Blood, dripping on barren mountains.

Lao Jiu's gray eyes did not have a trace of brilliance. Life is equal, whether it is ordinary people or giants, even if you are the emperor and an ancestor, you still only have one life. No one is exempt.

Qin Feng was independent with his sword, killing one person in his palm, and letting the magic circle formed by the Blood Shadow Rakshasa be scattered. Before they started, each of them thought it was just a game of cat and mouse, just an extra bonus they had planned. Who would have thought that in front of the barren mountain ancient temple, the young man he met would be so prickly. Lao Jiu's death made the fierce fight a relief.

Rumble!

At some point, the warband is back up!

The light of Dao magic shone in the sky. The cyan sword qi, the crimson Shura Dao method, are entangled, like a dragon, fighting a group of sharks.

This time, the Blood Shadow Rakshasa people no longer shouted loudly, Lao Jiu's death, while arousing the anger of the people, also woke them up with blood, this is by no means an imaginary game, a little contempt, the gradually cold body on the barren mountain is an example. The sword shines, and it is not yet known who will kill the deer! The atmosphere in front of the dilapidated ancient temple is strange and murderous! The red light under the opponent's eyes was even more evil, which made Qin Feng's heart awe-inspiring. The famous giant is really terrifying, with a blood-red spirit snake sword, a blood-dripping double hook, and a buzzing and roaring sea-exploring fork. Each with fierce power, fierce fight Huangquan!

Chop!

Qiu Tianwu unleashed a black giant scythe and set off a terrifying sword! Under the darkness of the night, the glare shines brightly, piercing the heart! Roll the blade and crush the sky. Ten subordinates faintly sealed Qin Feng's retreat. This "Rakshasa Slash" is the stunt he relied on to become famous. It is easy not to cast, and there is no problem with the spell itself, but he can only blame his innate fate for being too poor, and he only opened up seventy-two acupoints, and his strength is insufficient, so he can't control the magic power.

Dongtai is a young man, and the corners of his mouth are slightly raised. has been fighting with the iron rod for many years, and his vision will naturally not be bad. This sword of the leader of the giant is really not weak, but it is a pity that he lacks stamina and loses his essence! If it weren't for that, if you want to take over this killing move that the thieves are looking at, you will have to pay some price!

Boom!

With a shake of his body, the years are like a fantasy, Qin Feng's green shirt is agitated, he raises his hand to hold his sword, and the yellow spring crosses the sky, bursting out with scorching light!

Collect the Void Sword! Stir up the barren mountains!

This treasure technique, every time it is used, Qin Feng will have a different understanding. The magic is of the same origin, but everyone's understanding of heaven and earth is different! Ten years of sharpening his sword, his swordsmanship, Lingxiu jumped, sometimes like fire, flames, sometimes like water, cold and deep. The change of artistic conception is unpredictable!

At this moment, time seemed to stand still. Xue Yueqing, who was not far away, her pupils dilated unconsciously. On the beautiful face, the face is full of horror.

Who is Qin Feng?

She is not a girl who has not been deeply involved in the world, so she can naturally see the horror of the Void Sword! With this swordsmanship alone, there is no one in the great Longzhong. Walking all the way, hot on the outside and cold on the inside, she has never asked Qin Feng's roots, there are some things, it is better not to ask! The boy wanted to say that he wouldn't hide it from her...

In the midst of gains and losses, the light in front of him exploded, and the energy surged. The roar shook the gravel of the mountain and filled the smoke and dust of countless plants and trees!

Call!

The figure flew out of the chaotic smoke and dust, and several blood shadow rakshasas leaned over and coughed violently, spurting blood all over the ground. These two spells, the ferocious collision spread so widely, and the power was so strong that it was difficult for the Shura people to bear it. It's not that they haven't seen the boss's hole cards, and they have always been invincible, the boy in the green shirt is really fierce enough, and he doesn't know if he is dead...

Time suddenly stood still, the mountain wind blew, the wisps of smoke and dust dispersed, the two figures, confrontation in the air, Qiu Tian's head was scattered, a scar on the forehead, blood, drop by drop, shocking.

Qin Feng's half-arm sleeves were fluttering, covered in dust. The young man sighed secretly, a sword "gathers void", this person can dodge, and it can be regarded as an extraordinary spell. You must know that this sword is not as powerful as "Datong", but it is the most experienced and grasped means for teenagers. I can't say that I am perfect, and I am not much different from the shape of the gods.

"After all, it's not the right time."

Brother Guang sighed, it had a high demand for Qin Feng. After all, the world it used to be was almost a legend to many creatures on the continent.

Barren mountain, in front of the ancient temple, no one knew how close Qiu Tian was to death at that moment, and when his mind was lost, his body tempered for many years reacted by itself, and he could avoid a sword that sealed his throat.

The robe wet with cold sweat on the back had been dried by the vigor before the smoke and dust dissipated.

"Damn, it's just a little bit, Lao Tzu is back in place!"

After secretly scolding, Qiu Tian shouted, "Fight, prepare for the blood sacrifice!" ”

Whew, whew, whew.

The human figure was scorching, and the remaining ten Blood Shadow Rakshasas showed their bodies, sitting on the barren mountain, and responded in unison. At this time and now, who would have thought that they would meet such a fierce teenager, they would be forced to the "Blood Sacrifice!" to the point of . Qin Fengqing frowned, after a long time of fighting, he also consumed a lot, and with the sound of obscure magic sounds, the aura of these people was completely different from before.

Strange spells seemed to be in the ears, and like beyond the sky. At a certain moment, the Rakshasa led by Qiu Tian cut their wrists together, blood splattered, and with the undulation of the spell, the blood gathered into a strange rune in front of the barren mountain, and the fishy wind and ghost fire filled the surroundings.

Blood mixed with pure heaven and earth energy, in the runes, a red figure slowly got up, groggy limbs, indescribably strange! When that pair of bloody eyes opened and closed, the resentful spirits that pierced through the nine shadows in a trance projected into the world!

Blood Shadow, Rakshasa.

Xue Yueqing muttered to herself. Could the monster in front of him be the famous treasure of the giant Kou, I'm afraid it won't be wrong. Rakshasa clone? Or a divine thought, no matter what the blood and qi gathered, Qin Feng was afraid that he would be in big trouble!

Roar!

With a vicious roar, the Blood Shadow Monster stepped forward. The two black iron chains formed by the blood in his hand burst in the air. The red light from the eyes is like two headlights, scanning the barren mountains!

After Qiu Tian played a trick, he raised his hand and pointed at the young man, and his mouth was surprised.

Kill!

Rumble!

As soon as the words fell, a dark iron chain pierced through the blood mist and turned into an iron spear, stabbing straight at Qin Feng. Evil, abuse, bloodlust and other negative emotions, accompanied by iron spears, like steel needles, pierced the young man's soul. I have to say that the Rakshasa ghost things that came from the Blood Shadow Secret Method "Blood Sacrifice" are really terrifying, Qin Feng has not seen the Divine Soul Secret Method and the powerful body technique, but the monster in front of him combines the two into one, and every time he makes a shot, it is accompanied by a Divine Soul attack, which is by no means a simple one-plus-one problem. The spicy hand was extremely hot, causing the young man to dodge back and forth, his brows furrowed.

"Stinky boy, this thing, in the hands of the Martial Emperor, is not a fart, but just a rakshasa in the Netherworld Blood River. With your current strength, it's a bit tricky! ”

It is rare to see Qin Feng deflated, of course Brother Guang will not let go of the opportunity of the hero to savior.