Feeling that the force had recovered slightly, Wu Chen smiled and gave Su Qianqian a calm look.

Looking at the peak blood slave of the Xuan King, who was only ten steps away from him, Wu Chen could clearly feel the rich smell of blood emanating from the other party.

The palm of his hand reached into his arms, and he found a bright red jade-like object no thicker than his thumb, which was the blood spirit jade that Wu Chen had spent nearly a whole day and his four drops of essence blood that he had almost not been able to obtain.

Throwing it casually, throwing it into the mouth, the upper and lower teeth kept chewing, the entrance of the blood spirit jade was not hard, but it was as soft and glutinous as the meat that had been steamed for a long time, chewy, but Wu Chen was swallowing it with difficulty, because after the originally tasteless blood spirit jade was bitten, the rich smell of blood filled every pore of Wu Chen, every hair and hair, and he could only feel the smell of blood between breathing and breathing, and Wu Chen felt as if he was soaked in a large wooden barrel filled with thick blood.

Wu Chen felt that his body was recovering rapidly in minutes and seconds, and a complete control of his body returned to his brain.

The blood moon sprinkled on Wu Chen's body, adding a layer of swart to his bronzed skin, and the dark red at the bottom of his eyes couldn't stop it.

Bai Wei looked at Wu Chen and suddenly said happily: "Boy, you are lucky, I must refine you into a blood slave." ”

Wu Chen didn't pay attention to the other party after hearing it, not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't have time at all.

The blood slave suddenly quickened his pace, and in an instant, he stepped in front of Wu Chen, the blood cone had already been raised in front of his eyebrows, and at the moment when the blood cone was pushed forward, the demon suppression knife wrapped in blood was in front of him.

"Wow!" sounded, Wu Chen only felt a huge force coming, and his hands were pressed against the back of the knife.

And just when the black-clothed blood slave still had the strength to kick at Wu Chen, a tall Dharma minister wrapped in dark red blood clothes stood behind the blood slave, and the wide demon suppression knife in his hand was also raised high.

"Bang!", Wu Chen flew upside down for several meters until he hit the wave-shaped bluestone wall in front of the wooden corridor before stopping.

At the same time, the sword of the law minister also slashed at the back of the blood slave as scheduled.

If the knife is only two fingers wide, it will not be able to cut it down.

The blood slave got up suddenly, flicked away the demon suppression knife, and with a wave of all his strength, a blood-colored mysterious qi went towards the law phase, and the law that couldn't resist it flew upside down with a loud sound.

Wu Chen, who struggled to stand up, didn't expect that even after taking the Blood Spirit Jade and the Blood Moon blessing in the sky, he wouldn't even be able to take the opponent's round.

If anyone knows Wu Chen's thoughts, they are afraid that the spitting stars can drown him, and you are a martial cultivator in the late stage of the martial soul is equivalent to the late stage of the Xuanshi at most, but you are fucking resistant to the peak of the Xuanwang and still die with all the strength, what do you want? If the martial arts are like you, who will practice the Xuanfa anymore? I'm afraid that the martial arts have already ruled the Xuanwu Continent.

The blood slave didn't intend to give Wu Chen a chance to recover, and after turning around, he continued to walk towards Wu Chen with silent steps.

The spiritual power of the blood spirit jade has not been completely exhausted, Wu Chen noticed that his body was still recovering, and it had recovered about fifty percent in a few moments, the blood slave would not wait for Wu Chen to fully recover, and the spiritual power of the blood spirit jade was not enough to support Wu Chen's complete recovery.

Feeling that the last trace of blood spiritual power was exhausted, Wu Chen's eyes once again appeared dark red, and the blood burning secret technique was stimulated again.

Without waiting for the blood slave to approach again, Wu Chen made a sharp leap, and the Demon Suppression Knife was handed out straight forward, and Wu Chen used all his strength.

The black-clothed blood slave's blood cone-turned spear and threw it towards Wu Chen.

King Xuan is King Xuan, not to mention King Xuan, who is still at the peak of cultivation, there is an irreparable gap between Wu Chen and King Xuan's peak blood slave.

