Xiang Aoyu turned his head to look at the short old man who rushed over, smiled coldly, casually threw He Yongliang in front of him, stepped on the handsome face with his right foot, and said in a low voice: "If you dare to take another step forward, I will step on his head." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Those blood master disciples who were seriously injured and fell to the ground looked at Xiang Aoyu who was standing not far away, and their faces were bloodless with fright, their eyes widened, revealing an expression of disbelief.

Oh, my God! Is this still He Yongliang, the most outstanding outer disciple of the Blood Sect? On weekdays, I went there with a high-spirited and overwhelming appearance, how could I lie on the ground like a leper dog, and let others trample under my feet, what a humiliating scene!

"Third Uncle, you have to be the master for us, this kid has abolished all our meridians."

After seeing the short old man, those Blood Master disciples howled one after another, crying about what happened to them.

This short old man was the third uncle who was in charge of urging the big array on the third floor, and when he heard a fierce fight from downstairs, he sensed that He Yongliang's aura suddenly weakened, so he knew that something was wrong, and broke the floor and rushed down.

After seeing the scene in the DJ hall, he was also dumbfounded, a group of disciples from the outer sect of the blood head sect were defeated by a thin little kid.

The third uncle looked at He Yongliang, whose face was pale, and shouted angrily: "Arrogance! Master He's nephew is a big disciple of the outer door of the blood master, the old man advises you, let him go, and spare your life! ”

"Ridiculous! Could it be that the disciples of your blood head are human beings, and these ordinary people killed by him are not human beings? Xiang Aoyu sneered, stretched out his hand and pointed to the hostages in the hall who were killed by He Yongliang, and asked rhetorically.

"Humph! The disciples of the Blood Master are all carefully selected elites, and all of them are extraordinarily talented, how can they be compared to these ordinary people? Seeing those corpses on the ground, a trace of disdain flashed in the eyes of the third uncle, and he snorted coldly.

Smelling the gradually stronger smell of blood in the air, Xiang Aoyu frowned, and stepped on He Yongliang's remaining left arm.

Click! Yes!

A crisp bone cracking sound sounded, He Yongliang screamed and suddenly passed out, under Xiang Aoyu's huge kick, his left arm was actually broken into two, and countless blood spurted out from the broken arm, and soon stained the ground.

"You!" The third uncle was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect the kid in front of him to be so ruthless, and he directly abolished He Yongliang's left hand.

Xiang Aoyu didn't even look at him, bent down to pick up the unconscious He Yongliang, his body moved, appeared in front of another blood master disciple, and stepped on it again with murderous energy.

Boom!

There was another crisp bone cracking sound, and before the blood master disciple could react, he was trampled on his head, and all kinds of red and white things splashed everywhere, and a large amount of blood spurted out from the headless neck like a fountain, and immediately poured on Xiang Aoyu's body.

"Third uncle, come and save us, this kid is crazy!"

The remaining few Blood Master disciples immediately gasped, cold sweat the size of soybeans oozed from their foreheads, and they screamed loudly.

In fact, the competition in the blood master is very fierce, and in order to compete for the ranking of the outer gate, there are often competitions between the senior brothers, and there is rarely such a brutal scene in front of them. At the scene of the competition, there are uncle-level masters in charge of referees, and whenever the winner is decided, he will come forward to stop it in time.

They were stupid by the scene in front of them, and a panic arose in their hearts, and only then did they realize that the emaciated boy in front of them was extremely cruel, and killing people was as simple as killing chickens.

Xiang Aoyu's eyes were red, and he reached out disapprovingly to wipe the blood on his face, kicked the headless corpse far away, and said lightly: "In my eyes, everyone is the same, what kind of disciple of the head of the blood sect, as long as it is someone who is looking for trouble with me, kill them all!" ”

"Bold! Third uncle, this person is a demon, he must ......" One of the blood head disciples stretched out his hand and pointed at Xiang Aoyu, scolding, only to see the figure in front of him flash, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in his neck, and the whole person suddenly became fluttering and flew up.

"Stinky boy, don't think that He Yongliang is a hostage, you can mess around, kill my disciples, and die!" Seeing a big head rolling down in front of him, the third uncle couldn't help but get angry, revealing a fierce expression, his body moved, and rushed towards Xiang Aoyu.

Sensing a majestic murderous aura coming towards him, Xiang Aoyu seemed to feel that time seemed to stand still, his whole body froze, and he looked at the third uncle who was constantly approaching, and a sense of powerlessness rose in his heart.

This is the strength of the Spirit Gathering? It's horrible!

The momentary feeling of powerlessness made him feel like he had fallen into a cold ice river, and although he kept gritting his teeth and holding on, his knees gradually became uncontrollably bent, and he was about to fall to his knees.

As if sensing the crisis Xiang Aoyu was facing, the piece of square jade suspended in his mind suddenly turned, emitting a blood-red light, enveloping the surface of his body.

Click!

The magical blood-red light isolated the soul coercion of the Gathering Spirit Period emanating from the Third Senior Uncle, and Xiang Aoyu, who had regained control of his body, stepped back without hesitation, pinched He Yongliang's right hand and squeezed it vigorously, and a crisp sound came.

"How is that possible? You broke free of my grip and killed him? ”

After seeing the blood-red light on Xiang Aoyu's body, the third uncle obviously sensed that the other party had broken free from the pressure of his soul, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and stopped, but saw He Yongliang crooked his neck, his eyes bulging outward, and he was out of breath.

"Third uncle, hurry up!"

"Senior Brother has been killed by him, what are you hesitating about?"

The other Blood Master disciples became even more frightened in their hearts, struggling to stay away from Xiang Aoyu, the killing star, but unfortunately the meridians were broken, and they couldn't use their strength at all, so they could only lie on the ground and scream loudly.

It's too evil, this kid only has the strength of the middle stage of external strength, how can he break free from my coercion, there must be some treasure on his body.

The third uncle's old face was cloudy, and a persistent greed arose in his heart, and a breath that swept through thousands of armies suddenly burst out from him, and his speed suddenly increased, and he reached out and grabbed Xiang Aoyu.

Xiang Aoyu knew the other party's thoughts, and when the other party hesitated, he casually threw He Yongliang's corpse towards the third uncle, and then his body flashed instantly, moving in front of the remaining blood master disciples, like stepping on a balloon, towards the heads of those people, one by one.

Boom! Boom!

The best heads were trampled apart like watermelons, and the blood and brains were mixed together, staining the floor of the entire DJ hall, and the smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger.

The third uncle stretched out his hand to take He Yongliang's corpse, just in time to see the blood head disciples being trampled on their heads one by one, and his heart was furious, the blood head disciples who went down the mountain this time were already dead, and he would definitely be punished by the head of the house when he went back, and he couldn't help but have killing intent.

"The world of blood!" The embarrassed and angry Third Master Uncle used his best moves, and the same moves were cast from his hands, far more violent than He Yongliang.