Out of the low-lying valley came an old man with white hair and a white beard, with a mocking smile on his face, stepping on the wet ground under his feet, without leaving half a footprint, his body seemed to levitate against the ground, slowly floating, and his body unnaturally exuded a faint fluctuation of true yuan.

The crimson blood color quickly spread at the bottom of the valley, and with the appearance of the old man, seven more old people who had passed the sixtieth century slowly walked out, and around Feng Jueyu were thirty-six blood robe sword cultivators who had already reached the end of the life pill realm.

Looking at the incomparably strong battle, Feng Jue Yu's heart was slightly cold, this may be the representative of all the shili of the blood clan, thirty-six Shengdan peaks, eight masters who have entered the realm of transformation, and one or two of them have approached or even reached the seventh level of transformation, Mei Shang is friendly.

Seeing the appearance of Lu Wenpei and others, Feng Jueyu couldn't help frowning, although he has made great progress in Bowang Mountain in the past two years, but he is not arrogant to the point of being empty-eyed, this time to the blood clan to save people, it is also with the purpose of exploring the truth and reality, first the seventy-two blood guards have all entered the cultivation of the Shengdan realm, and then the thirty-six blood in front of him, and then he saw Lu Wenpei and other eight elders of the blood pool, Feng Jueyu knows that it is not something that can be done in a short time if he wants to destroy the blood clan.

Not to mention the battle with the nine-eyed blood tarantula just now, even if the state remained at its peak, Feng Jueyu didn't think that he could easily take down Lu Wenpei and the others.

Different from Zhou Nanjing, no matter how high Tie Wuye and Gong Heng's cultivation is, there is a big gap between them and the blood clan in terms of exercises and martial arts, and elixirs, otherwise how can they be included in the twelve royal families, but Zhou Nanjing is known as a borderless and barren land.

The thousands of years of inheritance of the twelve royal families is the capital that they stand tall in the grand world.

Despite this, the heart of the Wind Killer remained as calm as ever, his eyebrows gently swept over the group of old people who walked slowly from the low-lying valley, and his star-like shining eyes shrank faintly, as deep as a cold pool for ten thousand years.

Lu Wenpei looked at him, although he had boasted about Haikou in front of Jin Yuanzhong before, but he was cautious in his heart about this guy who dared to run to the blood clan to make trouble, and at this moment he showed his composure lightly, looking at Feng Jueyu from head to toe, and the corners of his eyes twitched unnaturally twice. I was secretly surprised in my heart: this person has a long breath and a calm expression, and he is immobile in the face of the thirty-six blood servants, is there really some great ability?

The Blood God in the Blood Dome Temple is just a legend within the Blood Clan, what the Blood God looks like and what kind of ability it has, except for Mei Shangyou and Fan Yiliu, basically no one knows, even Lu Wenpei is not qualified to enter the view, so even if Feng Jueyu walked into the forbidden land and walked out unscathed, he didn't feel strange, but he didn't believe the rumors of the Blood God even more, but Feng Jueyu's composure made him doubly careful.

It must be known that the master's qi will unnaturally produce an inexplicable pressure on his body with the improvement of his divine sense, this person has no fear in front of the thirty-six blood servants, and he did not show any shocked and surprised look after seeing the eight elders of the blood pool, so he must have some real skills under his hands.

Jin Yuanzhong was not present, Lu Wenpei looked like he was on top, approached like this, carefully observed, looked carefully, paused slightly, and said with a joking smile: "Your Excellency broke into the Blood Cangshan Mountain, and even broke the fifteen holes and seven pools of my blood clan, Lu admired it tightly, there are really not many people who are as bold as Your Excellency, presumably Your Excellency is not an unknown person, but I don't know Your Excellency's surname?"

Although Lu Wenpei said politely, in this process, the Seven Elders of the Blood Pool had already surrounded him, forming a second encirclement, and the periphery was the thirty-six blood attendants, such a careful and cautious layout made Feng Jueyu smile faintly.

"Tell me my name, will you let me go?"

"Of course not. Lu Wenpei replied with a smile.

Feng Jueyu smiled: "Then what's the use of me saying it or not?"

"Haha......" Feng Jueyu's words caused Lu Wenpei to speak loudly, he nodded slightly in approval, and exclaimed: "Seeing that you are not very old, your courage is not small, well, this body cultivation is not bad, but it's a pity, if you hadn't broken the seven pools of my blood clan and brought huge losses to my clan, you would have the heart to accept you as a closed disciple." ”

Listening to Lu Wenpei's eloquent conversation, Feng Jueyu almost laughed out loud, this old guy thought about it proudly, thinking that he was quite amazing, the seven blood pools were destroyed by himself, he even thought about accepting apprentices, it seems that the blood pool is not so important in the hearts of the blood clan.

Feng Jueyu was not in the mood to chat with Lu Wenpei here, put one hand behind his back, and replied with a smile on his face: "Hehe, thank you seniors for your kindness, I don't need a master for the time being." ”

Lu Wenpei is not talking nonsense, he heard that there is a big trouble in the Blood Cangshan Mountains, and he is indeed angry, but now it seems that this guy is not very old, he can break the seventy-two blood jianzhen, and he is a genius who practices martial arts, although the fifteen holes and seven pools have been destroyed by people, but it is not too much of a loss to be able to get a genius disciple, as long as he serves the blood clan.