"Boom. There was a sound of stone tiles collapsing and falling, Wu Chen was knocked to the bluestone wall, and the bluestone wall could not bear the remaining strength of the blood spear, so it had to break and collapse.

Wu Chen's appearance was embarrassing, the dark green brocade clothes he had just changed into after coming to Wu's house were now in tatters, and several lines of red blood flowing from his mouth and nose were even more embarrassed, and he wanted to raise his hand forcefully but found it difficult.

His blurry eyes basically couldn't see ahead clearly, but Wu Chen could smell the pungent smell of blood getting closer and closer, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Wu Chen, who was lying on the ground, was a little resigned.

The black-clothed blood slave silently approached Wu Chen, the blood cone in his hand was held high, and the tip of the cone flashed with a venomous glimmer in the moonlight.

The short cone stabbed towards Wu Chen's heart accurately.

Seeing this, the scavengers on the side were anxious, but unexpectedly, this distraction was seized by a blood slave who had been waiting for an opportunity for a long time, a blood mist dissipated, and a long hideous wound appeared on his right thigh.

The successful sneak attack on the blood slave did not ask for the slightest benefit, and the gray dragon took away half of the opponent's cheek.

It's a pity that the black-clothed blood slave still has the only remaining empty eye, as if nothing happened.

After being injured, the scavenging waste, coupled with the continuous exhaustion of the Xuan power, added several new scars under the hard pressure of the two blood slaves.

And no matter what kind of attack the scavenger inflicts on the blood slave, as long as it is not devastating and can completely kill the opponent, the blood slave is the same.

Scavengers are also forced into a desperate situation.

After using the complete secret after taking the elixir, Su Bai recovered about thirty percent of his power, and he was still defeated against the half-step Xuanhuang blood slave at his peak.

Judging from the strength shown by the blood slave, this is a half-step Xuanhuang, which is obviously infinitely close to Xuanhuang, and it is just a layer of tissue paper that can be pierced to enter the same cultivation as Su Bai, the early stage of Xuanhuang.

This was something that Bai Wei, the owner of the blood slave, did not expect, so Bai Wei looked at the blood slave he had cultivated single-handedly, not only with shock and joy, but also with deep jealousy buried in his eyes.

Looking at the few people around him, Bai Wei not only smiled, except for Wu Chen and the appearance of the old man, which he did not expect, but everything was still under his control.

Bai Wei was already fantasizing about killing a few people at the moment, and after obtaining the magic book through Su Bai's soul search, he returned to the demon clan and raised his arms, and sat on the high throne, and the smile on his face couldn't stop reappearing again.

So far, everything is still going in the direction that Bai Wei imagined.

The black-clad blood slave's sharp cone fell.

Wu Chen didn't feel the cold cone, but instead sensed a soft and slender body in his arms, and his mind went blank in an instant.

Su Qianqian, who had been unable to wipe her hands on the side, blocked Wu Chen with her body without any worries at the moment when the blood cone fell towards Wu Chen.

The blood cone stabbed at the upper right of Su Qianqian's heart, and it hurt very much, but the corner of Su Qianqian's mouth still showed a smile.

I can finally help Brother Wu Chen. This was the last sentence that Su Qianqian thought of before she fell into a coma.

The black-clothed blood slave pulled out the blood cone with an expressionless face, and of course he would not have an expression himself.

"Tick, tick. The warm blood droplets mixed with the special fragrance on Su Qianqian's body dripped onto Wu Chen's cheeks.

Wu Chen's hands were inserted into the bluestone slab, and an unknown force rushed up to the sea of knowledge, and the blood moon in the sky became more and more red, and the light seemed to pour on Wu Chen's body, and Wu Chen's whole body was shrouded in blood.

Gently picked up Su Qianqian and put it aside, Wu Chen, who stood up again, opened his blood-colored eyes, like fire, like the waning moon, exuding more brutal force than the previous peak state, above his shoulders, there seemed to be a lumpy armor condensed on the surface of the skin, one after another, holding the demon suppression knife, standing in front of the rubble, it was a breeze.

The pale red force escaped, and at this moment, in a desperate situation, Wu Chen stepped into the first realm of the second realm of martial arts cultivation, the early stage of the military general.