Boom......

The Blood Demon Ancestor looked at Wang Wushuang, who was kneeling on his knees and kept kowtowing, and made a strange sound that seeped people, as if he was very satisfied.

But looking at Wang Xiaoyu again, he didn't move at all.

This made the Blood Demon Ancestor angry.

Because in the imagination of the Blood Demon Ancestor, there should be two people who are crazy to kneel and kowtow and beg for mercy, and there is competition to be seen!

"Little doll, aren't you afraid of death?" asked the Blood Demon Ancestor as he stared at Wang Xiaoyu with a pair of gloomy eyes.

The corners of Wang Xiaoyu's mouth curled stiffly, and he glanced at Wang Wushuang, who was kneeling on the ground and still kowtowing, with disdain, and said: "I'm afraid of death or not, anyway, it's not as soft as the bones of this product, it can't be compared...... It's really incomparable. ”

Wang Xiaoyu is really willing to bow down.

Hearing Wang Xiaoyu say this, Wang Wushuang felt even more hopeful in his heart, because the opponent took the initiative to give up competition.

Therefore, Wang Wushuang knocked his head louder, knocked his forehead to the blur of flesh and blood, and continued to beg for mercy: "Old Ancestor, as long as you can spare my dog's life, I will definitely be the reward for the Blood Demon Sect as a cow and a horse in the future......!"

"It's boring...... It's boring......"

A trace of loss flashed in the eerie eyes of the Blood Demon Ancestor, and he wanted to kill both of them, but seeing that Wang Wushuang knocked his head into a blur of flesh and blood, and it was quite comfortable to lick, so the Blood Demon Ancestor waved his black robe and said coldly: "Ancestor, I am the talker, get out!"

For Wang Wushuang, this rolling word is a dog's life that can continue to breathe!

"Thank you ancestors for not killing, thank you ancestors for not killing......"

Wang Wushuang hurriedly swallowed a few more heads, and got up from the ground tremblingly.

The Blood Demon Ancestor decided to spare Wang Wushuang's life, so he had already lifted the deterrence and pressure on him.

When Wang Wushuang was leaving, he also glanced at Wang Xiaoyu deliberately, and his eyes couldn't help but overflow with a hint of happiness and pride.

Fortunately, he was able to live, and he was proud that Wang Xiaoyu died like this, and he also had a good explanation to the head of the family when he went back.

But in Wang Xiaoyu's eyes, it was just a lost dog that escaped first with its tail between its legs.

No, it seems a bit insulting to say that.

"Little doll, do you want to learn from those so-called famous and decent people, then the ancestor, I will take you as a sample first, and when I return from Longji Mountain, all the proud bones of your so-called famous and decent people will be broken in my hands!"

The Blood Demon Ancestor shrouded Wang Xiaoyu's body with a murderous aura.

Wang Xiaoyu didn't listen to him beep here, but hurriedly asked Zhao Qitian in his heart: "Master, what should I do now?"

"What else can we do, our bones are hard, so we can only touch him!" Zhao Qitian was a little desperate.

Just now, I thought that Wang Xiaoyu was a good apprentice, but this is going to be cold.

"Master, I understand!" Wang Xiaoyu stared at a phantom demon claw stretched out towards him in the black mist, and tightly held the burning stick in his hand.

"Apprentice, why are you holding me so tightly? Don't even get involved with the teacher when you die!" Zhao Qitian shouted.

"Oh. Wang Xiaoyu reacted and inserted the burning stick in his hand into his waist again.

"Apprentice, I almost forgot about it for the teacher, take the knife!"

Zhao Qitian suddenly remembered that he still had a bloodthirsty demon knife here that he hadn't taken out.

Although with Wang Xiaoyu's current strength in the realm of martial arts, it is useless to have a knife, but after all, this knife was originally for apprentices.

Before you die, why don't you let your apprentice touch it?

In an instant, the bloodthirsty demon knife appeared in Wang Xiaoyu's hand.

This bloodthirsty demon knife was six feet long and one foot wide, and its entire body was pitch black, only the blade exuded a cold cold edge, and the exaggerated fanged shape carried full attack power.

"Yike...... Drink ......"

Wang Xiaoyu held the bloodthirsty demon knife in his hand and felt that the knife body was heavy.

But Wang Xiaoyu still tried his best, gritted his teeth and raised his knife, and slashed at the outstretched claw in the black mist.

Hiss...... Hiss...... Hiss......

Although the bloodthirsty demon knife is named after demons, it is also a mysterious weapon of the Eight Classics.

The mystical vessel carries spirituality, so it recognizes the Lord.

Especially this bloodthirsty magic knife, the magic is extremely strong, and the owner's anger, anger, fierceness, and ruthlessness can increase the damage of the bloodthirsty magic knife.

So the moment Wang Xiaoyu angrily swung his knife and cut it down, the blade fell, like the roaring momentum of thousands of powerful ghosts, directly slashing the outstretched claws!

"Master, this knife is good! you have such a good thing, why are you still hiding it, if you take it out earlier, I will definitely be able to kill Wang Wushuang!" Wang Xiaoyu looked at the demon claw phantom that was slashed by a knife, and suddenly exclaimed with ecstasy.

"Are you sure?, then don't gasp!" Zhao Qitian smiled bitterly.

Wang Xiaoyu used almost all his strength with this knife, and it was only a knife without any moves.

If you face Wang Wushuang, it is better to hold this knife that is difficult to lift, it is better to use your bare hands.

Listening to what Master Zhao Qitian said, Wang Xiaoyu seemed to feel that this was indeed the case.

"Bloodthirsty Magic Knife! Bloodthirsty Demon Knife!"

