Chapter 59 Eternal Night, Dragon Roar
"Crash~"
Zeng Anmin came out of the water, and the water droplets on his clothes fell into lines and dripped onto the ground.
He didn't try to control it.
There was a rustling sound under my feet and on the ground.
"who?!"
The majestic figure of King Jiang in front suddenly turned around.
Under the moonlight, those icy eyes looked like an eagle and a wolf.
His voice was so thick that it could be heard through the leaves in the dense forest, and even made a faint sound of the wind.
Zeng Anmin didn't say anything. He walked step by step, and the short axe in his hand formed a line of cold light along the way he came.
The tall figure was blurred by the moonlight, like a ghost coming to take your life.
"Da, da, da."
One step, two steps...
Finally, he came to a place less than two feet away from King Jiang.
When Prince Jiang saw the extremely conspicuous hood on his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes.
He stared at Zeng Anmin intently, his voice extremely cold, emphasizing each word:
"Black Cat Wufu?
"good."
Zeng Anmin's hoarse voice sounded, and his attention was fixed on Prince Jiang, preventing him from escaping at any time.
"I've come to take your life today."
His voice was cold and emotionless.
Accompanied by the cold wind on a cold night, it sounded like the voice of the King of Hell.
Prince Jiang cannot escape from his hands alive.
"Eighth-rank warrior, take this king's life?"
Prince Jiang acted as if he had heard a joke, with a sneer on his frosty face.
He looked up and down at Zeng Anmin who was gradually approaching, without paying any attention.
Now that he was out of control, he didn't feel nervous at all. His cold eyes looked like he was watching a barking dog.
Prince Jiang practiced martial arts.
Everyone in the officialdom of Liangjiang County knew about it.
This is not a difficult thing to find out.
It's just that he has poor talent in martial arts and has never reached the seventh level of visualization.
Listen to his tone...
Zeng Anmin frowned slightly under the black cat mask.
Could it be that he is not the eighth-rank warrior as rumored?
"It's okay. You'll believe it when you die."
Zeng Anmin knew that he had little combat experience, so he wanted to strike first.
He was about to launch a surprise attack on King Jiang after he spoke.
However, he never expected that an extremely sharp whistling sound would be heard in the air.
“Chiu!!!”
Prince Jiang kicked the ground with his left leg and rushed towards Zeng Anmin.
In the darkness of the night, his body was like a ferocious beast, marching with crazy steps.
The sandbag-sized fist stirred up a sharp gust of wind and flew straight towards Zeng Anmin's face!
Despicable!! Shameless!!
This person actually thinks the same as me!
Zeng Anmin cursed inwardly. He could naturally see King Jiang's attack route clearly.
But he didn't have much practical experience, so his first reaction was to hide.
The next moment, the aura of martial arts filled his body.
He bent his legs and retreated violently!
"Oh!"
Prince Jiang's punch missed and he sneered at the sight.
With an extremely beautiful turn, the strong and powerful left leg followed in an orderly manner.
"call!"
The long kick came with the strong wind.
His attack was extremely fast, with kicks followed by fists.
"call!"
"call!"
Zeng Anmin was not given any chance to react between the punches and kicks.
Zeng Anmin hid in a somewhat awkward manner.
King Jiang's offensive continued wave after wave without stopping.
He could only dodge desperately without even a chance to breathe.
Finally, his body was forced to the shore.
Behind me is the rushing river.
"You are not Black Cat Wufu!!"
Prince Jiang frowned as he made a quick attack.
The impression I have of a Black Cat warrior is that he kills people with one strike, and his technique is quick and efficient.
The man in front of him was flustered by his attack and obviously had no combat experience.
And the spiritual weapon in his hand is a green short knife...
“You bastard!!”
A fierce look flashed in Zeng Anmin's eyes.
At this point, he had nowhere to retreat, and if he retreated any further he would fall into the river.
The eyes under the hood were fixed on King Jiang in front of him.
As his next attack was about to whiz out, Zeng Anmin suddenly rushed forward to meet it.
"die!!!"
The martial elixir in his body was running wildly, and the violent martial arts energy filled the meridians in his body like a long river.
The short axe in his hand crossed the sky like dawn.
“Buzz!!”
Under the flow of martial arts aura, the short axe actually emitted colorful colors!
Such a brilliant light contains boundless murderous intent.
Seeing this, Prince Jiang cursed inwardly.
If he struck down with this blow, he would hit the masked man in front of him in the cheek.
But at the same time, he would definitely not be able to escape the destruction of the hatchet.
"drink!!"
He growled and tried his best to retract his fist, avoiding the attack by a hair's breadth.
“Bang!!”
Prince Jiang took a step forward to distance himself from Zeng Anmin.
"Hiss~"
The axe flashed, and this strike cut off the few strands of black hair floating in the air.
The wind is howling.
The southern weather mixed with the chill of the river surface gives people a biting pain.
But at this time, the two people standing opposite each other on the shore were completely unaware of this.
Their eyes were fixed on each other.
Zeng Anmin tried hard to regulate his breathing.
The battle just now was extremely thrilling. Under the attack of King Jiang, he couldn't even display his original realm and strength.
"Hula~"
The fallen leaves on the ground don't give anyone any time.
After being picked up by the cold wind, it slowly floated towards the two of them.
A gleam of brilliance suddenly flashed in Prince Jiang's eyes.
The next moment, scales began to flash on his body.
The scales spread from the waist and abdomen to the face.
Piece by piece, stack by stack, they shine brightly under the moonlight.
At the same time, a slight line of water emerged from between the scales.
Carrying the fishy smell of water and strange fluctuations.
Water meaning!
This is a meaning that only exists at the seventh level of the Martial Dao Contemplation Realm!!
Prince Jiang's body has undergone tremendous changes.
"No matter who you are, I will kill you today as a sacrifice to this king!"
At this moment, his momentum suddenly reached its peak.
The oppressive force emanating from himself swept straight towards Zeng Anmin.
at the same time.
A playful smile appeared on Prince Jiang's face, and he looked at Zeng Anmin as if he were looking at a dead person:
"It is said in the outside world that I have no talent for martial arts."
"You are so confident, I think you must have believed the rumors from outside."
"To die at the hands of the Visualization Realm is enough to make one proud even if they saw a ghost messenger."
King Jiang's huge body acted as if he was strolling in the garden, moving forward step by step, intending to put enormous psychological pressure on the man in the black cat mask opposite him.
At the same time, the water ripples emanating from the scales became more violent and anxious.
…
Zeng Anmin looked at the approaching Prince Jiang without any ripples in his heart.
Is it the state of visualization?
Haha, me too!
He looked at the approaching King Jiang and slowly assumed a posture.
With his right leg facing backward and his left leg in front, he gently grasped the hatchet with both hands and slowly raised the axe blade...
Follow this action.
The hatchet in his hand blended into the night.
The martial arts energy circulating in the martial elixir in the body flows towards the sea of consciousness.
“Yin!!!”
In the sea of consciousness, the dragon above the phantom of the dragon map seemed to be coming over, emitting an extremely fierce sense of oppression.
at the same time.
Zeng Anmin's right arm, holding the hatchet, changed as a dragon's roar, a sound only he could hear, rang out...
(End of this chapter)
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