However, Meng Zhao had no intention of praising the tavern chef, and smiled slightly under the face covered by the coarse cloth, saying,

"Since you know you're not my opponent, just step down.

I am not a bloodthirsty person, I just want to learn some news from this boss lady, that's all."

However, his promise did not impress the three of them, because he had shown too many rogues and aggressiveness before, and he was teasing them one after another. How could he believe what such a person said?

Xu Duo was silent. The sword in his hand had been shattered, and his strength could not be said to be completely damaged. However, he was unable to understand that there was no sword in his hand and had a sword realm in his heart, and it was inevitable that he could not perform his martial arts skills.

Without waiting for him to speak, Xiao Nan, who was born as a killer assassin, looked at the boss's wife with great attachment and gloom, and then rushed towards Meng Zhao resolutely.

During the impact, everyone present could clearly see some abnormal changes in his body.

A faint mist of blood floated out from his body. His arms, legs, front, chest and back seemed to be filled with rags, and suddenly became thicker, stronger, and expanded.

Compared to the original inconspicuous, his body instantly turned into a mighty and strong burly man.

His aura was also extremely high and tragic. It was even more than the sword that stimulated the potential of life. It burst out all the energy of the whole person, like a meteor rushing through the dark night.

Meng Zhao still couldn't see what kind of secret martial arts this man used.

But he was always behind him, and Zhu'er, who looked at Lu Haochun's eyes widened and exclaimed involuntarily,

"The Art of Sacrifice!"

The three words fell into Meng Zhao's ears clearly, which made him think of this famous suicide technique instantly.

This martial art can be traced back to Wuliang Temple, one of the ten major sects in the world during the Emperor and Tang dynasties. It was created by a monk in the temple. It was originally called the Great Technique of Sacrifice for Life and Subduing Demons, and belongs to a powerful Buddhist magical art.

Originally, the attributes are mediocre, but through the unique exercise method, you can continuously improve your combat power during battles. It is an alien magical skill with stronger and stronger combat.

Until the battle is over, or if the person who performs this skill cannot withstand the heavy pressure and dies.

Later, this chapter of merits and destruction fell into the martial arts world, gradually decomposing the complexity and decreasing the essence, forming a unique skill that specifically stimulates the potential of the human body and explodes combat power, which is the technique of sacrificing one's body.

Generally, it is practiced by dead soldiers and cannon fodder raised by wealthy families and martial arts gangs. It is equivalent to human bombs in modern society, which is very terrifying.

Moreover, this skill is the same as general martial arts, that is, the higher the martial arts, the stronger the power of the explosion after being used.

Judging from the assassin's skills, the power of his use of the sacrificial arts was enough to pose a life threat to Meng Zhao.

There was no time to hide, nor could it be avoided, otherwise Zhu'er and Lu Haochun behind him would undoubtedly die.

Meng Zhao didn't think that he could do anything by relying on the trick of sacrificing oneself alone.

After all, no matter how powerful it is, it will not become innate combat power. As long as it is not innate, does he need to be afraid?

I saw him roaring, his momentum was turbulent, and his whole temperament changed drastically, as if he was no longer a person, but a dragon, a true dragon that traveled through the nine heavens, traversing the world, and was endlessly majestic.

As the rabbit rose and falcon fell, he had already faced Xiaonan, the servant who was spraying with blood and hot air all over his body.

The two were like the most ferocious and top-notch carnivores in the jungle collided, and a fierce battle broke out between Mars and Earth.

Meng Zhao clasped his fists with both hands, and his moves opened and closed, showing his masculinity and courage, without any weakness, and his fist strength was like a huge mountain range pressing from high altitude, full of stagnant explosive power and pressure.

Not only that, although the Red Dragon Power has Dragon Power, it still has the domineering behavior of the Red Flag Order of Burning the Sky and Boiling the Sea. The extremely hot fire power came out from Meng Zhao's fist wind. Soon, the whole house had become like a hot summer, making people sweat profusely.

The same as the assassin Xiaonan who was attacking Meng Zhao, his fist was like a storm, with great force and heavy force. He completely gave up defense and poured all his strength, spirit, and will into his fists. His only thought was to kill the enemy in front of him.

After using the Self-Sacrifice Art, his skills increased explosively and suppressed the pain and discomfort that had been on the verge of limits. Therefore, he was extremely fierce and cruel, completely aiming at the death of the same person.

I have also said before that what Xiao Nan is really powerful is actually not swordsmanship, it is just an appearance.

What he is really powerful is the killing technique. What is the killing technique? Anyone who can kill can be counted as one of the list.

A sword, a knife, or even a toothpick or a hair, can do it, and a fist is of course no exception.

The two of them fought with fast and fierce, and fists to the flesh. In a very short time, they made crackling sounds like firecrackers. The intense wind was like waves that continued to blow, making everyone's eyes confused and they could not see the strength of the fist and the figures inside the fist.

Such a hot and exciting collision made everyone present soar in their passion. It was so fierce and fierce.

The two of them are fighting faster and the speed of deciding the winner is not slow.

It was only during the eighth breath of the fight that a figure blew away from the circle covered by the fist, and hit a wine wooden bench and rolled continuously, stopping the decline.

Everyone looked at it and it was Xiaonan, the servant of the tavern.

He was knocked back by the force of the fist and rolled several times. His body was dirty, but he seemed to be fine. He stood up and took two steps forward. His much powerful, tall and strong body still looked full of strength.

However, just as he took the third step, his whole person suddenly became motionless.

I can only see that the blood mist that originally lingers outside Xiaonan's body disappeared, and in a very short time, he returned to his original body shape from a powerful and tall posture.

No, strictly speaking, it is smaller than before.

Moreover, what makes people feel scared and uncomfortable is that his naked flesh outside seemed to be cut by someone from the inside with a knife, one, two, three...

A stream of crimson blood emerged from countless holes and quickly dried up.

Looking again, this man had no breath of life, only a pair of eyes, and he was still looking forward, like a fighter who never surrendered and never gave up until he achieved his goal.

"Xiao Nan!"

The owner of the tavern screamed in pain, tears streamed out from his eyes, and he walked out, and came to Xiaonan in a few steps, leaning on his shaking body against him, looking sad.

Tavern chef Xu Duo looked at this scene silently, and a breath of depressed and sadness spread.

He knew Xiaonan very well and knew that this was the last thing Xiaonan could do for Qingniang.

At the same time, Xu Duo once again looked at Meng Zhao.

This person's condition is still unprecedented, but his breath is slightly rapid, but he has not suffered any injuries.

Is he really a warrior in the acquired realm?
Chapter completed!