chapter 13 blood debt

For Ye Hao, whether he can pass this test is only secondary, but he must kill Truman Almond and Ilithyia Almond.

If the blood debt that day was not settled, it would always be a knot in his heart.

He must not miss this opportunity.

Thinking of this, Farrell Almond black eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he clenched his fist fiercely with his left hand. When the energy and blood in his body exploded, he suddenly hit Truman Almond who looked shocked.

boom!

Click!

A muffled sound, accompanied by the sound of a broken sternum, suddenly sounded in the forest. Immediately afterwards, Truman Almond long knife came out of his hand, and his body flew backwards as if being bombarded by an unimaginable force.

All this is a long story, but just a few breaths away from Truman Almond sudden charge, the situation was reversed too much.

It was precisely because of this that Ilithyia Almond, who was not far away, looked at Truman Almond flying upside down, and her pretty face couldn't help but glazed over.

She simply couldn't understand why Truman Almond rushed forward with all his strength, but only met him and flew backwards in confusion.

This just doesn't make sense.

boom!

Just when Ilithyia Almond was stunned, Truman Almond's flying figure finally stopped after breaking a thick giant tree in the middle. Immediately afterwards, a painful groan came from him. It came from the mouth where blood was gushing out.

He stood up tremblingly. Truman Almond's sinister face was full of horror. He stared at Farrell Almond and said in disbelief: "You...you, your strength..."

At the same time, Ilithyia Almond finally came to her senses and quickly rushed to Truman Almond side. Looking at his collapsed chest, her charming eyes could not help but show deep horror and a trace of fear.

"Truman Almond, you...he...how could he do this?"

The completely unexpected result made Ilithyia Almond confused at the moment. Before that, how could she have imagined that Truman Almond, who was on the sixth level of Body Tempering, would be in such a mess at the hands of a waste on the second level of Body Tempering?

"What, where did your previous condescending attitude go?"Farrell Almond face was calm, and he stepped towards the two of them. There was a cold and extremely murderous intention in his slightly hoarse voice.

"I said that day that if you are lucky enough to survive, you will have to repay it a hundred times. I also said that I will personally recover this blood debt. Why are you so surprised now?"

"Impossible, how can your strength be restored! It's only been a few days..."

Truman Almond looked ferocious and retreated involuntarily: "Even if your strength recovers, I have already reached the sixth level of body tempering. This is absolutely impossible!"

At this moment, although Truman Almond still couldn't believe it, he finally understood why Farrell Almond threatened to repay the blood debt that day.

He also understood why Farrell Almond insisted on coming to take the assessment. All this was entirely because the former's strength had already recovered and even surpassed him.

At this time, the shock in Ilithyia Almond heart was even more complicated than that of Truman Almond. She deliberately approached Farrell Almond back then, knowing full well that Farrell Almond sharp decline was not a pretense, otherwise she would not have been forced by the two of them that day. Go down the cliff.

But in just a few days, the loser who had been ridiculed and ridiculed actually became so powerful? This simply subverted Ilithyia Almond's understanding.

Truman Almond, who was severely injured at the sixth level of Body Tempering with one move, could Farrell Almond's strength have reached the seventh level of Body Tempering?

Thinking of this, Ilithyia Almond couldn't help but feel a trace of fear in her heart, and shouted: "Farrell Almond, we are the same race. Truman Almond has been hit hard now, and you have taken revenge. Don't go too far in everything."

Hearing this, Farrell Almond laughed angrily. If it weren't for the mysterious gray beads in his body that fed back his energy and blood, he would have died at the bottom of the cliff. But all this was said by Ilithyia Almond in such an understatement.

"Now that you think about us being the same race, don't go too far in everything?"Farrell Almond sneered and said indifferently: "Blood debts can only be repaid with blood."

As he spoke, the energy and blood in Farrell Almond body burst out without reservation, and a strong sense of oppression caused Truman Almond and Ilithyia Almond's expressions to change dramatically again.

At this moment, they clearly felt that Farrell Almond's energy and blood power was within the sixth level of body tempering.

But there was an indescribably powerful pressure on him, which made them, who were both on the sixth level of Body Tempering, feel an irresistible feeling of powerlessness in their hearts.

Today's Farrell Almond can definitely crush fellow cultivators at the sixth level of body tempering.

As soon as this idea appeared, Truman Almond looked more frightened than ever before. He endured the injury on his chest and said in a trembling voice: "Ye... Farrell Almond, calm down, you can't kill me..."

Truman Almond's sinister face was full of pleading. As he spoke in a trembling voice, he quietly took out something with his right hand.

It was a three-inch long, black cylinder. It was neither gold nor wood. It was impossible to tell what material it was made of. But Truman Almond held the object, as if he suddenly felt confident, and the pleading on his face was wiped away. It was replaced by an unprecedented sinister look.

"You little bastard, you go to hell!"Truman Almond shouted fiercely, and his energy and blood suddenly poured into him. Suddenly, the inconspicuous black cylinder in his hand suddenly shot out a beam of light.

The light was as red as blood and as hot as fire. Even the air seemed to ripple due to the high temperature. At the same time, the speed of the light was extremely fast, almost like lightning, approaching Farrell Almond face in an instant.

However, in the face of this sudden change, Farrell Almond didn't panic much. His dark eyes were still like a cold pool, without any disturbance.

Because when he just inspected the body of the Aoki Demon Wolf, he was extremely confused about the injuries that killed it in one blow. Especially after knowing that it was Truman Almond who killed the demon wolf, Farrell Almond was even more vigilant.

You know, even now that his strength has greatly improved, it is impossible for him to kill the Aoki Demon Wolf so cleanly, let alone Truman Almond and the other two?

The only possibility is that the two of them have a trump card that he doesn't know about.

It was precisely for this reason that Ye Hao took the initiative to provoke Truman Almond to attack. After defeating him, he did not rush to pursue him. Everything... was to guard against his unknown trump card.

Now it seems that this blood glow, which is so small that it is almost negligible, but filled with a strong and dangerous aura, is Truman Almond last resort.

And Farrell Almond was waiting for this moment.

In a flash of thought, the energy and blood in his body surged. At the moment when the blood light approached his face, Farrell Almond raised the spear in his hand and held it in front of his eyebrows.

Clang!

There was a soft sound, and the spear in his hand seemed to be hit by a huge force. Even though he was on guard, his body still involuntarily took a few steps back.

After barely stopping his body, Farrell Almond didn't hesitate at all. He stepped forward with the sole of his foot and quickly rushed up. The spear in his hand had a cold light and instantly pierced the shoulders of Truman Almond, who was still smiling ferociously. Then he swept across the gun and killed him. The black cylinder in his hand was knocked away and snatched into his hand.

Ouch!

A series of actions were completed almost in the blink of an eye. Before Truman Almond could even react, the bright blood holes on the front and back of his shoulders made him howl out.

Not to mention Ilithyia Almond on the side, it wasn't until Farrell Almond snatched the cylinder into his hand that she screamed, pulled out the soft sword with a pale face, and stared at Farrell Almond in fear.

Farrell Almond's speed seemed to her to be too fast, so fast that she couldn't defend herself at all.

"You bastard! How dare you hurt me...I'm going to cramp and skin you!"

Truman Almond's face was pale and he screamed miserably. The severe pain made him soaked in cold sweat instantly. His arms drooped loosely without any strength to support them. Farrell Almond previous two shots had completely destroyed his hands. .

Farrell Almond, however, ignored the two of them at the moment. He looked at the black cylinder he grabbed from Truman Almond hand, and then looked at the spear in his hand, his eyes suddenly tightening.