Chapter 23: 023: Blood Cultivation

The rainy night is slightly cool, and the streets are deserted, which adds to the weirdness.

Nightshade had been patrolling the streets for more than two hours, but he had never encountered a madness, and he even began to wonder: Is it the rain who can suppress thirst?

"Although the Xuanyin can dispel the madness of the thirsty patient, it cannot dispel the thirst...... The essence of thirst is not a disease, but the effect of the lack of a certain factor in the patient's body, but unfortunately the Xuanyin I have mastered does not have the ability to make up for the lack of unknown factors......"

"If we can find other ways to curb thirst, or if we know what the missing factors are, we may have a chance to solve the threat of thirst once and for all. When Zhao Feng was thinking, he turned from the end of one street to another, but immediately stopped walking.

簌簌簌......

In the sound of rain, there is a seemingly non-existent killing intent.

The smell of muddy herbs wafting from the roadside was mixed with a hint of blood.

Standing for a long time, at the moment when Zhao Feng took a step forward, the ground under his feet changed and protruded!

Airplanes......

The ground rumbled violently, as if something was about to break through the ground, Zhao Feng immediately made a decision, summoned the Xuantie pickaxe, and slammed the ground!

"Bell!!"

In the sound of gold and iron, a rusty bronze iron fist broke through the asphalt, and the moment it came into contact with the Xuantie Pickaxe, a dark energy surged, however, the dark energy was dissolved by the Xuantie Pickaxe in his hand before it even touched Zhao Feng's hand.

"Broken!"

Zhao Feng shouted, urging the strength to two percent, the black iron pickaxe directly penetrated the bronze iron fist, and nailed the palm under the fist glove to the ground, and the person hiding underground also revealed his true face: an Asian man in his early thirties, his eyes were oozing blood, even if the palm was nailed through, his face was expressionless, his body was buried in the ground, only his head and right hand were exposed, but through his hand, it can be roughly estimated that his height was close to three meters, and his physique was extremely strong.

At this moment, another figure quietly appeared behind Zhao Feng, the figure was about two meters away, and I saw him clasping his fists with both hands, and hammered down towards Zhao Feng's Heavenly Spirit!

However, Zhao Feng's eyes had turned to gold, and the Demon Pupil and Heavenly Eye were coldly looking at the universe, and every grass and tree was under control.

Loosening the black iron pickaxe, he turned around sharply, kicked his feet on the ground, and his right fist condensed fifty percent of his strength, smashing into the face of the person behind him, who was wearing a leopard-shaped bronze mask on his face, looking at the material and forging technique, it should be the same person as the bronze iron fist.

"Clickβ€”β€”! bang!!"

Zhao Feng kicked up on the ground, passed through the gap between the arms of the man in the iron mask, smashed a punch on the bronze mask, and began to collapse from the bridge of the nose of the leopard face, and finally the whole mask could not bear the huge force, and it cracked directly, and Zhao Feng's punch continued to advance without diminishing, smashing on the fleshy face behind the mask, and the two-meter-tall sturdy body was just like that was blown out by a punch, falling on the ground ten meters away, and dragging it on the ground for four or five meters before stopping.

"You're strong...... But tonight, you're still going to die......"

After Zhao Feng landed, a gloomy voice came from behind him, in fact, he had already noticed the existence of this person, and even the fourth person who had not yet shown his face was in his field of vision.

Turning around, he saw a thin middle-aged man standing next to the Xuantie Pickaxe, his eyes were also glowing with blood, he bent down and reached out to hold the Xuantie Pickaxe, and with a slight force, he pulled it up, and the strong man buried in the ground also jumped out of the hole at this time, his height and body shape were no different from Zhao Feng's inference.

"I see, a fist armor that can pierce through the iron fist...... Your first mistake is that you shouldn't let go of the magic weapon so easily, so that I can take advantage of it......" The thin man showed a sneer, it was a surprise for him to receive this magic weapon, in his opinion, this dark iron pickaxe should be Nightshadow's hole card.

At the same time, with a wave of his hand, the thin man threw out two clouds of blood mist, which were respectively integrated into the bodies of the two strong men, so that their wounds were healed and replenished by blood qi, and they were as intact as ever.

"Even the Iron Mask's visor was shattered...... You still have a magic weapon on you......"

The thin man saw the man in the iron mask who had flown out, and all that was left on his face was the remnants of the bronze mask, his face suddenly became solemn, and he began to wonder about the origin of the night shadow.

"Are you a monk from the Circle of Cultivation?" asked the thin man cautiously, and if Nightshade's answer was yes, then he wouldn't hesitate to take someone away, even if it might be a lie.

"Not ......"

"Kill him!"

The identity of the cultivator of the Circle of Cultivation can save himself, if Night Shadow is an insider, he must know, so: when he answers yes, it may be a lie, but when he answers no, then it must be true!

After confirming the identity of the night shadow, the thin man was no longer afraid, and immediately gave the order to kill, and the iron fist and the iron mask were sandwiched back and forth, with the same expressionless face, the same fierce and cruel!

Zhao Feng didn't give the two a chance to meet, rushed directly to the iron face, grabbed his wrist, embedded his five fingers in the flesh, buckled the bones of his hand, used his two-meter body as a mallet, and angrily smashed the iron fist behind him-

"Bang!"

