Chapter 491 Gan Ning's Trump Card, the Blood-Sucking Red Blood Knife

Gan Ning showed a sneer on his face. Even he could not resist such a dense attack for too long. He had to find a flaw in Huang Zhong's rain of arrows and get close to Huang Zhong, forcing Huang Zhong to fight him in close combat. Otherwise, the battle would become increasingly difficult.

He took a deep breath and swung the ancient ingot knife more fiercely. The knife light was like mercury pouring down on the ground, blocking all the arrows shot out of his body. At the same time, he created a nearly one-meter-long space in front of him. No arrow could break through Gan Ning's knife light and enter the range within this meter.

Seeing this, Huang Zhong stopped pouring out arrows blindly. He only brought three quivers in total. Now one was empty and the other only had a few arrows left. If he continued to use them in such an unrestrained way, he would lose the bow and arrow as a way of attack. Although he was not afraid of Gan Ning in close combat, it was always right to leave some back-up for himself.

So he quickly changed his tactics and pulled out three arrows at the same time. After the three arrows were taken out, there was only one arrow left in the second quiver. Huang Zhong put the three arrows on the bowstring, raised them high, pointed them at the sky, loosened the bowstring, and the arrows flew into the sky.

Gan Ning didn't pay attention to Huang Zhong's intention at first, but when he saw the three arrows draw an arc above his head and shoot back at him at a tricky angle, Gan Ning knew that he was fooled.

In a hurry, Gan Ning adjusted the direction of the ancient ingot knife and chopped two arrows across the air, but the other arrow did not have any resistance and pierced straight into his left shoulder. When the shoulder entered an inch, Gan Ning grabbed the arrow with his other hand and stopped the arrow from completely sinking into the shoulder.

Then Gan Ning pulled out the arrow directly and shook his injured left shoulder. It was not a big deal. The biggest impact was blocked by the black gold soft armor he was wearing for a moment. It was this moment that allowed him to hold the arrow in time.

Seeing that Gan Ning was injured, Huang Zhong did not give Gan Ning any time to rest. He pulled out the last arrow in his second quiver. This time, he almost did not store any power, and the arrow flew out, just like gently plucking the arrow with a bowstring, but the power of this arrow was far beyond any previous arrows. There was still a distance of dozens of meters between the two, but the arrow came to Gan Ning in an instant.

At the same time as the arrow was shot, Huang Zhong immediately held the bow with both hands and rushed forward. The prairie fire under Huang Zhong's crotch seemed to turn into a flame and rushed towards Gan Ning. The arrow arrived first, carrying a blue light and colliding with Gan Ning, stirring up a blue smoke.

The arrow was blocked by Gan Ning with his knife. The tip of the arrow hit the blade of the ancient ingot knife. In just a moment, a small pit was knocked out of the blade. Although the impact force did not deform the blade of the ancient ingot knife again, the huge force made Gan Ning miserable. His injured left shoulder was like a pump, spraying blood. The huge pressure caused his wound to tear for the second time.

However, he blocked the arrow anyway. At the moment the arrow was shot away, a cold light appeared in front of his eyes. Gan Ning was blessed and raised the ancient ingot knife to chop down suddenly, forcing Huang Zhong, who was sweeping the Eight Treasures Kirin Bow to kill Gan Ning, to withdraw his offensive and raise his bow to resist Gan Ning's full-strength attack.

Another sound of metal and stone colliding sounded, and the collision and friction of the two weapons produced a spark.

"You are too arrogant. You dare to fight me in close combat!"

Although Gan Ning's shoulder was bleeding, he didn't seem to care. Instead, his offensive became more fierce. He wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of Huang Zhong and himself fighting in close combat to completely defeat Huang Zhong.

The two men fought fiercely on the battlefield, with swords flashing and bows shadowing, and war horses neighing.

The Eight Treasures Kirin Bow was like a big sword in Huang Zhong's hand, and he wielded it smoothly. Every strike contained powerful power and precise control. Although Gan Ning was injured, his ancient ingot sword skills were equally fierce. Every sword made a sound of breaking through the air, trying to force Huang Zhong to retreat.

Although the bow of the Eight Treasures Kirin Bow was extremely hard, the daggers at both ends were made of other materials. Under such intense fighting, the two daggers were already covered with dense cracks and could break at any time. After all, Gan Ning's ancient ingot sword was not a weapon made of the same material.

Huang Zhong's meteor arrow just now only left a small pit on the ancient ingot sword.

