The Black Dragon Sword groaned freely and softly, as if it was constantly urging Nangong Fan to do something. It has just advanced for a long time, and it seems that it is about to face another advancement.

Nangong Fan moved his body again, and the blood rain continued to fall.

In just a quarter of an hour, there was no one left, nothing but devastation. A bloody shadow left without hesitation.

In the middle of the night, the sand squirmed, and four orcs who looked to have just come of age broke through the ground.

The four of them looked at each other, looking around at the blood around them, and there were only four of them left in the entire village!

Although they have always known that this world is very cruel, there is also a strong beast in the body, which makes them accustomed to the death of people around them. But it was the first time that a thousand people disappeared like this, leaving only a little blood.

Fortunately, those orcs who bravely faced death buried these four young men early, otherwise they would have to collapse directly when they saw Nangong Fan's cruel killing scene.

"It's just the four of us...... someone sighed, how could the four of them survive in the desert without the protection of adults?

"Do you see the man's appearance clearly?" The bull-headed young man at the head was stunned, and the parents who loved him like a baby disappeared like this!

"Blue hair...... Blood-colored eyes?" Several people were at the end of the crowd all the time, and then they escaped by hiding in the desert.

This strange gravel sheltered them, so that when Nangong Fan walked around on the sand, he didn't notice that there was still a trace of living beings under a meter.

"What should we do now?" the only woman among the four, holding a rabbit's head, kneading the animal skin on her body, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes.

"I fed the horses with Uncle Thousand Blades, but I had to go and see how many of them came back. The young men of the bull were also full of solemnity, they often went out hunting with adults, and they knew the cruelty of this desert. If the four of them walked, I am afraid that if they only walked a thousand meters, they would all be buried in the mouth of the demon beast.

"But where are we going?" the rabbit-headed girl burst into tears.

"Don't be afraid, I'll protect you. A bear-headed young man "snapped" and patted his chest vigorously.

All three orc youths made a pledge.

"Uh-huh....."

When a few people came to the back of the town, the weeds that grew out of the cracks in the desert were still there, but there was no demon blood horse.

"Do you say, will the horses ......?"

"Probably not, right? The Demon Blood Horse let go of its speed, and even the Consummation Realm had to be thrown away. The bull-headed young man has no bottom in his heart.

"I know where the grown-ups are storing their flesh and blood, so let's wait here. The bear-headed young man gritted his teeth and said, his father was a high-level Bone Quenching Realm bear-headed man who was ruthlessly devoured by the Black Dragon Sword.

"Well, I just hope the horses will come back. The bull-headed young man sat on the ground and quickly stood up again, "Let's go to the stone house and stay, where we can guard against demon beasts below the Xuan Realm, it is safer." ”

Several people passed by several stone houses, and all the underage orcs inside had disappeared.

"Devil, devil!" the four youths shuddered.

One day and one night, a few blood-red horses returned here.

With the help of the bull-headed youth, one man mounted a horse.

"Where are we going?"

"Uncle Thousand Blades' main vein. ”

"Is Uncle Thousand Blades really from the Oasis?"

"Of course, only the people of the oasis can shelter us and avenge us. The bull-headed young man's eyes were full of blood, full of bitter hatred.

Four demon blood horses left a bloody shadow and galloped across the desert.

......

The town is four miles away.

Nangong Fan's face was extremely pale, staring at the black dragon sword in his hand.

He lost a large part of his memory, he only remembered that he had escaped the bombardment with a shapeshifter at the last moment, and he didn't remember how it reverberated after that.

This is an extremely terrifying thing for a cultivator.

Remembering that the black dragon sword was a demon before, Nangong Fan took out the black dragon sword that was floating in the dantian.

Looking at this evil sword that was also deeply guarded against with great satisfaction, was it a troublemaker?

The long sword in his hand, which was like an arm waving his fingers, seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds at the moment, and he felt a little unstable in his grip, giving him the feeling that he had caught a devil who would destroy himself at any time. If it weren't for the fact that he had polished his temperament more firmly since he practiced the Bible, he might have thrown the black dragon sword on the ground and never picked it up again.

The fear felt by the orc clan was also spreading in Nangong Fan's heart at this time, but it was only a little more gentle.

Took a deep breath.

"Can you hear me?"

The voice was light and fluttering, without a hint of force. The Black Dragon Sword naturally did not respond, just like an ornament, lying on top of Nangong Fan's palm.

Look it up and down.

The sword body and hilt were almost all pitch black, so black that it was deep, so black that it was terrifying, so black that Nangong Fan's entire mind was attached to it, and it was difficult to remove his eyes.

The long sword didn't look sharp, and at this time, Nangong Fan found that the two cyan stripes that had been branded under the baking of the Qinglian Dao Fire had already flowed on both sides of the sword body, and only by standing the sword up could this cyan be discovered.

This cyan color exudes a hint of holiness, which is incompatible with the momentum of the entire sword, but it is perfectly integrated.

Weird, contradictory.