When Wang Xiaoyu dropped the knife, the Blood Demon Ancestor looked at the bloodthirsty demon knife in Wang Xiaoyu's hand, his pair of gloomy eyes instantly shrank their pupils, and he exclaimed excitedly, and even his body trembled slightly in the black robe.

"This old thing actually knows the Bloodthirsty Demon Knife?" Zhao Qitian was also surprised when he heard the words of the Blood Demon Ancestor.

But Zhao Qitian took a closer look, the Blood Demon Sect and the Bloodthirsty Demon Knife, these two names did seem to be a little involved.

Things took a turn for the better.

Zhao Qitian muttered to himself in his heart: "Will there be such a vulgar and bloody plot where the Blood Demon Ancestor sees the knife like a person and recognizes Wang Xiaoyu as the master?"

In the excitement, the Blood Demon Ancestor looked at Wang Xiaoyu again almost in a trilling voice and asked, "Where did you get this bloodthirsty demon knife?"

"This knife?" Wang Xiaoyu's eyes shrewdly turned, and he said casually: "Xiaolin picked it up!"

"It's impossible!" The Blood Demon Ancestor directly denied.

Because the Blood Demon Ancestor knew that the Bloodthirsty Demon Knife was a mysterious weapon, and if you wanted to have it, you had to recognize the master.

Seeing that although Wang Xiaoyu struggled to raise the knife just now, he was able to exert the ferocity of the Bloodthirsty Demon Knife, which showed that the Bloodthirsty Demon Knife had recognized Wang Xiaoyu as the master.

Even if it was really picked up in the grove, how could the Bloodthirsty Demon Knife, as the number one killing weapon that was once famous in the world, casually recognize the owner?

"Don't believe it, then it's up to you!" Wang Xiaoyu said indifferently.

"Don't tell the truth, I don't believe you're not afraid of death!" The Blood Demon Ancestor gritted his teeth, and in an instant, the black robe moved, and a demon claw was stretched out towards Wang Xiaoyu again in this pervasive black mist.

Wang Xiaoyu wanted to lift the knife again, but his strength was almost exhausted just now.

At this time, before he could muster the strength to raise the knife again, the devil's claws in the black mist had already grabbed Wang Xiaoyu's neck and lifted Wang Xiaoyu's whole person up.

"Ancestor, I'll give you another chance, tell me where you got this bloodthirsty magic knife, for the sake of this bloodthirsty magic knife, maybe I can spare your life. The Blood Demon Ancestor looked at Wang Xiaoyu again gloomily and asked.

"Little ...... Tree...... Lin ...... "Wang Xiaoyu used the last breath in his mouth, he would rather die than expose his master Zhao Qitian."

Cluck...... As soon as the Blood Demon Ancestor gritted his teeth, the strength of the claws that were pinching Wang Xiaoyu's throat increased.

Wang Xiaoyu's face quickly turned red, and he felt the breath of death.

It's cold, it's really cold this time.

"Master, thank you for teaching the apprentice in the past few days, so that the apprentice can appreciate a different life and see a different world, if there is a fate in the next life, the apprentice will worship you again......" Wang Xiaoyu said seriously in his heart.

Zhao Qitian's heart was sour, why did he still have some tears inexplicably.

Airplanes......

The bloodthirsty demon knife on the ground let out a buzzing sound at this time, and the blade body trembled violently, which was sensing that the owner was in danger of his life.

At this time, the Blood Demon Ancestor also paid attention to the Bloodthirsty Demon Knife on the ground again.

Legend has it that the mystical weapon has spirituality, and it is really unusual.

If you can keep this bloodthirsty demon knife for yourself, why don't you kill the eight major sects and leave a piece of armor behind?

But if you kill Wang Xiaoyu with your own hands now, you will definitely have no chance with the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword in this life.

Because the Bloodthirsty Demon Knife, a spiritual weapon, cannot be forcibly taken, only inheritance!

If Wang Xiaoyu is forced to pass on the bloodthirsty demon knife to himself, seeing that Wang Xiaoyu is so hard and not afraid of death, it seems unrealistic to use persecution.

But if it's soft...... There may be a glimmer of hope.

Besides, if you go to Longji Mountain with the Bloodthirsty Demon Knife, your purpose will definitely be twice the result with half the effort!

So, now this kid can't be killed!

The Blood Demon Ancestor let go in an instant.

The phantom in the black mist directly let go of Wang Xiaoyu.

Ahem...... Ahem......

Wang Xiaoyu, who was released, took a sharp breath and coughed violently, if it was two blinks late, he might really be out of breath.

"What the hell is this old thing? Master, this old thing is a lot older, and it doesn't seem to understand the sociology you taught me!" Wang Xiaoyu took a few breaths in a row and exclaimed in his heart.

"What do you mean by sociology?" Zhao Qitian asked rhetorically.

"It's the kindness you taught me to be cruel to myself! This old thing didn't kill me now, if I found an opportunity, I would definitely chop him to pieces!" Wang Xiaoyu said angrily with hatred in his heart.

"I think you'd better find a way to escape from this old thing's clutches for now, and then think about chopping him into minced meat. Zhao Qitian smiled bitterly.

The Blood Demon Ancestor took two steps closer to Wang Xiaoyu at this time, and said in a gloomy tone: "Boy, your bones are really hard enough! Although you are a subordinate disciple of the Chengtian Sect, but with this bloodthirsty demon sword, you are not a serious disciple, but it is a little similar to the path of our Blood Demon Sect."

Ancestor, I can actually spare your life, it just depends on whether you are willing or not.

If you kill the Ancestor and I will sit down as a disciple, if you take this position for any reason, I will spare you a life, and I can also help you improve your cultivation as quickly as possible, how about it?"