really wait until Rong Zhen's medicinal effect passed and died before shamelessly approaching Emperor Wu to take the general's heart?

No, Yan Chengjiu couldn't do it.

Even if he can pull his face down to do this, he is doomed to fail when he merges with the general's heart.

This is not Yan Chengjiu's choice, nor is it his principle.

Yan Chengjiu held Heiwuchang tightly, and the battle clothes on his body also exuded a powerful aura.

What will I do, what do I have?

Yan Chengjiu thought so, almost all his own power burst out.

His domain wraps these powers together and tightly clings to Yan Chengjiu's side, making Yan Chengjiu now look more like a demon walking down the battlefield, rather than a person. The bright red demon knife in his hand is even more demon-like, which makes people feel unbearable after a second glance.

"Come on." Rong Zhen smiled lightly while looking at Yan Chengjiu with firm eyes.

He really didn't read it wrong.

Yan Chengjiu who looked like this really looked like His Majesty Wu Huang when he was young.

Yan Chengjiu walked towards Rong Zhen unhurriedly, instead of hiding his figure and attacking with speed as usual.

The advantage of fastness lies in the fact that the opponent can't defend against it, and can also achieve unexpected results, but this kind of speed is like a snail crawling in Rongzhen's eyes, so Yan Chengjiu simply gave up speed and poured everything into his own strength.

There seemed to be a howling of excitement from the black impermanent knife, and the evil spirit on the knife gradually affected Yan Chengjiu's own sanity.

Before the advent of Yan Chengjiu, Heiwuchang was famous for his "inhibition".

Those masters who could not suppress the power of the black impermanence would all fall victim to the demon sword until they died at the last moment of the battle. However, Yan Chengjiu gave almost half of the blood in his body to Heiwuchang, and poured his strength on the blade, leaving Yan Chengjiu not much power.

Yan Chengjiu's eyes gradually became indifferent and merciless, and almost assimilated into the same red as the black impermanence.

There were countless holes in the robe on Rong Zhen's body instantly.

Even if it is such a carefully refined Taoist robe, it is difficult to resist such a terrible evil spirit?

It's ridiculous.

Such a demon knife, which was obviously more suitable for sipping blood on the battlefield, fell into the hands of a person like Yan Chengjiu who insisted on not killing innocent people indiscriminately, but it happened that such a person survived in the end.

Skynet is restored without leakage.

Is it causal or inevitable?

Rong Zhen thought for a while, but put those thoughts away.

Probably his current strength has reached the level of a general, so even some things that should not be considered by him also appeared in his mind.

Yan Chengjiu was already three steps away from Rongzhen.

The black impermanent sword was raised high, and almost everything around was swept away, leaving nothing left.

Rong Zhen raised his head, only feeling that the bright red color almost dazzled his eyes.

...

"He must be in front, a bad old man, how long can he live?"

"Don't forget, your Majesty has issued a killing order. As long as you kill him, you will be promoted to three levels in a row, and you will be rewarded with ten thousand silver!"

"If we can't kill him, we will go back to see your majesty."

Several generals wearing armors each led a small team, almost surrounded here.

All of them were people who killed thousands of enemies on the battlefield. They were so angry that they were so angry that even their weapons had become so angry that they were soaked in human blood. Such people, even if they are alone, don't have any lonely ghosts daring to approach. Now hundreds of people have come, letting the spirited demons and ghosts around them leave everything behind and escape.

Using such a fierce future to chase and kill an alchemist favored by the emperor was indeed an overkill.

But no one dared to say that the new emperor did something wrong.

The first emperor died violently because of taking this demon's pill. Such a person is not an exaggeration to even ten clans. Where can anyone dare to plead?

Sending so many people is also just in case.

After all, this demon way still has some real skills.

Zhang Yanzhen ran all the way, looking embarrassed.

He ran all the way, but it was not the soldiers behind him that was afraid, but the fragments that appeared in his mind from time to time.

As a tasker, it's really useless to mix him like this.

However, he is about to start the newcomer task, and some memories of the past will appear in his mind from time to time.

It was like now, as if when, he had also suffered the same attack, even worse than the current situation. But no matter how Zhang Yanzhen thinks back, he can't always remember.

The emperor was not murdered.

His mission is to live in this world for ten years. As there are so many demons today, only the dragon energy in the palace can suppress one or two. Zhang Yanzhen got into the palace because he had the ability to subdue demons and demons to refine pills.

This first emperor was clearly poisoned by the new emperor of the prince, but he found out that something was wrong and became the one who was behind the scenes.

If this continues, let alone a newcomer's trial, I am afraid that this world task will not be able to pass.

"Where is he!"

"Kill him!"

Before Zhang Yanzhen's eyes, the figures of the soldiers appeared, and he saw the big swords raised high towards him.

A knife slashed on him, directly cutting off his bones, but because of the special nature of the tasker, he did not die immediately.

He could only feel the passing of his own blood a little bit, and his vitality began to weaken.

I can not be reconciled.

I can not be reconciled!

I want to live, I want to try newcomers, want to know how I died before?

I have dedicated my life to your majesty. Why would I become a tasker?

I want to know, want to know!

"Cut off his head, let's go, he is out of breath."

"Yes."

It hurts, it hurts.

Zhang Yan really felt lower and lower, and he almost died.

"You... who are you?"

"roll."

The soldiers left their heads and ran away, and they dared not say a word in front of the person in front of them.

The young man picked up the head in front of him and came to the headless corpse.

He carefully placed the head and the body together.

The soldier's knife was sharp, the wound on his neck was flat, and his head and body were connected together, as if there was just a red line on his neck.

"You haven't done anything evil." The young man glanced at him quietly, "It's really rare to be obsessed with such a powerful corpse."

"No matter, being able to meet is also a fate."

The youth lightly stroked his wrist, and a few drops of blood fell on the wound where the head and the corpse were connected.

A miracle happened.

The wound healed quickly, and even Zhang Yanzhen's face became younger.

"You should wake up, and I should go too." The young man smiled and quickly left the place.

Zhang Yanzhen woke up, feeling that his mouth was quite thirsty. He ran to a stream and drank a few sips of water before realizing the changes in his body.

He looked at the shadow in the water and could hardly believe it.

Could it be that he met the legendary elixir of life?

Rong Zhen stretched out his hand, and the black impermanent blade directly cut off his palm and rushed towards his chest.