"Master, do you have a knife?" Wang Xiaoyu asked in his heart.

"Yes, what do you want a knife for?" Zhao Qitian asked rhetorically.

Zhao Qitian really has a mysterious weapon 'Bloodthirsty Demon Knife' here, but he hasn't taken it out to Wang Xiaoyu.

Because just listening to the name of this knife, it is definitely not a serious knife.

Wang Xiaoyu is still just a newcomer, and holding this knife must be too dazzling, and it is easy to provoke unnecessary incidents.

Wang Xiaoyu squinted his eyes and looked at Wang Wushuang in front of him, and then gritted his teeth in his heart and said, "This Wang Wushuang is so shameless, I really can't bear it." Just now, I have unconsciously chased out of Meng Village for more than ten miles, this place is deserted and the moon is dark and the wind is high, I want to kill him, but the silver sword in his hand seems to be very powerful, I don't seem to be able to kill him empty-handed!"

It seems that Zhao Qitian really guessed correctly, and Wang Xiaoyu's murderous intent is getting heavier and heavier.

This is not because Zhao Qitian's way of teaching is too violent.

But Wang Xiaoyu has this kind of ruthlessness in his bones.

This is the same reason that Wang Xiaoyu's heartbeat will accelerate when he sees a beautiful woman.

Zhao Qitian didn't take out the knife, but said solemnly: "Fool, the two of you are one realm apart!

Besides, people have practiced swords for many years, and their sword moves must be sharp, how can you do it with others without a knife, be careful to sail a boat for ten thousand years, bear with it first!"

Wang Xiaoyu lost his temper at the moment when Zhao Qitian said this.

But with Wang Xiaoyu's temperament, even if he can't beat it, he can't stop it.

So Wang Xiaoyu looked at Wang Wushuang and snorted disdainfully: "Don't pretend here, you have been peeking in the dark for a long time just now, and seeing that I am going to beat him to death, you will come over and grab someone's head, when I really don't know? There is no one else here, what kind of good person is pretending?"

"You ......"

Wang Xiaoyu's words seemed to really step on Wang Wushuang's tail, which made Wang Wushuang instantly furious, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword shook slightly, and there was an urge to kill Wang Xiaoyu on the spot in his heart.

Wang Wushuang did look in the dark for a while just now, thinking that this Blood Demon Sect disciple would help him kill Wang Xiaoyu, but he didn't expect to be abused by Wang Xiaoyu and turned into a dirt dog.

Could it be that the Blood Demon Sect, which had been suppressed for hundreds of years, had become so rubbish now?

Because he was worried that killing Wang Xiaoyu on the spot here would be exposed, Wang Wushuang still endured the murderous aura in his heart, took a deep breath and relaxed his grip on the hilt of the sword.

This night was dark and windy, and it was a wilderness, and the brothers and sisters both wanted to kill each other, but they both had some concerns and endured not to make a move, which was really dramatic and embarrassing.

"Boom...... If that's the case, then you two don't have to fight here, don't go back to receive the reward, don't go back to receive the reward, go down to accompany the foundation of this seat!"

It was at this moment when the atmosphere was solemn that suddenly there was a strange and eerie laugh in the dark night.

It's this ghostly cry again, Blood Demon Sect!

Wang Xiaoyu suddenly shook his head and looked at the sky.

Because the voice seemed to come from the top of the pitch black head.

Hearing this, Wang Wushuang's expression was also very solemn, he clenched the silver in one hand, and shouted angrily: "Blood Demon Sect demon, you dare to take the initiative to come and send ......"

Wang Wushuang shouted angrily, and before he finished speaking, a powerful aura of death suddenly oppressed.

Wang Xiaoyu only felt that his whole body was cold in an instant, as if the whole person had fallen into the abyss and hell.

Then the sky was filled with black fog, and almost in the blink of an eye, the entire starry night sky was obscured.

A phantom palm stretched out from the diffuse black mist, directly grabbing Wang Wushuang's neck and lifting Wang Wushuang two meters high.

Wang Wushuang, who was arrogant just now, didn't even have the slightest room to fight back.

"Boom...... Which sect's little doll is this, and it actually has such a big breath?"

The gloomy voice came again, and a black-robed old man walked towards Wang Xiaoyu and Wang Wushuang from the thick black mist.

Could it be that the black robe is the standard configuration of the Blood Demon Sect?

But at this time, an old man wrapped in the black robe in front of him made Wang Xiaoyu shudder at a glance.

His face was as thin as a skeleton draped in a wrinkled dark brown skin, but his eyes were unusually grim.

Wang Xiaoyu's glance seemed to see the hell of ghosts crying wolves from his eyes.

"Apprentice, it seems that I really encountered a hard stubble today. ”

Zhao Qitian also took a deep breath at this time, a breath of cool air.

Wang Xiaoyu also subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and said in his heart: "Master, it's not like, this is just a hard stubble." I feel like I'm about to be overwhelmed by his breath, I'm going to pretend to be forced and stabilize my aura first!"

"Don't!" Zhao Qitian hurriedly shouted to stop, and drank seriously: "Fool, don't you have a little pressure in your heart about the current situation? Pretending to be mellow, you see that Wang Wushuang is pretending to be forced! You also want to be the same as him?"

