Chapter Eight Hundred and Forty-Three: Powerful Power, Not Just Fighting Spirit

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Combat skills are only for people of the same strength.

In the face of a hero level whose fighting spirit is about to be completely eroded, there is no need to pay attention to any fighting skills at all.

"It seems that you are not only arrogant, but also stupid."

Baili Fenghua stared at Heiming who stepped forward, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Before you die, don't you want to leave a better last word?"

Being ridiculed by Baili Fenghua, the speed of Heiming's punches was even faster.

Only by smashing this face can this noisy mouth be silenced a little.

"The sword-fighting style, the water stops flowing!"

Baili Fenghua didn't say any more nonsense, just put his hand on the hilt of the sword and swung a sword.

The sword light flickered like thunder.

Accompanied by a smear of blood, and a blood flower scattered everywhere.

"laugh--!"

Hei Ming's eyes widened, and his raised fist was frozen in the air.

The tyrannical fighting spirit that was condensed on it also gradually dissipated like a withered flower.

A sword mark that cut across the entire chest and abdomen appeared on Hei Ming's body, and blood continued to pour out.

Even in the gushing blood, there are still small fragments of internal organs faintly visible.

A sword, seriously wounded.

The vitality of the heroic powerhouse is certainly strong.

But this kind of injury that completely hurts the internal organs can also greatly weaken the combat effectiveness of a hero-level powerhouse.

"You, how is it possible that you can still use vindictive energy... this is impossible!"

Hei Ming clutched the wound and stumbled back.

The vindictiveness on his body disintegrated, and he almost fell from the air.

"Your grudge, why! Why hasn't it been completely eroded away!"

An Jiuyou also widened his eyes, looked at Baili Fenghua inconceivably, and let out a hysterical roar.

This is impossible!

The effect of the mist of life is absolutely not a problem.

"Ignorant and ignorant, powerful strength does not simply come from fighting qi."

Baili Fenghua gasped and said with a sneer.

The mist of life can really erode the fighting spirit, and Baili Fenghua cannot be spared.

But don't forget.

The body of an enhanced evil spirit consumes not vindictive energy, but its own blood.

If you didn't get this martial skill in the Qi Le shop, Baili Fenghua would really have nothing to do with the fog of living beings.

The moment when the fighting spirit is completely eroded away, is the moment when Baili Fenghua is captured.

However, the Enhanced Evil Body can ignore this.

As long as the user's blood is not burned out, it can continue to be used.

Moreover, with Baili Fenghua's control over power, it is much stronger than Ling Xiao.

For the body of the enhanced evil spirit, although it can't be turned on and off in seconds.

But it's not far off.

Therefore, even in the fog of life, Baili Fenghua can still fight with An Jiuyou and Hei Ming for a long time.

Only, after a lot of burning blood.

For Baili Fenghua, there will also be no small side effects.

Therefore, Baili Fenghua will choose to retreat.

But now, Baili Fenghua must come up and buy some time for Le Zhengya.

"Um?"

In the astonishment, An Jiuyou suddenly seemed to notice something, and glanced in the direction of Yujianzong's mountain gate.

"No wonder you are the only one left. Did the other plan to destroy the blood sacrifice array?"

After sensing Le Zhengya's aura, An Jiuyou didn't want to stop it.

Instead, he looked at Baili Fenghua with a playful look on his face.

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