"Boy, the psychological quality is not bad."

Meng Gongwei grinned, and paid more attention to Ling Chen in his heart, but in his opinion, Ling Chen could only slap his swollen face and become fat, and if he really fought, the other party could not be his enemy.

"What are the Blood Refining Sect and the Ten Thousand Beast Sect colluding for. Speak up, and I'll spare your life. ”

Ling Chen didn't seem to hear anyone else at all, and just said to himself.

"Does this guy have a hole in his brain?"

Zuo Yun's eyes were a little gloomy, and there should be a limit to his bluff, obviously he had already been seen by his opponent to be bluffing, and he was still talking to himself in this person, which was really stupid.

Yao Fang couldn't help frowning, he was too arrogant, that would indeed be stupid.

"Haha, as long as you can block my knife, I'll tell you everything, how about it?"

Meng Gongwei laughed, he thought that Ling Chen was still a talent, but now, he could be sure that Ling Chen was just a crazy and boundless fool.

To deal with this kind of goods, one knife is enough.

With that, he also took a step forward suddenly, and the big knife in his hand slashed out.

"The magic knife drinks blood!"

Above Meng Gongwei's blade, a strange black light burst out, and the sword was like lightning, and it slashed towards Ling Chen's neck.

This knife is extremely fast, and it is almost impossible to see the trajectory of the knife.

"It's dead."

Zuo Yun sneered, as if he had seen the scene of Ling Chen being beheaded, and seeing this annoying guy being beheaded, he felt very happy and in a very comfortable mood.

The next moment, however, his eyes froze.

In its place, there was a look of horror.

In the line of sight, Meng Gongwei's fierce and incomparable knife stopped in front of Ling Chen, without hurting Ling Chen in the slightest, to be precise, he was caught by Ling Chen's two fingers and couldn't move.

"What, he only used two fingers to clamp Meng Gongwei's knife."

Yao Fang and the others were all shocked, and their eyeballs almost fell out.

"No way, this must be an illusion!"

Zuo Yun was even more petrified in place, his eyes widened, and he rubbed it a few times, but the scene in front of him was standing still, it was Ling Chen, who caught Meng Gongwei's knife with two fingers.

"How is that possible?"

Meng Gongwei himself was even more shocked at this time, he found that Ling Chen's clamp seemed to be like an iron tong, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake Ling Chen for half a point.

"Little brute, what a lot of strength, let me go!"

was made red-faced by Ling Chen, Meng Gongwei was also embarrassed, and he was furious, he suddenly raised his palm and slapped it towards Ling Chen's face.

Leaving a ghost, Ling Chen deftly avoided Meng Gongwei's slap, then released his fingers, and the figure floated backwards.

"Blood Fury Seven Styles, Slash!"

Meng Gongwei approached, holding the knife in both hands, the whole person flew high, and the big knife in his hand slashed down.

The blood-colored sword was ten zhang long, spanning the air, cutting through the air.

Sonorous!

At this moment, Ling Chen drew his sword, the sword qi was like thunder, and there was a roar, and in those many shocked eyes, it was intertwined with the sword.

Card rub!

In just an instant, the sword was cut in two, like papier-mâché, vulnerable to a blow.

Swish!

Ling Chen's figure flashed, appeared in mid-air, the Thunder Shadow Sword let go, and then his right hand slapped fiercely on the hilt of the sword, and suddenly, from the place where the sword edged, an extremely sharp sword light shot out.

The sword light burst out like a meteor, shooting directly at Meng Gongwei himself.

As soon as his complexion changed, Meng Gongwei hurriedly raised the big knife to block, and with a bang, the sword light hole shot on the blade, knocking Meng Gongwei back more than ten meters away.

Blocking Ling Chen's sword, Meng Gongwei hurriedly looked towards the blade, only to see that there was a crack in the position where it was hit by the sword light.

The sword just now was so ferocious.

Before he could think about it, a fierce wind blew, and Ling Chen had already flashed in.

A sword, like a stroke of genius, was picked at him.

"Don't push people too hard!"

Meng Gongwei was completely angry, as the master of the Blood Tyrant Hall, when had he ever been so embarrassed, and today he was forced by Ling Chen to lose half of his face, it was simply unreasonable.

The true qi of his body surged out, and was injected into the treasure knife by Meng Gongwei, at this moment, Meng Gongwei's momentum increased greatly, and he slashed at Ling Chen's head, wanting to take a step ahead of Ling Chen and kill the other party.

Poof!

Meng Gongwei's sword stopped in front of Ling Chen's neck, and he didn't advance for half a minute, because there was already an extra blood mark on his neck.

His sword was fast, but Ling Chen's sword was one step faster than him.

Before his knife could hurt Ling Chen, Ling Chen's sword had already pierced into his neck.

"It can't be."

Meng Gongwei's body fell, and until he was dying, he didn't believe that he would die here, killed by a small character.

The other disciples of the Blood Refining Sect were already stunned and speechless.

"Kill!"

Yao Fang was the first to react, after Meng Gongwei was killed, he also instantly raised his spear and rushed towards a disciple of the Blood Refining Sect.

"Demon Scale Gun, Flurry!"

The spear shook out more than a dozen spear shadows, and the spear shot out like a dragon, killing most of the Blood Refining Sect disciples in an instant.

The others also rushed out one after another, venting the pent-up resentment during this time, and moved their hands mercilessly, killing and killing.

"Keep your mouth alive!"

Seeing that everyone was like a wolf and a tiger, Ling Chen also hurriedly shouted.

When the words fell, everyone also woke up, leaving the last Blood Refining Sect disciple alive.

"Brother Wuchen, these people from the Blood Refining Sect are extremely hateful, and they are innocent of death, why do they want to stay alive?"

Yao Yingying asked a little puzzled.

"It's still useful to keep them."

Ling Chen's gaze fell on the body of the Blood Refining Sect disciple, and then his eyes suddenly froze, "What are you conspiring with the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect recently?" Say it, and I can consider not killing you. Otherwise, I'll immediately dismantle you and throw you to feed the dogs. ”

"I said, I said,"

The Blood Refining Sect disciple nodded again and again, and then said: "But I'm just an ordinary disciple of the Blood Suppression Hall, and I don't know the secrets in the sect very well, I only know that people from the Ten Thousand Beast Sect have come to us frequently recently, and every time, a large number of blood slaves will be transported over." ”

"In the past three months, the number of blood slaves going out to arrest blood slaves has also skyrocketed, up to twice a month in the past, and now they go out to arrest people almost every day, but all the blood slaves have finally been transported into the Blood Demon Palace, only to enter, not out, we, the disciples, are also puzzled by this."

"So many blood slaves, all of them have been sent to the Blood Demon Palace."

Ling Chen was also surprised, there must be something greasy in this.

"You show us the way and find the Blood Demon Palace, not only will I not kill you, but when the Blood Refining Gate is destroyed, I will mention you as the hall master, how about it?"

Ling Chen's eyes flashed slightly, staring at the Blood Refining Sect disciple, and said in a condensed voice.

(End of chapter)