Gan Ning fought more and more bravely, and the whole person seemed to have entered a state of madness, but he still maintained his sanity. When he was attacking, he suddenly found that Huang Zhong, who was about to face the shattering of his weapon, had no intention of retreating at all, and was still fighting Gan Ning mindlessly.

Finally, after another collision, Huang Zhong's dagger shattered. Gan Ning pulled a smile on his face and slashed out with another knife. This time, the dagger on the other end also shattered.

"Die!"

Gan Ning roared and rushed towards Huang Zhong, his eyes full of desire for the upcoming victory.

Huang Zhong not only did not retreat to distance himself, but rushed towards Gan Ning. This scene that was not in line with common sense made Gan Ning keep a watchful eye. At the moment when the two were about to collide, Huang Zhong pulled out a blood-red long blade from nowhere. Huang Zhong waved the Eight Treasures Kirin Bow with his left hand to push Gan Ning's ancient ingot knife away, and at the same time, he swung the blood-red long knife in his right hand.

Gan Ning's pupils shrank. Although he had long known that Huang Zhong would definitely have a trump card, he did not expect that Huang Zhong could actually come up with such a weird-looking blood-red long knife.

The next moment, the blood-red long sword that was supposed to hit Gan Ning was suddenly bounced away by a gas, and Huang Zhong and Liaoyuanhuo were also pushed back several feet.

Although Huang Zhong's attack failed to kill Gan Ning, he forced Gan Ning's trump card out, which was not too bad. It can only be said that the dagger on the Eight Treasures Kirin Bow was not broken in vain.

Gan Ning's body was surrounded by a full eighteen black gases. Huang Zhong was hit by twelve of them on the Red Blood Sword, which made him retreat several feet.

Not only was there black gas lingering around Gan Ning, his aura was also greatly improved. Now he is much stronger than he was just now, Gan Ning said with his teeth bared and grinning.

"Huang Zhong, Huang Zhong, I used to think you were a fool, a fool that even your uncle looked down upon. Now it seems that I really underestimated you. You actually forced me to use all my strength. This is the mysterious gift I left for Zhao Yun. You can say that you deserved to die in my prime."

"Oh? Are you so confident?"

Huang Zhong laughed sarcastically, his eyes full of contempt, and did not take Gan Ning, who had activated the famous general skill, seriously.

Gan Ning did not care about this. His famous general skill can summon eighteen black air and gain a 700% bonus to attack power at the same time.

These eighteen black air can not only serve as his protective magic barrier, but also as his offensive method, and can even serve him tea and water, just like eighteen people.

Originally, Gan Ning wanted to keep this trump card, and after the war started, he would pick an important general of the other side to play a dirty trick, so Zhao Yun would naturally become the first choice, but Gan Ning did not expect that before the war started, his trump card was forced out by Huang Zhong.

"Hahaha, Huang Zhong, you have tried your best, but you are still only as good as me just now. Now that my strength has been greatly improved, how should you deal with it?"

Gan Ning had a frivolous smile on his face, and he did not take Huang Zhong seriously at all. However, what responded to Gan Ning was Huang Zhong's charge and the huge blood-red knife light.

Huang Zhong's blood-red knife light was like a blood-red lightning, tearing the sky and heading straight for Gan Ning. Gan Ning's strength increased greatly, and he did not take Huang Zhong's charge seriously at all. He twisted his wrist and swung the ancient ingot knife towards the blood-red light.

The two forces collided in the air, erupting with a deafening roar. Gan Ning's ancient ingot knife and Huang Zhong's blood-red long blade intersected, sparks flew, and the horses of both men neighed and retreated due to the huge impact.

A trace of blood instantly overflowed from the corner of Huang Zhong's mouth, but Huang Zhong still did not retreat at all. He still stubbornly swung the knife, while adjusting the distance between the two, using the advantage of the longer blade of the red blood knife to fight Gan Ning.

After a few moves, the two men collided with each other again, and the huge impact force rushed outward, causing waves.

"Hahaha, Huang Zhong, your death is today!"

Gan Ning laughed wildly, and the only response to him was Huang Zhong's full-strength sword.

After the two separated again, Gan Ning was no longer eager to attack. The blood on his shoulder kept pouring out, and he had to deal with it, otherwise he would lose strength in the long run. Gan Ning tore off the cloth lining in the armor and bandaged it simply.

Huang Zhong just looked at Gan Ning quietly. After Gan Ning dealt with it, Huang Zhong made an unexpected move. He put the Red Blood Knife in his hand and gently scratched his palm. In an instant, blood flowed out, but it did not fall on the ground, but all remained on the blade of the Red Blood Knife.