The long sword did not move, Nangong Fan took a deep breath, and moved his gaze to the hilt of the sword, which was a small dragon head, even the eyeballs, and there seemed to be a light flowing in it, as if he was also silently looking himself up and down. My heart tightened, and I felt more and more that what I was holding was no longer a dead thing, but a living being.

Staring at the crystal that became the dragon's eyeball, the absurdity gave birth to the feeling of four eyes facing each other, and he exhaled a breath of turbidity, and his eyes gradually filled with a trace of madness.

"Can you hear me? I know you're doing it!"

"You are an evil sword, and I am also a member of the Demon Gate, you can no longer find a master as good as me. ”

Nangong Fan saw that the black dragon sword did not react, and the madness in his eyes was even worse, and he gently spat out words from his mouth, clenched the long sword suddenly, and stabbed it into his right chest.

Blood spurted, and the long sword pierced through his chest, revealing the tip of the sword from his back. Nangong Fan's eyes did not fluctuate at all, "Don't you need the blood of living beings?" ”

"Hey, I'd like to see how evil you are. Nangong Fan's face turned pale and he licked the corners of his mouth.

He still remembers what he saw that night when he regained his consciousness and returned to Pingsha Town. Only four orcs, apparently in their recent adulthood, slumped helplessly.

His eyes were full of blood, and even the black stone house was covered in splattered blood.

What about the other orcs?

Without thinking too much, Nangong Fan only understood in an instant, and he was all buried in his own hands.

How is this different from an orc? Is this still a human? Is there still a little bit of humanity?

It's not that Nangong Fan thinks that orcs don't deserve to die, it's just that a group of orcs who have no resistance died so cruelly in their own hands, no matter how they think about it, they don't feel comfortable.

He felt that what the orcs needed more was to be repressed and civilized. Just like Mengjun, what he does is the thing of creation. When human nature prevails and can suppress the desires of beasts, how different is there between orcs and humans?

In Nangong Fan's view, the fact that all ethnic groups can live in harmony is the work of education.

As for all embarking on the road of becoming gods and ancestors, fighting for opportunities, and striving for eternal life, the killing between them is acceptable. But those fights had nothing to do with the orcs at the bottom.

If every cultivator kills the low-level people of other races, the whole world will be reshuffled. It is these people at the bottom who fill the world with it. Only then did more people embark on the road to contribute to the construction of this not wide road.

Of course, Nangong Fan is so upset, it is really too similar to orcs and humans. They all walk upright, and they can all think when they are born, the only difference is the head, but many human races also need demon beast bloodlines in their bodies, such as the Ten Thousand Beasts Gate and the Demon Sect are all exercises to explore this kind of bloodline in order to fully stimulate and turn into a demon beast themselves.

Even demon beasts can turn into human forms and walk the world in a certain realm, and go to the Great Dao.

The narrower the path ahead, the more you can feel that all the races have something in common.

It is also this commonality that when the human race first appeared, there was a demon clan power to feel it and protect it. In order to let the human race survive in the cracks, and gradually be proud of the heavens.

As for the fact that demons eat people and people eat demons, it is nothing more than a matter of survival.

Thinking about it, Nangong Fan's own heart was also very vague, and even he didn't know if it was because of the grievances of those dead orcs, or whether he was teaching a profound lesson to the evil sword that was gradually out of his control.

The Black Dragon Sword still didn't respond at all, it seemed that everything was just Nangong Fan's illusion. Sensing that the magic of the Black Dragon Sword had not exploded in his body, the hand holding the sword clenched and rotated slightly, and the blood flowed frantically from the gap in his chest like news.

This is completely to put himself to death, looking at the slightly crazy eyes, he will never give up without the response of this sword.

The black dragon sword flashed red, and a huge force seemed to break free from Nangong Fan's shackles, to gain freedom from the palm of his hand, and to drill out of his chest.

"I thought you were going to pretend to be dead?" Nangong Fan, who was pale, had more obvious feminine lines, and his pupils were full of madness. Whoever looks at him at first glance will think it's super fine.

Coughing up blood foam lightly in his mouth, and as soon as the strength in his hand was loosened, the black dragon sword suddenly retreated from his chest.

One person and one sword, giving each other a step, it seems to be harmonious.

The Black Dragon Sword spontaneously leaped in the sky, seemingly a little aggrieved, with a hint of reluctance.

Nangong Fan's face was stunned, he really became a spirit?

Nangong Fan suffered from gains and losses, but he still didn't make any moves.

A burst of essence energy shot out from the tip of the sword, covering the miserable chest. A warm current spreads, and the wound recovers at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Nangong Fan almost laughed out loud, judging from his own harvest after slaughtering a living creature every time, the harvest of the Black Dragon Sword was only stronger than him, not weaker.

But the Black Dragon Sword has always been greedy, and Nangong Fan is very satisfied if he can drink a little soup, after all, without the Black Dragon Sword, he doesn't even have the means to kill and absorb energy by the way.

This is the first time that energy has been pulled out from the black dragon sword's hand, and it should be a big white!