Chapter 873 (2/2)

Not waiting for an Lao to recover, Jiang Hao took up the knife again and chopped again.

The great power of 100000 Jin.

Bang bang bang!

The electric light flint, the flame lotus unceasingly blooms, collides with the thunder and lightning power. But ordinary lightning, where is the red lotus industry fire's opponent. If you don't live long enough, you will not be able to support yourself.

Jiang Hao, however, became more and more fierce in the Vietnam War, which was the case in every battle. Once he started, his blood was boiling.

He once observed himself in his heart and found that there was a strong desire to fight in his heart. Once the blood was seen, the desire became stronger, and it is now the same.

In a time of breathing.

Jiang Hao directly split into five hundred knives, each with the power of the previous one, and his strength became stronger and stronger.

By the time of the 500th knife, there was a million catties.

A sword is different from a sword.

Generally speaking, there are only three moves of the sword: chop, chop and swing. Every knife needs a lot of power. The sword is more gentle, not suitable for Jiang Hao's character.

Old ANN can't resist it, but he can't help it. As long as he is relieved, the heartless knife will come to his neck.

Boom!

Lei Dun was finally split by Jiang Hao.

An old body flew out, vomited a mouthful of blood, did not wait for him to react, a knife shadow already called up.

Even if it's a monster, it can't be eaten. The human Friar's body is too weak, not to mention a million jin, 100000 Jin has been enough to kill countless times.

Even the strong during the robbery period dare not fight with weapons. Unless they are some friars, they need perseverance. Ordinary people don't have such perseverance at all.

In fact, people's perseverance is very weak, except for some special groups.

Looking at that all over the sky flame lotus, an old eyes flashed a fierce color, whispered: ”you want to force me.”

Jiang Hao did not hear, even if he heard, he would not say anything more. The mind moved, the surrounding flame lotus moved, like the fisherman on the ferry, slowly swaying to an Lao.