"It's ......"

The Six Extremes Imperial Weapon Technique is a local quality exercise, which produces the true qi of the six extremes in the same direction, and has the ability to warm and nourish the divine soldiers.

But Fang Yuan never knew that there was such a change in the Six Extremes Imperial Technique, and the retrograde route would have the effect of empowerment.

At this time, with the influx of Nangong Wen's innocent qi, his body suddenly became like gluttony, greedily devouring this power.

Especially in the dantian, there was a sudden sound like a dragon's groan.

The black talisman struggled, ready to move. However, there is a limit to the source force, and it is blocked by death.

'Could it be...... The last stroke of its errand, is this? ’

Fang Yuan let go of the power limit, and suddenly, the black rune whale absorbed water, absorbing the six extremes of Nangong Wentian's true qi, and the entire rune was completed at once.

In the attribute bar, the black inscription is completely complete, like a black-red knife, exuding a mysterious idea:

"Demon Soldier - Blood Drinking Knife!"

He whispered the name.

Bang!

As if the hearts and minds were connected, the earth of the Divine Soldier Villa cracked, a large number of boulders fell down, and blood splashed.

In the midst of the surging blood waves, a half-zhang long black and red blade suddenly fell in front of Fang Yuan, and he caught it steadily.

The whole body of this knife is dark, as if swallowing the surrounding light, and the knife body has ancient lines, like human blood, and like a hot and rolling lava trickle.

"In the ancient times, there was a strange demon from outside the sky, for the sake of disaster, was killed by the sword master of the Emperor and divided the corpse, the forging master Ou Zhizi took his bones and blood, with other precious ores, with thunder and fire, it took seven seven and forty-nine years, the party cast a magic blade, called 'drinking blood', the day the knife was completed, the madness was great, and he committed suicide after killing all the doors!"

A record of the Martyrs' comments on the Demon Soldier suddenly appeared in Fang Yuan's heart: "It turns out that the Divine Soldier Mountain Villa lives up to its name, but it is hiding a demon soldier!" ”

This giant sword weighed more than three hundred catties, and it was laborious for ordinary martial artists to lift it, but when Fang Yuan held it in his hand, he naturally gave birth to a feeling of flesh and blood, and the six extremes of true qi in his body were even more ready to move.

After all, this knife had devoured the essence of his body for more than ten years! It's been connected for a long time!

"Haha! The magic knife is in the world, how can there be no blood sacrifice?! ”

Nangong asked the sky to take a step forward: "Kill!" Kill me, kill everyone present, and open the blade for the blood-drinking knife! From now on, there will be more legends of undefeated magic knives on the rivers and lakes! ”

He forcibly gave the empowerment before, even if Fang Yuan deliberately kept his hand, he also lost the power of the Nine Successes, at this time, he was not even as good as a martial artist of the third grade, but his eyes were extremely hot.

"Hopeless, even if I get all my skills, I'm afraid I won't be able to break through from the encirclement of the demon gate, but fortunately, the blood-drinking knife has its own ability, which can devour the essence and blood, and feed back to the host, as long as I become a sword spirit, and then absorb the essence blood of the martial artists present, it is enough to push him to the peak of the first grade, and even advanced celestial phenomena, the world can go!" There's only so much I can do for him! ’

As for whether Nangong Wuwang could bear to do it, he didn't have the slightest worry.

After all, the blood-drinking knife is a demon soldier, and even the grandmaster Ou Zhizi was controlled by the demon after the sword was completed, and he killed himself all over the house, and committed suicide to atone for his sins after sobering up.

Nangong is hopeless, and it is naturally impossible to break away from it.

However, after the sacrifice satisfies the blood-drinking knife and has the sword spirit, it can be recovered.

By that time, the wood is done, and I hope he doesn't blame me! ’

'After all, I'm not a ruthless person, but my son will dominate the martial arts, which is not bad!' ’

If I can't do this myself, I sacrifice myself and let my son do it, and this is my demonic enlightenment! ’

Nangong Wentian's chest slammed straight into the tip of the knife, with a look of great consciousness of sacrifice.

Syllable!

But in the next moment, the blood-drinking knife slapped horizontally, pressing Nangong Wentian to the ground: "Old guy, do you want to die?" ”

Fang Yuan shook his head: "Have you asked me?" ”

"Huh?"

Nangong Wentian was surprised: "Impossible! ”

"Impossible!"

What was even more surprising than him was the invisible Dao of the Demon Gate and the gray-robed man who were on the verge of a great enemy: "The birth of the blood-drinking knife will inevitably control the host and wash the common people in blood, why is he still sober?" Could it be that the knife is still mutilated? ”

"I see, no wonder it's called drinking blood!"

Fang Yuan looked at his palm.

At the junction with the hilt, there was already a trace of red thread, like blood, clinging to his little arm.

A bloodthirsty desire frantically pounded at his heart, urging him to slaughter and chase blood.

If it was the gentleman before, even if it was a third-grade grandmaster, I am afraid that he would lose his mind and start killing.

However, to say that it can influence Fang Yuan is a joke.

"The six poles of the imperial soldiers, the soldiers with the people, not the soldiers against the people! Just a dead thing, plus a little remnant of the demon god at most, and you still want to affect me? ”

Fang Yuan sneered, and a layer of purple intent suddenly appeared from his wrist, staining all the blood vessels.

Not only that, but the blade of the knife is also eroded by purple.

In the past month, his source power has been endless, and the power he has turned into has been completely swallowed by the blood-drinking knife, and it has begun to be polluted as an internal force.

What's more, after the talisman is perfected, there are no more defects in his dantian, and the original source power can also be driven.

