"What are you doing with you? Didn't you say thank you to me just now? Now you are asking these questions, naturally waiting for your return!" The blood clan smiled and looked at the injured tenth prince at this time.

"Thank you, such a scumbag, I thank you with a knife, it's almost the same, look!" The Dark Knife Scholar was about to attack, but was stopped by the Tenth Prince.

"His strength is not much different from mine, above you. Now that I'm seriously wounded, you're no match for him, and if you want to outwit him, you might as well ask him what he wants!

Such a dark knife scholar is awakening, but now he is not the opponent of the other party. Naturally, this fight will not be able to get the slightest benefit, so now we have to find a way to compromise and seek perfection. Although this made him feel a little aggrieved, everything should be considered in the overall situation, and unnecessary troubles are indeed not necessary.

He said to the blood clan: "Okay! I'll give you whatever you want! But you'd better not go too far, your strength is not much stronger than mine, and you won't get any benefit in my hands!"

"That's natural, I'm a principled person, and naturally I won't be too greedy. What I want is very simple, right here, it's easy for you to do all this, don't worry about not being able to do it at all!" As he spoke, the blood clan looked at the tenth prince again.

Such a look made the tenth prince and the dark knife scholar look a little strange, and when they thought about it, they also felt that there was nothing on the tenth prince, except for the landscape painting.

According to the guess of the tenth prince, the other party obviously saw the power of this landscape painting, and now he wants it. But such a thing is a bag, and it must not be given to others casually, so thinking of this, the faces of the ten princes and the dark knife scholar changed.

"Do you want this landscape painting? Don't think about it, I won't give it to you! If you don't want to eat a few darts from me, I advise you to leave honestly. I've already informed the captains of the other legions, and when our brothers arrive, you won't be able to run!"

"Yes, I think I'm going to run away, and you can't stop me! But don't worry! I don't dare to be interested in these treasures of your Orient, after all, I won't use them if I hold them. I don't have this kind of power in my body, I can't drive it, and holding it is no different from waste paper. So my purpose is not this, but ......" said, and the blood clan pointed to the ten princes.

This made the two of them a little puzzled: "You don't want this landscape painting, but I don't have anything on me." Since you don't have soul power in your body, you can't use things like rings. The only thing you can use on my body is healing medicine, as much as you want, just ask, even if you take it all, I can give it to you!"

"I don't want healing medicine, the injuries on my body are not serious, and I recover quickly, what I want is you!" As he spoke, the blood clan smiled at the tenth prince again, and the smile was very greedy.

"I, what do you want me to do?" This made the tenth prince vigilant. Right now, if it weren't for the fact that he was seriously injured in the previous battle with Zhao Yulong, the landscape map in his hand should be running now.

It's just that he was too badly injured to use the landscape map at all, so now he can only see what that guy wants.

"To be exact, I don't want you, but I want your blood! It's really rare for you to have a realm like this, if you are willing to give me the blood on your body, I think my strength will increase greatly!"

"You want to kill me, dream!" The tenth prince also heard the meaning of his words, and now he also understood the insatiable greed of this blood clan.

"Why isn't this bad? You see, I also hate the kid who fought with you today, as long as you give me your blood, after my strength increases, I can kill him and help you avenge it, do you think it's worth it?"

"But I think I'd rather die at the hands of a righteous person than at the hands of a villain who takes advantage of people's danger!" Speaking of this, the tenth prince looked at this blood clan angrily.

But the Bloodline still had a nonchalant expression: "Yes? It seems that we don't have to talk about it! But you also know that I am taking advantage of the danger now, so do you think you still have any hole cards? Could it be that you want to rely on him to protect you?"

As he spoke, he looked at the Dark Knife Scholar, and a spiritual power came out of his mouth: "This friend, I think so! I will show you a way, and you can be prosperous and rich." You don't need to do anything, you just need to leave now as if you didn't see anything, so that I will suck his blood and increase my strength, and I will help you kill that kid. Then you will say that you killed it, and all the credit will go to you. And as soon as this person dies, there is no one in your country who has more credit than you, what do you think?"

