"Hate the Heavens? The ninth longest hateful hook of the demon soldier? ”

Fang Yuan sneered with a knife: "I don't know how many of you can rank in the Demon Dao as a monkey?" ”

"Juniors are rampant!"

With such an attitude, he suddenly made this brocade-clothed and jade-robed hater half angry, he was in a high position in the Demon Gate, and he was full of words, when did he receive this kind of anger: "Although you have become the master of the blood-drinking knife, have you ever practiced the secret method in the sword?" The Blood-Drinking Knife is only at the bottom of the top ten demon soldiers, and it is still under the hook of long-hatred! Not to mention...... The previous generation of the blood-drinking knife master was a disaster for the rivers and lakes, and was defeated by the head of the Kong family with a Haoran righteous qi ruler, and the blood-drinking knife was also severely damaged by the seal, even if the sacrifice was re-refined, how much power could it recover? ”

This hated Tianhou and was full of confidence.

But in fact, it was secretly performing magic skills, which was hitting Fang Yuan's self-confidence.

An old man like him, when he really faced the enemy, he naturally wouldn't make the mistakes that only a fledgling rookie would have, and he was extremely vigilant against Fang Yuan at this time.

"That's a lot of nonsense!"

Fang Yuan frowned and rushed forward.

Snort!

The blood-drinking knife mopped the ground, brought up a long knife mark, and in an instant, he came to the side of the Hated Tianhou and drew the knife with his backhand.

Shout!

A blood-colored knife seven or eight feet long appeared, as if it had opened the world, and smashed down on the head.

While!

The hatred of Tianhou flashed in his eyes, and he raised the hook and sealed it horizontally.

There was a muffled sound, and his feet suddenly went deep into the ground, and spider web-like cracks appeared around him, and the front of the Divine Soldier Mountain Villa was originally paved with a cyan stone floor, but at this time it was a mess and shattered.

A large number of sparks flickered, but the black iron hook steadily took the attack of the Blood Drinking Knife without the slightest damage.

Buzzing!

Even, in the tremor of the iron hook, a wave of hatred continued to spread and render, and it had the momentum of demonic dyeing.

This ninth demon soldier in the world really lives up to its name.

"Bloody battle!"

Fang Yuan laughed, and suddenly slashed out eight knives, occupying the gossip position.

The sword qi was spiritual, and even swam away automatically, as if forming a knife array, and the blood and light were rolling, crushing towards the hating Tianhou in the center.

"The sword technique in the Great Blood Demon Skill?"

The Hatred of Heaven Hou screamed, and his hands suddenly turned pitch black: "Hatred of Heaven Demon Skill!" ”

Until this time, he finally stopped hiding and used the ability to press the bottom of the box.

This Heavenly Hate Demon Skill is passed from the Long Hate Hook, which is a heavenly exercise, and at this time he performed it, the yin wind roared angrily, and the dark clouds covered the sun, and the momentum was amazing.

"Heavenly ...... Elephant ......"

Nangong Wentian looked at this scene, but he muttered, saying this realm that all martial artists are fascinated by.

Even if martial arts are cultivated to a first-class grand master, they are still mortals.

But the sky is different!

With this step, the warrior can use his body to attract celestial phenomena and exert all kinds of incredible magical powers, which can be described as a transcendent step into holiness!

"Haha...... What about celestial warriors? ”

Fang Yuan swung his sword, and his body was shrouded in a layer of rich blood light, almost three feet thick, no matter what the yin wind and black clouds, they were all blocked.

Of course, he didn't cultivate the Great Blood Demon Skill.

But the knife technique in it is very suitable for the blood-drinking knife, and at this time, it is also good to use the foundation of the six-pole imperial weapon technique to urge.

What's more, he still has the hole card of the source power, so it can be said that even if the previous blood-drinking knife master resurrects and fights against him, the one who is consumed to death in the end will definitely not be him.