The blood-red knife began to gradually change from red to bright red. Gan Ning felt his right eyelid twitching as he watched this scene. When the blood-red knife completely changed from dark red to bright red, Huang Zhong raised the blade and faced Gan Ning, his eyes full of determination.

"Gan Ning, are you scared?"

Huang Zhong's voice was calm, his eyes fixed on Gan Ning. Gan Ning swallowed a mouthful of saliva and his expression slightly moved.

"Huang Zhong, you are not simple."

Gan Ning's ability to say this was enough to prove that he felt a huge pressure at the moment, otherwise he would never say such a thing that would dampen his prestige.

The next moment, the two of them rode forward at the same time without any warning and fought again. The black blade light and the bright red aura merged, and Gan Ning's ancient ingot knife and Huang Zhong's blood-red long blade kept colliding. Every collision made the surrounding air vibrate.

Gan Ning's black air surrounded him, resisting Huang Zhong's attack for him, while Huang Zhong's blood-red long blade was like the god of death who harvested life, and every swing brought the breath of death.

The intensity of the battle has reached a fever pitch. Gan Ning's black gas and Huang Zhong's blood-red long blade interweave in the air to form a series of magnificent patterns. Every attack of Gan Ning is accompanied by a whistling sound that tears the air, and every swing of Huang Zhong's sword seems to split the sky and the earth.

Although Gan Ning's black gas is powerful, it can help Gan Ning block Huang Zhong's attack in time every time, creating opportunities for Gan Ning to counterattack.

However, Gan Ning soon found something wrong. Several of his black gas actually showed signs of collapse. The most obvious one actually had dense cracks. The next moment, the black gas collapsed. Gan Ning spit out a mouthful of blood and quickly retreated to keep a distance.

When Gan Ning just got the black gas, he did an experiment. He attacked with all his strength without distraction, but it took more than a dozen hits to break the black gas, and it was just a collapse. He could recover the next time he activated the skill.

But at the moment when the black gas broke, Gan Ning felt very clearly that the black gas would never recover, because the black gas would return to his body after it dissipated, but the black gas was absorbed by the blood-red knife held by Huang Zhong right under his eyes.

At this point, no matter how stupid Gan Ning was, he understood that Huang Zhong's blood-red long blade seemed to have some mysterious power, which could not only penetrate Gan Ning's defense, but also devour his black gas.

And the several black gases surrounding Gan Ning also had cracks, but they were not yet on the verge of disintegration.

"How is this possible?"

Gan Ning was shocked. This black gas was his biggest trump card. The advantage was that it would not cause any impact after disintegration, and he could continue to use it next time. This time was different. His invincible black gas was actually swallowed up. You know, this was all the black gas formed by his breath. The swallowing of the black gas also meant that his breath was swallowed up.

Huang Zhong did not stop at all, but continued to swing the blood-red long blade, and each attack was more fierce. Gan Ning began to feel powerless. Although his black energy could resist Huang Zhong's attack, it consumed a lot of energy. Huang Zhong seemed to have an endless supply of energy, because his strength from the beginning of the battle to now had not weakened at all, and he had always maintained a victorious posture. This was too unreasonable.

In a blink of an eye, two more black energy shattered beside Gan Ning, and were also sucked away by Huang Zhong's bright red blood blade. Gan Ning felt as if something was taken away from his body all of a sudden.

"Gan Ning, is this all you have? If this is all you have, I'm afraid your life will be left here today."

Huang Zhong's voice was as cold and resolute as if it came from the underworld.

Gan Ning gritted his teeth and did not dare to be careless. He fought Huang Zhong with all his strength and no longer relied on black energy to block Huang Zhong. These were all his origins, and they were sucked away by Huang Zhong without knowing it. How could he dare to use them?

He could only swing the ancient ingot knife more frantically, trying to make up for the loss of black energy with speed and strength.

However, Huang Zhong's bloody long blade seemed to always be able to predict his movements, and each time it accurately met Gan Ning's attack, making Gan Ning's attack futile.

"Gan Ning, Gan Ning, you are still the same as before. I suppressed you before, and I can still suppress you now!"

Huang Zhong's voice was low and powerful, like a devil's voice ringing in Gan Ning's ears, Gan Ning was unwilling to roar.

"You are talking nonsense! It's just that old Huang Zu doesn't know what's good. It's not that you suppressed me, but now you can't suppress me!"