Before he could stand firm, a green light flashed across Pan Long's body, but he used a portion of herb directly in the inventory.

Since he achieved success in his cultivation, the massive amount of herbs he bought from the world of "Sword and Sorrow" has been no longer used.

On the one hand, his body is strong enough and he will hardly be injured; on the other hand, once he is injured, he will lose a lot of health points, which cannot be compensated by mere twenty points of herbs.

His health limit is already 782. He is placed in "Sword and Song of Sorrow", and even surpasses the final boss of the ordinary route. Romon XIII, the Fris Empire - that guy's profession is "Emperor", and his health limit is only 750.

If you need to rely on herbs to treat your health, you need more than 30 servings of herbs.

When fighting, how can I have this free time to use it slowly for myself!

On the contrary, among the spiritual medicines given by Wen Chao from Dragon Slaying Treasure, there are many powerful people who can recover more than 500 health points in one sip. There is even a kind of "Immortal Holy Blood". If you drink it in one sip, you can temporarily get 9,000 extra lives!

Although these nine thousand extra lives can only last for a short quarter of an hour, within this quarter of the hour, the person taking the medicine is really like an immortal god of war, dares to break through the swords and fires, and the guns and arrows are only tickling, and they are so fierce that they are so fierce that they are against the will of heaven.

Of course, such spiritual medicine Wenchao has not been made into several parts, so Pan Long naturally would not waste it here and now.

It just so happens that it’s a little empty now, so it’s good to use a herb.

A green light flashed, and his breathing suddenly became much more stable. Then he took a step and rushed towards the cyclops that were shaking slightly.

The Cyclops do not have any healing medicine, but it has a natural powerful body and can absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. Its recovery speed is faster than Pan Long, who can breathe and recover blood.

Just now, Pan Long slashed its big thumb with a knife. The wound was deep and long. It was enough to cut the living person into two pieces. But now, there was only a shallow white mark left on its toes, as if it was rubbed by something, and it was impossible to see how it was bleeding just now.

When two such opponents meet, the battle is destined to be longer.

Facing Pan Long who was roaring, the Cyclops had a fierce light in their only golden eyes. They raised their right hand high toward the sky, then clenched into fists and swept across with one punch.

The punch was shot silently, not to mention there was no explosion, not even the howling sound of the arm cutting through the air.

It was like the huge body turned into a phantom, a ghost without flesh and blood, and a body without entity.

But the punch was quick.

When Pan Long rushed to about the fifth step, the Cyclops raised their fists. When he rushed to the seventh step, the punch had already been hit.

It was silent, and there was no movement of wind and grass. The fist passed through the air without changing the trajectory of even a snowflake falling.

But Pan Long felt great danger, just like he was rescued and escaped with Han Feng. He was chased by He Tiankui, a veteran innate master who was far stronger than them on the road. Almost all of them died without any corpses. Only he was able to fall off the cliff and escape with the violent and panacea.

This feeling made his hair stand up all over his body.

Intuition told him that it was time to escape.

But Pan Long did not intend to follow his intuition.

He showed a somewhat hideous smile, and the Duanqie Dao appeared again. This time, instead of cutting his fingers and placing blood on it, he sprayed a mouthful of blood that had not been sprayed out when his internal organs were damaged before.

The silver-white blade body instantly turned into scarlet red, and the word "吉" shone in the darkness, emitting a terrifying aura.

This breath was spiritual. When it sensed the existence of the Cyclops, it immediately became violent and roared into the sky.

All the masters participating in the battle were shocked by this aura and vaguely saw a tall man with disheveled hair standing next to the stove, waving his hammer and desperately hitting a knife blank on the anvil.

His eyes were flashing with a frightening crazy light, but his tightly pursed lips seemed quite calm. Through this incongruent feeling, he was extremely strong and determined without any hesitation.

That is the look that a person will have when he completely abandons everything else and only achieves a goal.

The hammer fell again and again, and an old voice could be heard vaguely roaring.

"I have cast sixteen swords in my life. You are my last sword and the strongest sword!"

"You condense all my hatred, skills, and obsessions."

"You are my faith, you are my flesh and blood, you are my life."

"Your mission is just one word - kill!"

"Kill all the monsters! Kill all the monsters! Kill all the ghosts! Kill all the ghosts and monsters!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Accompanied by the three "kill", the phantom threw down the iron pliers and grabbed the red knife blank with his left hand, lifting it up and swinging towards the sky.

Under the phantom, Pan Long held the Duan Qiu Dao, which turned into a scarlet sword in his hands, and also swung it into the air with one sword.

At the same time, the Cyclops' fist was sweeping across.

The phantom's blade faced the phantom-like fist.

It was completely different from the previous fight. This attack only had a very slight low sound, dull and turbid.

But with this muffled sound, the two phantoms shattered together.

On the ground, Pan Long, who was already red, had his face turned redder and his body trembled. He knelt on the ground with one foot and supported his body with the Duanqie Knife, so he did not fall down.

Blood spurted out from his mouth, eyes, nose, ears... and even pores, making it spurt everywhere on the ground, and the whole person almost turned into a bloody person in an instant.

At a high place, the Cyclops widened their only eyes, looking at the skin and flesh full of cracks, blood flowing like a fountain, and even seemed to be able to see the right hand of the bone inside. After a few seconds, they finally came to their senses and made a terrifying cry.

In its voice, there was finally no anger and only fear.

Although the injuries on its hand recovered very quickly, in just a few seconds, the originally gushing blood had turned into small streams of flowing, and it seemed that it would not take long to recover, but its courage was obviously cut off by this knife.

It screamed, turned around and ran.

Accompanied by the roar and vibration of the earth and mountains, the huge figure disappeared into the depths of the wind and snow for a while, and disappeared.

Pan Long gasped heavily, trying to stand up and chase after him, but just as he tried to stand up, he felt his feet were floating and soft, as if he was stepping on cotton, and he didn't need any effort.

He had just barely taken one step, and his legs became weak and he fell to the ground.

A pair of thick and powerful arms caught him, and Pan Lei rushed over and hugged his son in his arms.

Pan Long looked up and saw that his mother had arrived, looking at him with a worried face, with tears clearly flashing in his eyes.

He forced a smile: "I'm fine, just take a break...it's fine."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and finally fell out of strength.
Chapter completed!