Of course...... The range of the celestial warrior is a bit terrifying, and if you fight here, I'm afraid it will affect the pond fish! ’

Fang Yuan held the knife in both hands, as if Pangu had opened the sky, and slashed violently: "Blood washes the world!" ”

Laugh at!

The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the blood-colored knife qi more than ten zhang long slashed horizontally, suddenly dividing a large piece of land in front of the Shenbing Mountain Villa into two and pushing it into the reckless mountain forest behind.

In the Divine Soldier Villa, the three sisters of Nangong and Nangong Wentian all looked at this scene nervously, with different expressions.

In their eyes, in the dense forest outside the mountain villa, it seemed that a black tornado had been set off, competing with a blood-colored dragon.

Even Xu Ruyu and Chang Kun couldn't take their eyes off it, and their blood was boiling.

After all, they are also martial artists and have their own martial arts attachments!

"The martial arts are extreme, and the scenery is really unique...... In any case, this battle will definitely alarm the rivers and lakes......" Chang Kun put his sword back into the sheath and sighed faintly: "Ah Qing, my brother is probably going to be famous all over the world!" ”

"It does ......"

Xu Ruyu nodded, looked at Nangong Xiu next to her, sighed again, and frowned tightly.

Worrying about hating Tianhou winning and killing is only one aspect.

On the other hand, I am also worried that after this battle, even though the Divine Soldier Villa is powerful in the martial arts, both father and son are demons, and I am afraid that it will lead to the crusade of the righteous path of martial arts.

Nangong Xiu thought exquisitely, and had already discovered that this husband's expression was wrong, and couldn't help but be gloomy.

"Hmph...... The surname is Xu, you are still not a man? ”

When Nangong Fu saw this scene, he immediately snorted coldly: "My eldest brother-in-law has a family and a business, and he cares more than you, and he hasn't said anything yet, so you are like this...... It's hateful that the second sister was blind at the beginning, so she married you! ”

"Say no more!"

Nangong Wentian waved his hand to stop the scolding in her mouth, but her eyes never left the jungle: "If this battle is hopeless and defeated, we will go to Huangquan together, and it will be clean...... Ruyu, you don't have to think about escaping, with the light skills of the celestial warriors, where can you escape? ”

Click!

At this moment, in the jungle where the two were fighting, there seemed to be a flash of purple thunder.

The black tornado collapsed, and a figure rushed out with lightning speed: "Nangong is hopeless...... Since you are worried about your family, the old man wants to destroy you! ”

The figure was extremely fast, and it was a hating Tianhou who had to open angrily, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and he flew towards Nangong Wentian and the others.

How powerful is the Celestial Warrior's life-fighting blow?

Just the momentum oppression made Nangong Wentian and the others feel bored in their chests, their limbs trembled, and they couldn't move, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Laugh at!

In the midst of lightning, the blood dragon chased after him.

Suddenly, the figure of the Hatred of Tianhou turned, and it turned extremely skillfully in mid-air, like a flying swallow returning to the nest, and the long hatred hook went with all its strength, hooking towards Fang Yuan's wide open middle door!

It turned out that all this was just a ploy, a plan to attack the west.

The people who hate Tianhou are old and refined, and from Fang Yuan's choice of battlefield before, it can be seen that he throws a mouse bogey, and deliberately makes such a move when he falls into a disadvantage, just to cause chaos among the enemy, and then sneak attack!

It can be said that before he made a gesture to kill Nangong Wentian and others, he used three percent of his strength, and at this time, the means of turning in mid-air was to go all out!

Fast! Fast! Fast!!

Everything was unimaginably fast, this time it was really exquisite, taking advantage of the weakness of people's hearts, and turning into elbows and armpits, the long-hating hook was sharp, and Fang Yuan was about to be disemboweled.

Burst!

The long hatred hook slashed across the young man, causing a few screams to come from the Divine Soldier Villa, but in the next moment, the figure slowly dissipated, making the hated Tianhou look incredulous: "Phantom? Demon Gate Puppetry? Remnant Sect? Specious! ”

How can such a big mistake be tolerated when masters are competing?