The two huge bodies collided together, directly smashing the ground under the iron fist, but Zhao Feng had just seen the scene of the thin man treating the injuries of the two with blood-colored mist, and he still didn't stop at this time, but mobilized the twenty points of spiritual power that had just been condensed, and in the next second, a small blue flame appeared on his left palm.

Spirit Rank Best: Yan Yan Recipe!

This technique, also known as the "Five Fire Technique", is to manipulate spiritual power through a technique similar to the Xuanyin, and then give birth to five flames with different abilities, and at this time, the blue "flower bone" on the palm of Zhao Feng's left palm is the first flame, the fire of ashes!

The fire of ashes, the flame of rebirth into death, attaches itself to the body of life and is not extinguished until the body is burned and turned to ashes.

The blue flames swayed with the wind, Zhao Feng slapped it on Tie Mian's arm, and then retreated, just as he withdrew half a meter, the small flames instantly devoured Tie Mian's body, and even the iron fist under him was also affected!

"Ah!!h

With a roar of extreme pain, the night sky was lit up by a clear blue firelight.

The two expressionless men both showed hideous and twisted expressions, they struggled and roared, but they could only let the flames burn their flesh and blood, burrow into their blood and bones, and finally disappear into ashes and dissipate between heaven and earth......

The ash fire vanished after completing its mission, leaving only two clumps of ash, but they were quickly dispersed by the rain, and in the end there was not even the slightest trace left.

The thin man on the side saw this terrifying scene that lasted less than ten seconds, and he was so frightened that he couldn't calm down, and at this moment, he finally understood: everyone had misestimated the strength of Night Shadow!

At this time, Zhao Feng turned around to face the thin man, and with a casual move, the Xuantie Pickaxe disappeared, and when it reappeared the next moment, it had already reappeared in Zhao Feng's right palm.

The thin man didn't say anything, it was a waste of time to say anything at this time, he immediately turned around and fled, not even daring to use a trump card ambushed in the dark.

"You can't escape. ”

Under the eye of the sky, there is nothing to hide, and the night shadow follows......

……

"It's terrifying! Nightshade is definitely a monk! His strength has reached the level where he can cast spells, and that blue flame must be a high-level spell! This information must be transmitted back to the higher levels as soon as possible...... You can't easily attack the night shadow anymore......" The thin man fled for his life, and took out his mobile phone to type a message blindly, and sent it to the fourth member of the same group in the shadows, and the message was also very simple, just two words: retreat!

Although he didn't feel like being followed, the thin man still walked around the city for more than half an hour before heading towards his destination, Nanguo Imperial Garden......

Villa 11 is brightly lit.

In the main hall on the first floor, a middle-aged man with a serious expression and no anger sat in front of the TV, quietly watching the news broadcast of Nanshan TV......

Knock knock!

Three rhythmic knocks came, there was a doorbell outside the door, and there were only two possibilities, one was a guest who didn't know that there was a doorbell, and the other was.

Boom!

After three knocks, there was a pause of three to four seconds, followed by a slightly louder knock.

The middle-aged man got up and opened the door to let the people outside the door in.

"Why is it just you and the others?" asked the middle-aged man, puzzled.

"Iron Fist, Iron Mask is dead! Nightshade is a monk! Very strong!"

"Dead?hmph!The blood pool is known as the strongest among the blood slaves, and the result is only this kind of strength?Even if the other party is a monk? I don't believe that a group of four of you can't kill a single Night Shadow! What about the blood wolf? Didn't he succeed?" The middle-aged man was very dissatisfied with this result, and he couldn't understand it, even if Night Shadow was stronger than expected, with the strength of the blood pool group, there was no reason to miss.

Among the blood slaves, they all act in groups of four, and it is normal for a strong man to approach the target with two thugs, and then let the fourth person lurk in the distance, waiting for the command to snipe at a distance.

And the blood pool group, there is the strongest blood slave blood pool to lead the team, and the blood wolf in charge of long-range sniping is a sniper god with a hundred shots, even if it is two thugs, they are all elite blood slaves equipped with bronze magic weapons.

How could such a formation fail to kill a night shadow who didn't dare to show his face?

"I didn't let the blood wolf do it, because I was really not sure......" The blood pool lowered his head, although he complained in his heart, he didn't dare to say it.

"I'm not sure? I think you're afraid of death! Don't forget your identity! You are a blood slave! To put it bluntly, you are a slave sent by others! Everything you have now is given to you by the Blood Cultivator! Including your life!" The middle-aged man grabbed the collar of the blood pool, and after an angry reprimand, he gradually calmed down.

"You immediately call the blood wolf back, and then leave Nanshan City, since you can't kill the night shadow, I will use the pressure of public opinion to suppress him! As long as you use the power of the public to force him to show his true face, what awaits him is an indefinite prison sentence! When the time comes, I think how he dies, he will have to die! Why are you still standing stupidly......" The middle-aged man said halfway, noticing that the blood pool was looking in the direction of the floor-to-ceiling window with a frightened expression.

Looking at the pool of blood, a black figure stood outside the window, and he raised his iron pickaxe and smashed it down......