The powerful enough Demon King and the giant man Pablo, although they were not as unbearable as the others, were also affected by this fluctuation, especially the giant man Pablo, his face became even more ugly and hideous, and from the blood-red sword, he felt a sense of threat of death.

"Open it for me."

The threat of death caused the giant man Pablo to fully erupt, roaring wildly, bursting out with tremendous power like a tide, and instantly breaking the blood-light threads bound to his body.

Freed from the shackles of the blood-light threads, the giant man Pablo was murderous, rushing straight at the opposite Rushui like a rhinoceros, wanting to interrupt the attack of the blood-red greatsword with one blow.

Standing there holding the Holy Grail of Blood, Rushui still had that pure and expressionless appearance, as if he was ignoring the giant man Pablo who was rushing in.

"Give me death." Rushing in front of Rushui, the giant man Pablo shouted violently, waved a fist the size of a casserole, and smashed it straight to Rushui's head with a hideous and bloodthirsty face.

This punch gathered all the strength in his body, even if it was a giant granite, he was confident that he would shatter it, and in his opinion, as long as he killed Rushui, he would be able to get out of the dangerous situation in front of him.

Pablo, a giant man who was bent on killing like water, didn't notice that the blood-red greatsword covered with strange textures in mid-air suddenly opened an eye in the center after absorbing a large amount of blood.

Yang Hong, who was in the distance, saw this terrifying scene, his heart was also trembling, although it was far away, he still felt a sense of death threat from the blood-red sword.

In addition, a strong impulse surged in his body again, and while his qi and blood were boiling, a strong hostility arose in his heart, wanting to destroy the blood-red greatsword.

Sensing this sudden emotion and impulse, Yang Hong immediately suppressed it with his own willpower, and at the same time, he became even more puzzled in his heart, always feeling that he seemed to have some secrets in his body that he didn't know.

Compared with Yang Hong, the giant man Pablo had a different feeling, just when his fist was about to hit Rushui, an inexplicable horror dared to flood his heart, and even his body stiffened in an instant.

In the eyes of others, it was the eye that grew out of the blood-red greatsword covered with strange textures, which turned like a human eye, and locked on the giant man Pablo, so that he who was waving his fist immediately froze in place, and the distance between the fist and the water was only twenty or thirty centimeters.

Almost at the same time as his body froze, the blood-red greatsword suspended in mid-air turned into a red light and stabbed at the giant man Pablo.

Pablo, a giant man who has practiced foreign hard kung fu to such an extent that it is difficult for a bullet to hurt him, was as fragile as tender tofu just out of the pot under the attack of the blood-red sword, and was instantly pierced by the sword body.

His body trembled suddenly, and Pablo, a giant man who had returned to normal, looked down at the blood-red sword body pierced from his chest, his face was full of fear and unwillingness, and he opened his mouth to shout, but his body quickly shriveled and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally collapsed into ashes.

The strange blood-red greatsword with one eye also collapsed, turning into a stream of blood and re-entering the Blood Holy Grail.

The demon king, who was at war with the blood slaves, was so frightened that his blood was cold when he saw the scene of the giant man Pablo being killed.

He never imagined that Pablo, a man as strong as a giant, would be so vulnerable under the attack of the blood-red greatsword, and he didn't even have a corpse left in the end.

An irrepressible chill surged from his heart, and the Shemale King's mind suddenly became chaotic, and his body became a little stiff.

Just obeying the command of Rushui, not being interfered by any foreign objects, like a blood slave like a combat weapon, naturally will not give the demon king a chance to recover, and he will be bombarded with a wild bang.

The demon king who lost his mind had no time to resist at all, and in the face of the blood slave who was getting stronger and stronger in the war, he was immediately hit hard, and fell to the ground with blood spurting from his mouth, and the murderous blood slave chased after him.

"Like water, spare him his life." Yang Hong, who saw this scene, hurriedly shouted.

The blood slave who had already rushed to the front of the demon king, waving his claws and about to tear apart the demon king's chest, immediately stopped, although his eyes flashed with a trace of unwillingness and killing intent, he only roared twice, and then gave up the attack and stood beside him.

Rushui's control over the blood slave made Yang Hong a little surprised in his heart, originally he just tried to say it, but he didn't expect the blood slave to be so obedient, which also made him regret it even more, he knew this, and he didn't let Rushui kill the dozen blood slaves.

At the end of the battle, the sixth underground floor, which had been fighting constantly, instantly became quiet, but Tang Haotian and the others were still immersed in the terrifying blood-red sword just now.

Not only Tang Haotian and the others, but Yang Hong was also apprehensive, if the blood-red sword was attacking him, he really didn't know if he could resist it.

Thinking of this, Yang Hong's gaze at Rushui's back was a little more complicated.

He thought that Rushui was very powerful, but he didn't expect that in the case of controlling the Blood Holy Grail, it would be so terrifying, and the move just now, it is estimated that even a grandmaster-level powerhouse has a high chance of hating on the spot.

Just when he was emotional and complicated, Rushui's delicate body trembled, and slowly fell towards the ground, which made Yang Hong's heart tremble, and he hurriedly rushed up at full speed, and held her up the moment before she fell to the ground.

"Rushui, what's wrong with you, it's okay." Supporting his delicate body, looking at his pale face and cold as water, Yang Hong hurriedly said with some nervousness, even he didn't know why he was so nervous about a woman he hadn't known for a long time.

