Zhao Xiaoning's words made Longfellow stunned, and then frowned: "I don't know what Brother Zhang means?"

Zhao Xiaoning said: "I said that I would cut off your head." ”

"Why is that?" Longfellow said, "There is an old saying in your Chinese that there is a debtor who is wronged, and Austin has captured your man, and now he has been killed by you." I think we should turn the war into a jade silk. ”

Zhao Xiaoning shouted angrily: "Don't fuck nonsense, this Austin is your servant." He was the one who captured us, but you can't escape the blame. Also, are you sure you didn't eat their blood?"

Longfellow's expression became gloomy: "Zhao Xiaoning, are you sure you want to be the enemy of my blood clan?"

Longfellow didn't want to tear his face with Zhao Xiaoning at first, but now it seems that this battle may be inevitable. Zhao Xiaoning was too arrogant to take them into account at all. Although he was a little jealous of the other party's strength, Longfellow was also the prince of one of the thirteen members of the blood clan.

"You can't be paralyzed, right?" a monk behind Zhao Xiaoning shouted angrily, "It's not that we are enemies of your blood clan, but that you have declared war on us. ”

"Yes, if you dare to hurt my Huaxia monk, you will be punished even if you are far away. ”

"Alliance leader, give the order, overthrow this ancient castle. ”

Many people shouted, Zhao Xiaoning's strength gave them a lot of confidence, they were confident that they could uproot this ancient castle, and they were confident that they could kill all the blood clans here.

"Since the brothers want to fight, then fight!" Zhao Xiaoning laughed fiercely: "Kill all the blood clans in the ancient castle." ”

Zhao Xiaoning is not a ruthless person, generally speaking, he will not kill easily, but the blood clan is obviously not human, they are just demons in human skin. Zhao Xiaoning didn't have any psychological burden to kill them, on the contrary, he felt very enjoyable.

"Kill!"

"Rush!"

"Raise the prestige of our country!"

The monks raised their blades and rushed forward, their eyes burning and their morale high, and the end of the force alone was devastating.

"Wait. ”

Longfellow let out a loud shout, and a powerful aura erupted from his body.

Feeling the aura emanating from Longfellow, those monks couldn't help but stop, because Longfellow's aura was too powerful, even the strongest of them were the seventh-level monks in the Qi Refining Stage who felt jealous. There was an illusion in his heart, as if there was a terrifying beast lurking in this person's body, and once it woke up, it would produce terrifying power.

"Zhao Xiaoning, do you really want to be an enemy of my Longfellow? Do you really want to be an enemy of my blood clan? Do you really want to declare war with my Western cultivation world?" Longfellow spat out a thunderous sound, and his black pupils turned dark red.

As soon as these words came out, the expressions on everyone's faces changed. They didn't expect Longfellow to be so shameless, they didn't expect him to take such a hat, if he really went to war with them, it would be tantamount to declaring war on the entire Western cultivation world!

Shameless, it's obviously your Longfellow alone, but you have risen to this realm.

"What a big hat!" The corners of Zhao Xiaoning's mouth rose: "Longfellow, do you really think that with this hat you can make me Zhao Xiaoning withdraw from the army? Do you really think that my Huaxia monk is a soft persimmon? Do you really think that we will be afraid of you?"

"So, are you going to start a war with my Western Cultivation Realm?" Longfellow's eyes bloomed with a cold light, and four sharp fangs showed out of his lips: "I don't deny that your strength is very strong, but my blood clan has fourteen princes, and my Western Cultivation Realm has a Dark Council of the Light Sect that has been inherited for thousands of years, and you are killing yourself by doing this." Because you alone can't bear the wrath of the Western cultivation world. ”

"A dying man doesn't need to know so much. Zhao Xiaoning laughed strangely and waved his hand: "Attack." ”

"Rush!"

"Kill the minions!"

Seeing that Zhao Xiaoning rushed out, those monks and ancient martial artists also rushed forward. Although Zhao Xiaoning did not answer Longfellow's words positively, his actions represented everything.

As for the matter with the Western cultivation world, they were not worried.

Yes, Zhao Xiaoning's strength is so strong, even if he drinks the Western Cultivation Realm to start a war?

The Holy See of Light?

The Dark Council?

They'd better keep to themselves, or they wouldn't mind a trip to their base camp.

Well, by the way, I unified the Western cultivation world and grabbed a few foreign girls to go back to warm the bed.

"Kill these damned cultivators. ”

There were also dense blood clan members rushing out of the ancient castle, although they were afraid of Zhao Xiaoning's strength, but there were more than 2,000 of them, and they thought that they could keep these more than 100 monks here forever.

"Flame Talisman!"

"Ice Rain Talisman!"

Some monks released magic talismans, and although they couldn't refine high-level talismans like Zhao Xiaoning, this kind of ordinary talisman could also kill these blood clans. After all, these blood clans did not have true qi in their bodies, and it was difficult to resist the attacks of the talismans.

"Running Bull Fist!" An ancient warrior swung his fist and rushed into the crowd of the blood clan to kill in all directions, and where the fist passed, the blood clan suddenly fell to the ground and died.

"Gentleman's Sword!"

"Sweep in all directions!"

"Bachun Knife!"

"Seven Swords!"

Although there were more than 2,000 people in the Bloods, their attacks were a bit monotonous, and they were not good at anything other than their speed and their weapons other than teeth and claws.

In other words, they are only good at melee combat, but who can compare to the ancient warriors in melee combat? Even the ronin, who is known for their physical strength, can't compare, right?

As for those monks, they are armed with sharp blades, and their spiritual power is different from ordinary people, and they can feel the danger coming at the first time, and they are not afraid of each other at all.

Well, in front of the sheer numbers, they don't even need to look, they just need to raise their swords and slash indiscriminately to inflict heavy damage and kill the Bloodline.

Yes, although there are many people in the Bloodline, most of them cannot be useful, except to make the scene more and more chaotic.

For a while, the situation began to turn one-sided, and in a few breaths, hundreds of blood clans died tragically.

Seeing this scene, Longfellow secretly screamed badly, and rushed out directly with a low shout. He was extremely fast, and there were monks who fell to the ground and died everywhere he passed, but there was no way, as the strongest prince in the blood clan, their strength was still very strong.

"Longfellow, your opponent is me!"

Zhao Xiaoning's eyes froze, his feet touched the ground, and flew out like a cannonball, and at the same time, his true qi converged on his right fist, and when he was still more than ten meters away from Longfellow, he slammed forward.

"Tiger Fist!"

Roar!

A roar of a tiger like thunder exploded in the night, hearing this tiger roar, everyone raised their heads in unison, and saw a fierce tiger transformed from true qi roaring out, it was five meters long, exuding the breath of the king of beasts, and it hit Longfellow's chest with lightning speed.

Bang!

Longfellow was knocked straight into the air, and his body crashed into the castle, knocking the castle out of a large hole.

At this moment, the audience was silent.

Punching a blood prince away, Zhao Xiaoning used his own strength to interpret what it means to be invincible!

(End of chapter)