Ning Feng also stood up with a broken sword to support his body, Su Muyu on his side saw this and hurriedly helped him up, Ning Feng shook his head, signaled that he was fine, and then stood up and grinned at Lan Mo and said: "Of course, I am also at the end of the strong crossbow now, so naturally it is impossible to have a good relationship with the young patriarch of the dignified troll clan, I just don't know if I am begging for mercy now, and if there is a chance to live?"

Lan Mo was stunned when he heard this, and the sound of a beast roar had already been heard in the distance, which made his heart a little solemn, but at this moment, he was obviously still a little stunned when he heard Ning Feng's words, and after a while, he came back to his senses and couldn't help laughing, and his words were full of sarcasm: "What, now that you know that you are begging for mercy, it is not impossible to live, but your previous performance really made me very angry, how can you show your sincerity?"

Su Muyu's face changed, and just as he wanted to speak, Ning Feng smiled at Lan Mo and said loudly: "This nature, you have also seen it, my left hand was just injured, and now I have abolished my right hand?"

Lan Mo and the others thought that Ning Feng was just joking, but after Ning Feng finished speaking, he stabbed his right arm with a broken sword in his left hand, and the blood trickled to the ground in an instant, Ning Feng's right arm instantly drooped, and the blood stained his palm red along his arm, he smiled again, took more than ten steps forward, and then stretched out his right hand.

His right hand continued to tremble in the air, but Ning Feng's voice was categorical: "How, you have also seen my sincerity, young patriarch, if you promise to spare my life, we will high-five and swear, how about I follow you after today?"

These words are undoubtedly very tempting, Ning Feng's talent and powerful Lan Mo have been personally experienced, and Ning Feng is still a half-race person, with half of the blood of the demon race, although they hate the human race, but it is not that they can't accept Ning Feng's half-demon race.

Lan Mo was full of spring breeze, his face was full of warm smiles, and he stretched out his hand and walked towards Ning Feng, while saying slowly: "Naturally, in the future, you will be a member of my troll clan, the past grievances will be written off, and high-fives will be an oath, if anyone breaks his oath, he will not die well!"

He stood opposite Ning Feng, the two of them were only half a meter apart, Lan Mo stretched out his hand and slapped it towards Ning Feng's bleeding palm, a little proud in his heart, such a Terran genius was actually impressed by his Lan Mo's aura, who else?

Syllable......!

A loud slap sounded, Ning Feng grinned, looking at the figure flying upside down in the air with the five finger prints on his bright red face, he felt quite accomplished for a while, and just a few words bluffed the young patriarch of the troll clan, who else?

All this happened so fast, so fast that everyone didn't react until there was a rumbling sound on the ground, followed by a roar like a ghost in the blue desert: "Kill him for me, and the corpse will be broken into ten thousand pieces!"

Su Muyu was stunned on the side, and then remembered what Ning Feng said before, could this be his plan? This is an escape, this is clearly looking for death, Su Muyu thought with black lines in his mind.

Ning Feng took a few steps back, looked at the troll clansmen who were approaching, and suddenly shouted shamelessly: "Wait, to bully more and less, to win without force, I ask for a heads-up, the one on the ground, come, dare to go head-on?"

Lan Moxin said that I have a bag in my brain to fight with you, I will single out your uncle, he roared angrily: "Don't pay attention to what he says, kill him for me, and break the corpse into ten thousand pieces!"

Ning Feng didn't panic at all, but his legs were a little shaky, and he felt that it should be the cause of excessive blood loss......

A martial king killed, the sword light was sharp, Ning Feng was about to cut off a sword with a broken sword in his left hand, but he stopped immediately, and then turned into a block, with a sound of the pit, the two swords collided together, the martial king sneered in his heart, Ning Feng's combat power really plummeted, and even he couldn't stop a beginner martial king, and the human race really couldn't compare to the demon race.

However, as soon as this thought appeared, he immediately felt a hot pain in his face, and Ning Feng took advantage of the moment when he collided with his weapon, and threw out his right hand with a slap.

Another person from the troll clan flew out upside down, with five finger blood marks on his face, and then, several people in succession, Ning Feng skillfully used his body technique to slap continuously, and a group of troll clansmen only felt extremely embarrassed, and they all looked at Ning Feng angrily.

"A bunch of waste, you can't deal with one person, he is now lacking in spiritual power, and his state is extremely poor, but you will only put your face forward and smoke him, what a bunch of rice buckets!"

Lan Mo roared, as he spoke, he only felt a hot pain on his face, he was really angry to the extreme, Ning Feng's behavior was too infuriating, he actually came with him.

A few more people were ready to make a move, Ning Feng's heart sank, he was indeed in an extremely bad state now, and he was able to rely on his body method just now, because the body method consumed very little spiritual power, but this kind of method was enough to use it once, and no one who cultivated to be above or below the Martial King was a fool, and it was really useless to use the same move repeatedly.