In fact, what Zhao Qitian is most afraid of is pretending to fail and deducting merit.

Wang Xiaoyu glanced at Wang Wushuang next to him.

Wang Wushuang was pinched by a phantom big hand, his face turned red and purple, and he rolled his eyes, looking like he was about to die.

If it doesn't work, it won't work, anyway, it's death.

"Master, what should you do now? Aren't you also a strong man? Come out and help the apprentices!" Wang Xiaoyu glanced down at the burning stick in his hand again, and exclaimed in his heart.

"I, my body didn't come out, I'm afraid I can't kill him, wait and see the situation before I can act." Zhao Qitian said solemnly.

That is, as soon as Zhao Qitian's words fell, the phantom hand in the black mist suddenly let go.

Wang Wushuang, who was about to be pinched off, was thrown to the ground.

"Ahem...... Ahem...... Ahem......"

Wang Wushuang knelt on the ground and coughed violently, and even coughed until he retched, which could be regarded as a sigh of relief and renewed his life.

If he knew that the Blood Demon Sect had such a strong man, where would Wang Wushuang dare to pretend to be that force.

However, the sudden appearance of such a terrifying powerhouse in this remote region of the Blood Demon Sect was indeed beyond Wang Wushuang's expectations.

Because the Blood Demon Sect was strongly suppressed by the imperial family and the eight major sects, anyone who had a little strength in the sect would not be easily exposed to the world.

"You two little dolls, tell me where you come from? You dare to kill my Blood Demon Ancestor and sit down as a disciple, I still have to record this account to your sect. The black-robed old man asked coldly and gloomily.

"Blood Demon Ancestor?"

"Blood Demon Ancestor?"

Wang Xiaoyu and Wang Wushuang exclaimed in their hearts at the same time.

Although neither of them had heard of this name, it felt like it was very hanging.

At least if you don't want to get out of the way now, you'll be here tonight.

Especially Wang Wushuang's eyes, at this time, they turned fast and had a strong desire to survive.

After a while, Wang Wushuang looked at the Blood Demon Ancestor and said, "Ancestor, we are the disciples of the Wang family, a subordinate family of the Chengtian Sect in the Dragon Guardian City, and this time we are also ordered by the Chengtian Sect to punish ...... Help Meng Village prepare for the autumn harvest.

It's all my little junior brother, who was overjoyed when I met your disciple from the ancestor, and chased after it so far!"

Listen, is Wang Wushuang what people are saying?

Wang Xiaoyu next to him gritted his teeth, eager to spit a mouthful of thick phlegm on Wang Wushuang's face.

As for Wang Wushuang dumping the pot to Chengtian Sect, it was because Chengtian Sect was also one of the Eight Great Martial Sects, and had some old grudges with Xuanwu Sect for many years.

"Boom...... It turned out to be a subordinate disciple of the Chengtian Sect, and he came to help the villagers prepare for the autumn harvest?

Boom...... What a little doll with a smooth mouth, in order to survive, he actually threw the pot directly to his fellow disciples! Aren't you so-called famous and decent people all arrogant? Aren't there also people who want to make a living?"

The Blood Demon Ancestor laughed in unison.

Wang Wushuang, whose lies were exposed, turned pale with fright.

It was at this moment that the phantom hand in the black mist grabbed Wang Wushuang again.

"No...... I...... Don't kill me...... I don't want to die!" Wang Wushuang roared hysterically as he was oppressed and unable to move.

The phantom hand suddenly stopped on Wang Wushuang's head again.

The Blood Demon Ancestor's gloomy hellish eyes suddenly turned, looking at Wang Wushuang who was directly frightened to pee his pants, as if he had temporarily changed his mind, and said, "You don't want to die? Then I'll give you a chance! Old Ancestor, I'm also a reasonable person, you two killed one of my disciples, then let one of you pay for your life." As for which of the two of you will pay for the lives of my seated disciples, then it depends on who of you can make Ancestor me happy today, ...... me."

When Wang Xiaoyu heard this, he shrewdly saw the Blood Demon Ancestor's thoughts at a glance, and then cursed in his heart: "This old man is really fucking bad, he must have been beaten by the Eight Great Sects in normal times, so he has to find a sense of existence in the two of us!"

Wang Wushuang is naturally not stupid, and he also understands who begs for mercy the hardest, who can live!

Puff ......

Wang Wushuang didn't hesitate, he directly grabbed in front of Wang Xiaoyu, knelt on his knees with a pop, and knocked his head a few times in a row, begging for mercy: "Ancestor...... Old Ancestor, please spare me a dog's life, in fact, I have always admired and admired the Blood Demon Sect, and our Blood Demon Sect will definitely become the overlord of this Xuantian in the future!"

Listen, how strong Wang Wushuang's desire to survive is, how afraid of death is! For the sake of his dog's life, he actually knelt and licked so ferociously.

But just now it was said that Wang Wushuang was ahead of Wang Xiaoyu, but in fact, it was not appropriate to say so.

Because Wang Xiaoyu didn't plan to beg for mercy at all, he didn't plan to compete with Wang Wushuang to be a dog.

Wang Xiaoyu also has to be self-aware, compared to being a dog, he is not Wang Wushuang's opponent at all.

Wang Xiaoyu can't be a dog.

Therefore, it is better to keep such a backbone and stand steadily.