Under the combination of the inside and the outside, the purple swept through, and the blood-drinking knife was instantly refined.

From the blade, there seemed to be a demonic roar from the bottom of the Nine Shadows, and it immediately fell completely silent.

Immediately, a strange magic trick took the initiative to enter Fang Yuan's sea of knowledge.

"Great Blood Demon Skill!"

"It turns out that the true heirloom level divine weapon demon blade, after completely recognizing the master, will have the corresponding divine skill secrets? Is this the real Heavenly Exercise? ”

"However, there are some mysteries in this exercise, and the same is true of this magic knife!"

With the Great Blood Demon Skill, the blood-drinking knife is naturally invincible, invincible, and even drinking blood to practice, returning to the Yuan to heal the wounds, the more you fight, the more courageous you are, and the endurance is unparalleled in the world!

However, Fang Yuan was keenly aware of some abnormalities inside the Blood Drinking Knife, and at this time, he didn't practice at all, but directly poured his penance's Six Extremes True Qi into the blade body.

Click!

His Six Extremes Imperial Weapon Technique had long been cultivated to a consummate state, but it was only because he couldn't find a suitable spirit soldier that he had been stuck in the first realm.

But the Blood Drinking Knife had already been refined by his Jing Yuan Sacrifice, and at this time, it was like a part of his hands and feet, and there was no need for other formalities at all, so he naturally became the object of the Six Extremes Imperial Soldiers.

Even, the previous more than ten years of offerings made him directly cross the second realm and reach the third realm of the divine soldiers!

Click!

The blood-red sword qi was absorbed into Fang Yuan's body, mixed with the six extremes true qi, and brazenly impacted the level.

Syllable!

First of all, it is the key of the third-grade martial artist, which is completely destroyed in the face of the fierce sword qi, and it is broken like a piece of paper.

Immediately, the sword qi roared wildly, mighty, and ran over the many acupuncture points of the second grade.

Crash!

Like a storm crashing on the shore, the blood-red true qi slammed into the Heavenly Pass of a first-rank martial artist, tearing out countless cracks in an instant.

The rift widened more and more, and after the second wave of true qi surged up, it was blatantly broken.

In an instant, Fang Yuanwu broke through the triple and directly reached the mortal martial arts realm of the first-grade great master in this world!

After a product, the acupuncture points of the whole body are opened, as if opening up an infinite world.

The blood-colored true qi is vast and endless, as if to push his strength to an unpredictable peak.

Choke!

Outside the Divine Soldier Villa, a strange metal knock sounded.

Hate!

But all the warriors who heard this voice suddenly rose with an endless hatred in their hearts.

Hate the heavens and be unjust! Hate the ground! Hate people and leave the dead!

Obviously, this was the old monster who had secretly come to suppress the formation from the Demon Gate, and he was also frightened by Fang Yuan's entry, and directly attacked it.

"Puff looking for death!"

Under the traction of the qi machine, Fang Yuan didn't have time to think, and he slashed with a swing of the knife!

Snort!

The general sword qi swept away, and the blocker was invincible.

The gray-robed man who bore the brunt of the attack was full of liver and gall, and quickly retreated, his back shattering the unknown number of walls, revealing the terrifying strength of a first-class master.

And the invisible Dao assassin beside him was a little weaker, and he was torn apart by the sword qi at the same time as the other unlucky guests' subordinates, like five horses splitting their corpses, and died a miserable death.

Bang!

The sword aura was exhausted, and the gray-robed man had retreated again and again, and arrived in front of the gate of the Divine Soldier Villa.

He looked at the knife qi gully on the ground, and couldn't help muttering: "What a fast knife!" What an evil knife! ”

Poof!

As soon as the words fell, his whole body was torn apart, but a large amount of blood and water seemed to have a backbone, constantly converging, forming a pool of blood in Fang Yuan and Fang Yuan.

From the blade of the Blood Drinking Knife, purple-red lines spread, like tentacle vines, greedily devouring blood.

As soon as this knife comes out, it will devour people's blood!

"This knife ......"

Fang Yuan was also a little surprised, this kind of behavior was almost like a living creature.

Even, he could feel that with the blood-devouring of the blood-drinking knife, a stream of heat came from the hilt, strengthening the muscles and bones, and enhancing the strength.

"This kind of ability, if used in a protracted war, is simply invincible! It's completely a murder weapon for slaughtering rookies, and it's called a vampire knife. ”

Jianghu warriors, what they are most afraid of is the exhaustion of their own strength, so even if they are first-class masters, they are afraid of the siege of the army.

But with the warrior after the blood-drinking knife, it was different.

Such a warrior, the more he fights, the stronger he becomes, he can't kill at all, it can be called a nightmare for ordinary troops!

"But for me, it's a bit of a pearl!"

The boy shook his head slightly, letting the long knife in his hand drink blood, swallowing the blood on the ground until there was no trickle.

This strange scene suddenly scared the three Nangong sisters stupidly, even Nangong Fu looked at Fang Yuan blankly, feeling that he didn't know this younger brother anymore.

"You dare!"

Outside the Divine Soldier Villa, a roar like a night owl came, and as soon as the figure flashed, an old man appeared where the gray-robed man had just stood.

He was tall, wearing a python robe, a golden crown, and a rich and wealthy man, holding a black iron hook in his hand.

Demon Soldier - Long Hate Hook!

"Hopeless, this person is the elder of the Demon Gate - Hate Tianhou, and the hatred hook in his hand ranks ninth among the demon soldiers in the world! Twenty years ago, it was the realm of a great grandmaster! ”

Nangong Wen was afraid that Fang Yuan would suffer a loss, so he immediately reminded.