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Even though he did not know what was really inside, nor did he know how to stop this kind of violent and never-ending fight, he was not the least bit anxious, not even the least bit anxious. She was very stable, and even had the feeling of being crushed by this kind of long time.

Since his revival, he seemed to have never felt such thrilling thrill. When he fought with Zhong Ming, he was suppressed by the Alliance, and when he fought with those strange trees, he suppressed himself intentionally or unintentionally. There was never a time like now where he was able to unleash, crush or even massacre without reservation. That's right, Xuan Hao had already begun his slaughter.

Not only did his right hand transform into a dragon claw, even his left arm had become a thick and sturdy black dragon claw. The black scales were embedded on her arms one by one. The dragon claw looked exceptionally sharp, and the whole thing felt black, with a faint silver glow. In the white mist, it continuously circulated, flickered, and then extinguished, filling the entire arm.

Even if it was in the white mist, being smart enough to not see the change in the number of choices, and unable to see it with the naked eye, Xuan Hao's aura had instantly risen. However, the conclusion of the bloodline contract between Zhou Ming and Xian Hao allowed her to use the changes in the bloodline aura to deduce the changes in Xuan Hao's current body structure. He did not know how strong Zhong Ming's bloodline was when he was in his human form, or how much his blood flow and the blood aura he emitted was compared to Zhong Ming's. However, every time he turned into a dragon, or a part of his body turned into a dragon, the flow of his blood started to speed up crazily. When this anomaly gradually revealed itself, Zhong Ming also roughly understood Xuan Hao's current situation.

All in all, when Zhong Ming finished, he tried to recall his messy thoughts. He silently raised his head and felt a fishy smell in front of him. Not even waiting for him to think about what had happened, the unknown creature in the rain of blood was already torn to pieces by Xuan Hao's sharp dragon claws. Streaks of bright red blood exploded in the air instantly, and the rich smell of blood instantly covered the pungent yet indescribably fragrant smell of the overflowing flowers and grass.

Luckily, Zhong Ming was able to dodge in time. Not a single drop of blood landed on his body or on that handsome and cold face.

Zhong Ming silently suppressed the thoughts in his heart. He concentrated and followed Xuan Hao, walking out with his back to back. He took the first step that he had taken ever since he entered this place. Zhong Ming slowly walked towards a place not too far away from Xuan Hao. The more he killed, the more pleased he was.

Zhong Ming and Xuan Hao finally entered a state of preparation.

However, within the fog, they did not know what kind of creatures were causing this disturbance. Of course, the word 'living' only applied to describe the unknown enemies. At this moment, they had no idea if the one in front of them was a living being or not.

She had lived for two lifetimes, and was used to seeing the evils of the human heart. Even if she was the corpse of her ancestors, under the circumstances where she weighed the pros and cons, Zhong Ming would still choose to kill her in the end. After all, if it was their ancestors, they themselves would not want to be the stumbling blocks in preventing their descendants. Just by this point, he had proven that for the sake of his ancestors' intentions, he couldn't let go of these mysterious creatures.

However, in the end, in order to fulfill her master's wish, in order to survive in this world, she might not hesitate to kill these enemies without hesitation. Of course, if these enemies came up to kill him, then there was no need to hesitate. All of his considerations were not that important in front of Zhong Ming and the water chestnut grass.

Even though they still did not know what the other party was up to, their firepower was still very strong. Zhong Ming had only summoned his own Blue Spirit, and with a few sword shadows, they instantly shattered the unknown creatures in the rain of blood and scattered blood clots all over the city inside the fog.

Zhong Ming's relaxed sword shadows occasionally drew a sword flower. The blue light was faintly discernible in the fog, and when the sword flower was drawn, the blue light instantly turned into a magnificent and exquisite piece.

Unlike Zhong Ming, Xuan Hao was simple and straightforward. His five dragon claws were hanging straight on the enemy's throat, but of course, it could also be not a throat, but some unknown parts. However, the dragon claws that he had chosen were big enough to have enough strength, no matter what he pinched, the instantaneous burst of strength could crush everything in his hands to pieces. This was a simple and crude method, but there were still some people who hurt themselves. He didn't know if the unknown creatures had poison, so Xuan Hao had no choice but to use this method. Then, her other method became even more cruel.

When his five sharp dragon claws sensed that the other party was about to pounce on them, that was when the bloody wind covered the pungent smell of flowers and grass mixed together in the air, and that also the fragrant smell, under Zhong Ming's not knowing situation, Xuan Hao would instantly get excited, seizing this hard-won opportunity to crush everything. Therefore, he also shouted out his majesty, and the dark red magic on the wall exploded in the air, and his five dragon claws instantly took on the shape of five huge blades in the air. Therefore, he also shouted his majesty, and the dark red magic on the wall exploded in the air, and his five dragon claws instantly took on the shape of five huge blades in the air.

