......

"Blood...... Blood Warrior ...... Blood Soul Master!" The butler's face changed drastically, and he recognized the identity of the person.

That's right, the one who blocked Mo Yunxuan's path was the blood warrior from the Evil Martial Forest.

Blood warriors are like people and non-humans, they have no mind compared to people, they all rely on instinct to survive in this world.

Because, their minds are controlled by the Blood Soul Master.

Blood Soul Master, one of the branches of the evil martial arts type of the evil martial arts, they use special means to control people's minds, and then use means to transform people into blood warriors.

Blood warriors are similar to golems, but they are different.

Blood warriors are superior to puppets because blood warriors still have the instinct to fight!

They are made to fight!

The reason why the butler's face changed drastically was because the Blood Soul Master was one of the most difficult evil martial artists in the martial arts world.

Mo Yunxuan's brows furrowed, and he also recognized that the person standing in front of them was the Blood Soul Master's Blood Warrior.

Moreover, these two blood warriors both had innate early combat power.

"Third uncle, one for each person, how about it?"

"Lao Tzu's stick is already hungry and thirsty!"

"Fight quickly and save your stamina!"

With that, Mo Yunxuan took the lead in rushing towards the blood warrior on his right, holding the sword in one hand, the internal force was injected into it, and the soft sword in his hand turned into a sharp sword.

The blood warrior gripped the blood-colored machete and fought forward, and the machete was waved indiscriminately, bringing a strong smell of blood, and in this smell of blood, there was also infinite killing power.

Soon, the two of them were at war together.

Ping Pong ......

In a few breaths, they fought for a dozen rounds.

On the other side, Uncle Mo rushed forward with a stick, and the black stick and the machete collided with each other, rubbing countless sparks.

Although Uncle Mo's cultivation was all improved by medicine, he also had an early stage of cultivation, and for a while, he was on par with the blood warriors.

However, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Third Uncle Mo was constantly defending in order to avoid the machete of the blood warrior, and he couldn't attack at all.

Applying poison to the weapons of the Blood Warriors is a favorite thing for the Blood Soul Master to do.

Even if it is scratched, it is enough for the injured person to drink a pot, or even kill directly.

Therefore, soon, Uncle Mo was beaten and retreated, struggling to resist the attack of the blood warriors.

On the contrary, Mo Yunxuan's side is much easier, his strength is stronger than that of Third Uncle Mo, and he has more combat experience, although he also has to dodge the machete of the blood warrior, but he can fight back.

The soft sword is his weapon, and his soft and hard control of the soft sword can be described as perfect.

If you want to be soft, you can't get hard, and when you want to be hard, it's definitely better than his third uncle's stick.

Not only was he hard, but he was so hard that he had a water chestnut, and when he passed by the sword, blood splattered everywhere.

After a few minutes, many wounds appeared on the blood warrior's body, and blood continued to flow from the wounds, exuding a strong fishy smell.

Blood warrior's blood, poisonous!

However, although the blood warrior was injured, it did not affect the movements in his hands, and his attacks, on the contrary, became more and more courageous, and the strength he exerted became stronger.

Blood warriors don't feel pain, in their eyes, there are only enemies!

"It's not going to go on like this. During the battle, Mo Yunxuan muttered.

The Blood Warrior's attacks are becoming more and more intense, and if he blindly hides his strength, his physical strength will be consumed faster.

The Blood Warrior must be hurt even more!

For example, let him lose his legs and restrict his movements.

An imperceptible light flashed in his eyes, the momentum on Mo Yunxuan's body continued to improve, his toes were slightly forced, and the whole person jumped up, retreated two meters away, bit his fingertips, and a drop of blood fell on the bronze soft sword.

"Qingfeng swordsmanship, one sword turns into ten thousand swords, ten thousand swords, punish demons!"

The bronze soft sword in Mo Yunxuan's hand emitted a cyan glow.

......

On the other side, Third Uncle Mo was still struggling to support, and the blood warrior's attack became more and more fierce.

Brush......

Without paying attention, Uncle Mo's white shirt was cut by a machete.

He grinned, and the pace of dodging under his feet no longer dodged, but had a tendency to move forward and attack.

"Fortunately, Lao Tzu was prepared, and he wore a piece of personal armor inside, otherwise Lao Tzu would have suffered. ”

The long stick swung around, and the direction of the arm suddenly changed, and the blow slammed into the shoulder of the Blood Warrior, which collapsed, and the hand happened to hold the machete.

The Blood Warrior's speed suddenly slowed down a bit.

Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, of course Third Uncle Mo couldn't miss such a good opportunity, during the period when he became sluggish, the stick in his hand suddenly recovered some, and with more force, the stick smashed on the palm of the blood warrior.

The machete was gone, and the blood warrior could no longer hold the weapon in his hand.

The bones in the palms of his hands had been shattered.

"Although Lao Tzu hasn't played with sticks for a long time, Lao Tzu's stick method has been integrated into his bones, and if he wants to play, he will be hard at any time!"

"Ya, you dare to cut Lao Tzu with a knife, you are impatient!"

"Let you see if Lao Tzu's stick is hard or your bones are hard!"

Bang bang bang......

When Uncle Mo met the blood warrior, when the metal stick met the bone, all at once, the stick of Mo San Uncle kept falling on all parts of the blood warrior's body, constantly shattering the bones of the blood warrior.

If you want to make the blood warrior lose the ability to fight, the best way is to make the blood warrior incapacitated, let his bones shatter, make his body lose support, and the whole person collapsed to the ground, his body convulsed constantly, trying to stand up, but he couldn't do anything.

Even if he is crushed, his fighting instinct will not be lost, and as long as he is alive, he will fight to the end like crazy.

He only knew how to fight, and he didn't know anything about tiredness and pain.

Third Uncle Mo slammed a stick on the blood warrior's head, and the white and red brains splashed everywhere, emitting this foul smell.

The central nervous system was destroyed, and the blood warrior finally stopped moving, and white smoke gradually rose on the ground beside him, and the white smoke had a foul smell in it.

Third Uncle Mo hurriedly withdrew ten meters away, and used internal force to isolate the white smoke and prevent the poisonous gas from being inhaled into his body.

His face was a little pale, and he gasped slightly.

His physical strength has been consumed a lot.

Mo Yunxuan's battle was also coming to an end, and the bronze soft sword conjured up more than a dozen flying swords of the same specification out of thin air, and cyan light appeared on all the sword bodies.

The two hands were sealed, controlling the flying sword, and a mark was struck, and the flying sword was like an arrow off the string, carrying a strong wind, enveloping the blood warrior.

Brush Brush Brush ......

Each flying sword was inserted into the Blood Warrior's body with unerring accuracy, severing joint-to-joint connections, and a sword slicing off the Blood Warrior's neck, sending his head flying several meters away.

After the flying sword passed through the body of the blood warrior, it merged into one and flew back into Mo Yunxuan's hand, and there was not a single trace of blood on the soft sword.

Boom......

The Blood Warrior, who had lost his head, fell straight to the ground, unable to move.

Walking to Uncle Mo's side, Mo Yunxuan frowned slightly, wasting a lot of physical strength with the blood warriors.

You know, the battle has just begun!