"Come back, you protect the young patriarch, I'll go, and, hurry up and wipe off the blood marks on your face, it's too late!"

The old man of the troll clan, who had been cross-legged and closed his eyes on the side to recover, suddenly shouted, as the highest combat power of the troll clan here, he clearly understood the importance of maintaining his peak combat power, the attack of the demon beast must be a vicious battle, if you want Lan Mo not to have an accident, he is the key, this is not only clear to him, but also clear to Lan Mo.

Lan Moyan's face changed when he heard this, and he wiped a handful of the blood stains on his face, and after looking at it for a while, his expression changed greatly, and he exclaimed: "True Demon Blood, one of the top bloodlines of my Demon Clan, who is this guy, and who is standing behind him?"

Lan Mo is a demon race, although their ancestors have been exiled in this small world for generations, they can understand a lot of the secrets of the demon race, whether it is passed on by word of mouth or through the classics of the clan, and these things are the common sense that a young patriarch must have.

Ning Feng not only came to Yin, he temporarily gave him a slap in the face, what was even more insidious was that he actually used blood to make a fuss about their lives, it is not for nothing that the demon clan attaches importance to bloodlines, and powerful bloodlines are born to suppress low-level bloodlines.

The demons with weak bloodlines are not without the opportunity to upgrade their bloodlines, such as devouring the essence blood of high-bloodline martial artists, this situation is very similar to Warcraft, but Warcraft is the target of bullying by all races in the continent, and God does not give them a way to live, in fact, this way of life is also one of the most fundamental reasons why they are coveted by hatred.

They can devour any living creature to break through, correspondingly, they are full of treasures, Ning Feng's true demon blood is undoubtedly extremely tempting to the demonic beasts, Ning Feng can be sure that the demonic beasts who rushed here later will definitely go crazy when they smell his vigorous blood, how can such a good thing Ning Feng enjoy alone, and it is absolutely necessary to share it with the people of the troll clan, everyone is an ally, and the ally is not the one to take the blame at a critical time.

The sinister villain Ning Feng is very panicked now, he was actually discovered, what can I do, and then he grinned, what can I do if I find out, this time he spent his blood and mercilessly gave himself a sword, just as the so-called ruthless even cut himself, it should be him Ning Feng.

Since the demon clan attaches so much importance to qi and blood, he simply makes a fuss about blood, even if you wipe it off, the smell is still there, unless you shave your face in a short time, otherwise it will be in vain.

It is true that he himself will inevitably be hunted down by the Demon Beasts in the future, but so what, once he fights without scruples, he will definitely use the Chaos Ancient Demon Sutra, and once he uses the Chaos Ancient Demon Scripture, his blood will become the prey of all the Demon Beasts.

So even now, Ning Fengming's spiritual power has run out of oil, and he hasn't even run the Chaos Ancient Demon Sutra to recover, not because he doesn't want to, but because the time has not come, the Demon Beast can be a terrifying existence that wants his life, but if the operation is in place, it can't be a big help for him.

The biggest difference between him and others is that he can use the Imperial Beast Duel, which is also a life-saving hole card, thinking of this, Ning Feng finally stopped continuing to hide his qi and blood, and burned the black evil qi and demon blood without reservation in an instant, and at the same time, he began to run the Chaotic Ancient Demon Sutra in his body and began to recover his spiritual power.

The surging terrifying demonic qi and vast qi and blood made Lan Mo and the others' pupils shrink violently, this is the blood of the true demons? This is the difference between the top demon bloodlines and their low-level bloodlines, in an instant, Lan Mo made a decision that he regretted for the rest of his life, his eyes were full of greed, full of thirst for power, and he roared heavily.

"Elder, don't kill him, I want you to capture him alive and bring him back to the clan, I want to keep him in captivity, make him our slave, let his true demon blood change the physique and bloodline of our people, and when all the bloodlines of my people evolve, we will be able to break the spatial barrier, transcend the plane, and return to the Nine Heavens Continent, at that time, we will completely usher in the era of our troll clan!"

When everyone in the troll clan heard this, their eyes were extremely hot, and their bloodline was sublimated, which was the dream of every low-end bloodline demon, and the evolution of the bloodline of the clan was something they dared not think of, but if they could really keep a slave with the blood of a true demon, all of this would not be a dream, and all of this could be realized.

And all this, so close to them now, so close that it is within reach, Ning Feng is where their hope lies.

Although the people of this small world have been deeply rooted here for countless years, they have never forgotten the dream of their ancestors, that is, to break free from the confines of the plane, lead their clansmen out, and wash away the shame of their ancestors.

No, they just lost because they weren't strong enough, they weren't exiled because they were really the big traitors of the demons, the demons were bloodthirsty than them, more warlike than them, and there were too many cruel tribes than them, but because they were weak, because their ancestors were not strong enough, they were eventually exiled.

As demons, they deeply understand what the root of all this is, bloodline!