After being punched ruthlessly, the blood in Tokugawa jianhao's eyes gradually disappeared. He seemed to have regained his calm.
He drew his sword and stared at Li Rui with a terrifying killing intent.
"This [ bei Qian chengqi ] has been passed down from my grandfather, and it has beheaded more than a thousand Chinese bastards. You will be the next one!"
Tokugawa jianhao held the hilt of his sword with both hands and squatted down slightly. He was like a spring that was constantly being compressed and was accumulating strength.
Li Rui's eyes narrowed as he heard this. He raised his right hand and clenched his fingers.
The beautiful pattern on his wrist twisted and squirmed in an instant, turning into a torrent of blood that rushed to his palm, and then flowed rapidly under the effect of gravity.
However, when it was more than ten centimeters from the ground, the blood suddenly shrank and solidified into a translucent blood crystal sword.
Whoosh~