In fact, it could even be said that she had killed a friend. Blood erupted in waves, and in the air, they were hidden in the mist, one after another, broken limbs and flesh fell to the ground, rolling off into the distance. However, all of this seemed like an endless action film, Zhong Ming continued to swing his sword, and every now and then, he would form sword flashes, occasionally connecting all of his moves together and bombarding them to his opponent. His actions were like a feast of flowing water. Zhong Ming almost treated this as a practice competition.

Xuan Hao was also repeating his moves nonstop. Chopping, chopping, crushing, and breaking out of the air with a sharp blade made from martial arts that became increasingly sharp, increasingly heavy, and increasingly blood-red. All of his simple offensive moves had been reinforced, as if they were muscle memories, to the point that they had reached a point where they were reflexive. Zhong Ming was the same. During this long period of time, he kept repeating the moves he did when he was being beheaded. The two of them had reached the level of memorizing the movements through their muscles.

Only when the two of them got tired of repeating this action over and over again without the pleasure of slaughtering or even rolling did Zhong Ming decide to give up on this slaughter method and look for clues that could help them achieve a breakthrough.

Zhong Ming's handsome yet strong face had a frown on it. His long and narrow almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly. The corners of his lips were stretched and he still looked stern.

He used his telepathic perception to tell Xuan Hao that he must stall all of the opponents in front of him in order to buy himself some time. She had to do something to figure out the reason for the current situation, as well as to break it.

Repeating this mechanical action for a long time might have made him a little excited at the beginning, because after all, there was a reward. However, when he really repeated this mechanical action nonstop, even someone as self-disciplined as him, who was a prince of the dragon race, couldn't help but want to give up. However, with Zhong Ning's instructions, even if he wanted to give up, he couldn't for the sake of two people's lives. Thus, under the threat of his life, the two of them each took their positions. Xuan Hao pulled Zhong Ming and all of the attacks around him back, and in fact, all of them rebounded back. As for Zhong Ming, he took advantage of this little bit of time given to him by Xuan Hao to do his best to study the method to break this current situation.

Because of the gravity, no matter how he moved, even if this space was strange, in the end, everything would fall to the ground. Corpses, flesh, and blood would all be the same. Of course, if he didn't know them, then there was nothing he could do. However, if he had the chance to see the other party's background clearly, he would try it out eventually. This way, even if he was doing useless work, it was still better than not knowing anything at all.

It moved extremely quickly, raising its long and slender fingers, lifting its trousers' legs, kneeling on one knee with its back bent, bringing its head as close to the ground as possible. The hair on its forehead naturally fell to the ground, giving it an extremely messy aesthetic feeling. However, at this moment, no one appreciated the tough and handsome looks of Zhong Yin, let alone the fact that he had such a cold and handsome temperament. At this moment, there were only a bunch of unknown creatures that could not even be considered as living creatures.

Zhong Ming pulled up his pants, and slightly moved his line of sight away from the ground. He had just seen what appeared to be corpses on the ground. They were actually pieces of wood.

He couldn't help but laugh, which made him very angry. They had actually wasted so much energy to fight against a group of wooden puppets?

He felt that he had been tricked. If he was made of wood, then that shed of blood in the air would explode one after another. Could it be an illusion of Xuan Hao and him? However, if it was just an illusion, then that didn't make sense. The smell in the air was obviously filled with the smell of blood. What was going on?

He carefully wrapped the row of wooden rocks with a barrier and floated in the air, asking it to stop in front of him.

On top of the strange poetry meet, besides the lines and wood, there were also layers upon layers of inscriptions. There seemed to be several colors, but when put together, they turned black. Zhong Ming didn't pay much attention at first, but now that he looked at these inscriptions carefully, he seemed to remember something.

Could these strange things be those evil arts?

Zhong Ming quickly returned to the battlefield and helped share some of the pressure with Xuan Hao. At the same time, he brought the strange corpse that was wrapped in the enchantment to Xuan Hao.

Although Xuan Hao looked to be younger in mental age and physical age, he had lived for thousands of years after all. At least he had a little more experience than Xuan Hao. Zhong Ming clearly thought carefully before handing this stone to him.1

However, the truth did not disappoint Zhong Ming's expectations. As expected, Xuan Hao knew the origin of this inscription.

"This is actually a puppet?" He suddenly stopped and shouted in surprise.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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