While talking and asking, Yang Hong reached out and grabbed Rushui's wrist, wanting to check her pulse and probe the situation.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little tired, I'll be fine after a little rest." Rushui shook his head palely.

Yang Hong, who took the pulse, changed his face slightly, sensed it carefully, took a deep look at Rushui, and nodded silently: "It's okay, then you can rest in these first." ”

Helping Rushui to the side, Yang Hong's expression was a little ugly, he stood up, looked down at Rushui, and what lingered in his mind was the result of his pulse just now.

"How can people not have any pulse, could it be that I made a mistake in taking the pulse!" Muttering to himself in his heart, Yang Hong was a little difficult to accept for a while, and subconsciously looked for a reason for himself.

Although he was in a hurry just now, he could be sure that he had not taken the wrong pulse, such as water does not have the slightest pulse, this kind of situation can only occur in a dead person, even if he is seriously injured, his life is dying, and he has run out of oil, he will have a trace of pulse, and there will definitely be nothing.

After thinking about it, he couldn't figure out what was going on, and then thought of the scene when he saw Rushui before, it was obvious that Rushui was even more mysterious than he imagined.

Suppressing the suspicion in his heart, Yang Hong walked quickly to the seriously injured Demon King, put the fake Tiger Spirit Sword in his hand in front of him and said, "Do you want to die, or do you want to live." ”

"If you want to live, of course I want to live, as long as you are willing to let me go, let me do anything." After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, the shemale king hurriedly responded with a pale face.

In front of him was Yang Hong, who was holding a fake tiger sword, and next to him was a blood slave whose recovery ability could be called a monster, he knew that he could not escape, and now that the giant man Pablo was dead here, and there was no one else, he naturally would not have any scruples, everything was just to save his life.

"Very good, in that case, then whatever I ask you, you will answer, if you dare to hide something, or make it up, don't blame me for being ruthless." The fake tiger sword was pressed against the neck of the demon king, and Yang Hong said coldly with an expressionless face.

"Yes, yes, even if you ask, as long as I know, I definitely know everything." The shemale king who nodded like a chicken running through broken rice, wagged his tail and promised in a row like a begging pity.

After scaring the Shemale King, Yang Hong asked all the doubts in his heart and the information he wanted to know, among which he deliberately asked some things he knew to judge the authenticity of the Shemale King's answer.

What satisfied him was that the shemale king was not perfunctory, maybe he was really frightened, as long as he asked something, the shemale king would answer immediately.

Through the Shemale King, Yang Hong learned a lot, including about bloodthirsty potions.

It turned out that he had always thought that the so-called second-generation potion was an upgraded version of the bloodthirsty potion, but the result was completely unexpected.

The so-called bloodthirsty potion is not a medicine at all, but a waste product made during the research of the second-generation medicine, although it can make people's strength increase in a short period of time, once the bloodthirsty medicine is injected, the result will also be miserable.

The first-generation medicinal liquid researched by the immortal bird tissue has no obvious side effects, whether it is the indifferent male bloody hand or the shemale king himself, it can be regarded as an experimental product, and this medicinal liquid has been injected.

After injecting the first-generation potion, the strength and recovery ability of the body will be improved to a certain extent, although the amplitude is not comparable to that of the bloodthirsty potion, but it also does not have the terrifying side effects like the bloodthirsty potion.

According to the Demon King, the second-generation medicinal liquid they studied, once the research was successful, could further improve people's physical fitness and resilience, enough to make a first-class peak master rise to a level comparable to that of a quasi-grandmaster, and there would not be too many side effects.

And the so-called bloodthirsty potion is just a defective product of the second-generation medicinal liquid, and the reason why it leaked out is only to attract some ancient warriors, such as the ancient yoga master Po Suo, who had a broken arm, was attracted by the recovery ability of the bloodthirsty medicine.

Hearing this, Yang Hong's heart was full of suspicions, the second-generation potion had obviously failed, even if it succeeded, it was estimated that it would not reach the level of rebirth of a broken arm, and when he was on the seventeenth floor underground, he saw with his own eyes that the arm had fully recovered.

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Yang Hong finished asking a series of questions, and said with a slight movement in his heart: "How much do you know about the eighteen underground floors." ”

The demon king, who was still talking endlessly just now, heard this, like a rooster stuck in his neck, and instantly lost his voice.

"That, my lord, it's not that I don't want to say it, but I really don't know anything about the eighteenth floor underground." The Shemale King said cautiously and nervously.

A chill flashed in his eyes, and Yang Hong rubbed the fake tiger sword against the neck of the demon king again: "Lie to the ghost, with your strength, you should not have a low status in the immortal bird organization, how can it be not clear at all." ”

Feeling the cold and sharp blade, the Demon King stiffened with fright, and begged for mercy with a wry smile on his face: "My lord, I really don't know, only the messenger can enter and exit the eighteen underground floors, and I haven't even been there, my lord, you have to believe me." ”

"Emissary!" After being stunned for a moment, Yang Hong thought of the beautiful woman he saw on the eighteenth floor, and told him about the other party's appearance and height.

"Yes, yes, she's the messenger of our Immortal Bird Organization." The Demon King nodded slightly with joy on his face, and his eyes turned and said, "That, my lord, you have seen the messenger." ”