In the next moment, a blood rainbow flew by, causing the head of the Hater to fly.

The blood was spilled, and it was greedily absorbed by the blood-drinking knife, and the essence blood of a celestial realm martial artist made the blade hum excitedly.

Inside the Divine Soldier Villa, Nangong Wentian and the others looked at this scene, all of them looking sluggish.

An elder of the Demon Gate, a martial artist of the Celestial Realm, actually died like this?

He ...... He's dead? ”

Nangong asked the heavens, looked at the headless corpse, and muttered.

"Well, dead!"

Fang Yuan picked up the long hatred hook and said it concisely.

……

The long hatred hook is no more than a foot long, the whole body is dark, and with a slight flick, there is a buzzing sound, which can be heard from far and near, inspiring hatred and shocking.

Ordinary blades, pay attention to an inch short, an inch dangerous, this hook is only less than a foot, naturally dangerous.

Of course, blindly taking risks is like walking a tightrope, and you will be crushed at any time.

It's like hating Tianhou and hitting Shang Yuan, taking too much risk, and only dying.

"Long hatred hook, the ninth demon soldier in the world, in ancient times, there was a heavenly evil sect raging the rivers and lakes, the suzerain had a concubine, the heavenly posture of the country, the beauty of the country turned into a hero's mound, so that the suzerain of the heavenly evil sect lost the will to fight for hegemony, later, the heavenly evil sect suffered a major setback, this woman was suspected of being a righteous traitor, and the elders of the heavenly evil sect persecuted, asking the sect master to wield a sword to cut the love silk...... When the mountains and rivers were exhausted, this woman resolutely committed suicide with a portable golden hook, and the sect master of the Heavenly Evil Sect regained his strength, embarked on the road of revenge, fought the rivers and lakes, and directly killed a decent nunnery that cultivated this woman, and rerefined the golden hook of this woman's suicide, exhausted the financial resources of the Heavenly Evil Sect, and cast it into a demon soldier...... In later generations, the Heavenly Evil Sect was scattered, and only the demon soldiers spread in the rivers and lakes, and the name and surname of the woman in this story had long been forgotten, and she was only called 'Lady Golden Hook'......"

Fang Yuan held the Long Hate Hook in his hand, and his face seemed to be smiling: "The Long Hate Demon Skill in the Long Hate Hook should be the Demon Skill of the Heavenly Evil Sect at the beginning. ”

"I've seen this magic skill, it's not bad, and it matches the long-hatred hook quite well, you can use it first!"

As soon as it was sent, the demon soldier was in the hands of the middle-aged man who walked in.

Nangong Wentian held this artifact that people in the rivers and lakes dreamed of, and couldn't help but have a complicated complexion.

It took him twenty years to finally see the light of day for the blood-drinking knife.

But Nangong had no hope of casually throwing a higher-ranking demon soldier over, just like throwing a cabbage, which made him feel some subtlety.

"Don't you really want this long hateful hook?"

At this time, Nangong Wentian had already recovered his original internal strength, and even made progress.

After all, as far as Fang Yuan's source power was concerned, Nangong Wentian's cultivation was really nothing, so he made up for it casually.

The reason why it was absorbed before was just to use it as an introduction key to improve the magic rune.

"No, I think the Blood Drink Knife is more suitable for me!"

Although the blood-drinking knife is only ranked tenth, the divine soldier also depends on the person who uses it.

It's like this ninth hate Tianhou died at the hands of Fang Yuan.

"What's more...... After the relocation, I want to walk the rivers and lakes, and I also need a little self-protection power in the villa! ”

Fang Yuan told the truth.

"Walking the rivers and lakes, ......"

Nangong Wentian stroked his beard, with a look of longing and anticipation in his eyes.

Genius one second to remember the address of this site:. Mobile version reading URL: m.