But as soon as he heard Feng Jueyu's refusal, Lu Wenpei's disguised smiling face was cold, and he said softly: "Give you a shameless face, then don't blame the old man's men for being ruthless, boy, I heard that you broke seventy-two blood, and the old man will come to meet you." ”

After all, Lu Wenpei is not a reckless person, Feng Jueyu can break the blood jianzhen method with the power of one person, and the cultivation is definitely above the realm of consciousness, and it is not low, this Lu Wenpei has already expected, and it is true that he has led people around the exit of the temple for a long time, Lu Wenpei does not want the outside world to know for the time being, the blood clan is to clean up Feng Jueyu, the villain who destroyed the fifteen caves and seven pools, in a way that more people bully fewer people, and in the spirit of thinking about the prestige of the blood clan, Lu Wenpei pulled out the long sword on his waist.

After this battle, Feng Jueyu learned that most of the weapons used by the Weishenme Blood Clan were blood red, and that was because the Blood Clan masters often used their own essence blood essence to conceive their own martial blades, and after a long time, there would be a blood halo.

It's like Lu Wenpei took out this long sword, five feet long, the blade contains cold light, and the blood halo is attached to the surface, exuding a soft and bloody smell, the light of the blood halo rises and disappears, faintly flashing, and the end is a good blade, and the moment Lu Wenpei pulled out the long sword, there was a faint tearing sneer in the air, indicating that the grade had at least reached the black flame level or above, otherwise it would not be so sharp.

In fact, Feng Jueyu was also wondering what kind of identity this old man played in the blood clan, and he actually wore such a high-grade sword.

Here he was thinking, Lu Wenpei's side had already set up the jiashi, the long sword swung slightly, the tip of the sword pointed obliquely to the ground, the position of the tip of the sword True Yuan Qi was strong but not released, stored but not dispersed, there was a buzzing sound, the ground pointed by the tip of the sword was quickly evaporated by the true yuan, and a small pit appeared like this, between the tip of the sword and the pit on the ground, there was a small cyclone produced by the stirring of true qi, with a sonic boom that tore the air, and the sound of sneering was non-stop.

"What a sharp blade. Feng Jueyu smiled slightly, and immediately admired without hesitation, and then raised his eyes to look at Lu Wenpei: "What a profound cultivation." ”

Lu Wenpei smiled proudly, and said insincerely: "Gao Shen doesn't dare to say, it is more than enough to deal with juniors like you, blood pool Lu Wenpei, I will teach Your Excellency a high move." ”

Lu Wenpei's voice was put down, his body floated up gently like a feather, and he jumped three feet, and the sword momentum slowly swung away.

At first, this sword momentum was still very slow, but Feng Jueyu immediately found that as the slow sword momentum spread, hundreds of sword-holding palms appeared on Lu Wenpei's shoulders, and each sword was a superb sword move......

"This sword technique is no worse than the Bloody Sixty-Three Styles. Feng Jueyu's heart shook slightly, and his eyes lit up.

Martial idiot, that is, the obsession that people who practice martial arts suddenly show when they see the wonderful martial arts, is talking about Feng Jueyu, who learned the sixty-three styles of blood and a few strokes of the blood sword through the blood jade statue in the Honghe blood pendant, Feng Jueyu became inexplicably interested in Hongtu martial arts because of the time, and at this moment, he saw that the hundred-handed sword shadow was wide open and closed, and he was suddenly a little reluctant to break Lu Wenpei's swordsmanship.

Whew......

Seeing the sword net above his head sprinkled all over the sky, Feng Jueyu flew sideways, and quickly swam up against the ground, interested in peeking on the characteristics of this wonderful sword technique, Feng Jueyu did not immediately take out the Zique Sword, looking at the impermeable sword net, looking for a gap and trying his best to dodge......

The sword light stabbed against his cheeks, shoulders, back of hands, back of the heart, and side of his legs, stirring the fourfold spirit armor and becoming distorted, the power of this sword technique is really extraordinary, I want to be a peerless learner, the spirit armor is also constantly perfected under the catalysis of the barbarian god flame, and it still can't resist the fierceness of the sword, it seems that the blood clan and the southern realm of Zhou are different.

The more he realized, the more Feng Jueyu came in handy, he was originally suitable for that kind of desperate way of playing, and his adaptability was extremely strong, dozens of moves passed, but he didn't use the Zique Sword, and it became more and more relaxed.

Even so, the others couldn't feel the ease of Feng Jue Yu at all, because Lu Wenpei's sword was too fast, and the scope was extremely wide, and the sword light was sprinkled all over the sky, not to mention that it covered the sky, and it was still possible to cover everyone's sight, looking at Feng Jue Yu's figure like a lonely boat floating on the sea in the wind and rain, the Seven Elders of the Blood Pool were a little relieved, thinking that it was fortunate that this person was not as powerful as Mei Shenghuang, otherwise today's face would be lost.

Thinking so, the elders began to judge their heads.

"Lu Shengzun's Hundred-Hand Blood Sword is indeed extraordinary, and it has improved again in the past two years. ”

"Well, if you continue to fight like this, it shouldn't take more than a hundred moves, and that person will be defeated under Lu Shengzun's sword. ”

“......”

Several old saints stopped and watched, and consciously saw the gap between the two, who knows, at this moment, Lu Wenpei has already scolded the sky in his heart.