"How?" the Dark Knife Scholar was about to say no, but a spiritual power entered his mind.

Now some images flashed in his mind, which was what the tenth prince looked like when he got the credit, and the melancholy look in his heart.

To be honest, fame and fortune, how can you do it as a man without thinking about it. It's just that he was convinced because of the strength of the tenth prince, but he still hopes that the most glorious person in his heart is him.

And now, the tenth prince has been seriously injured. As long as he is handed over to the person in front of him, he will definitely die. If there is no Ten Princes, then the most powerful competitive force will disappear, and he may really be able to stand at the pinnacle.

Thinking of the feeling of being high, thinking of the supreme glory, and being able to kill the Zhao Yulong who made him hate. It's all so wonderful, so tempting.

Thinking of all this now, his heart can't help but tremble a little. He turned his head to look at the tenth prince again, and then looked at the blood clan with a smile: "I thought about it, thank you for the reminder!"

"Really?" the Bloodline laughed when he saw the effect, "I thought you were just as stupid as everyone else, but I didn't expect you to be a smart person, and I'm glad you understand what you're going to do." ”

"Yes, I'm a smart person!" said the Dark Knife Scholar also smiled: "Everything you just let me see made me understand that even the people around me will betray, let alone someone I don't know?

As he spoke, his eyes suddenly became firm, and now he threw the dart towards the blood clan. The blood clan didn't expect this to happen so suddenly, to be honest, even he thought that this dark knife scholar would accept it.

didn't expect him to change his hexagram temporarily, and now he is also insulting: "It's really unlucky today, and the spiritual strength of all the people I meet is so strong." But it doesn't matter, since you want to die, then I'll send you to die! Originally, I only wanted to get a person's blood, but now there is a giveaway, this day is really good, so I will accept it!"

As he spoke, he turned into a bat again and ran towards the Dark Knife Scholar.

The Dark Knife Scholar naturally understood that he was not his opponent, and now he was just thinking about how to delay time. After all, the other legion commanders should not be far from here, and now they have turned all their soul power into darts and thrown them towards the blood clan.

But this blood clan is extremely sensitive, although it is very large, but so many darts have not hit him. And now it is also to the surprise of the Dark Knife Scholar, that is, to show his best combat skills: "Since you can dodge so much, I want to see if you can dodge my dart!"

Now it's time to turn your soul power into a dart again, but this dart is different from the previous one. The concentration of its soul power is very high, and if it hits an ordinary person, it can definitely kill it with one blow.

Therefore, this combat skill is called the Nine Turns Death Dart, which is a low-level combat skill of the Blue Order. This kind of combat skill is not simple, and now that the Dark Knife Scholar has used it, he also feels that his soul power is somewhat exhausted.

But it doesn't hurt, after all, this dart can definitely hit the bloodline. Although he may not be able to kill him because of the difference in strength, at least he can be injured a lot.

After all, he had suffered some minor injuries, and now it would be uncomfortable to be hit by this dart again.

It's just that all this was beyond the expectations of the Dark Knife Scholar, and the dart in between hit the blood clan. Just as he was about to approach the head of the Bloodclan, his huge palm suddenly flicked upward, impartially blocking the dart.

Now it also shocked the Dark Knife Scholar: "How can you be?"

"How is it impossible? Boy, with your little strength, you can just tickle me at most! I originally wanted not to eat so much and leave you a way to live, but I didn't expect you to take the initiative to ask. At least I want to fulfill your wishes!"

"Really, don't think you'll be able to go rash when you catch that dart, I'm telling you, I'm just warming up!" Despite the fear in his heart, the Darkblade Scholar was not willing to give in like this.

"That's the best, I'm afraid you won't be able to afford it!Since you can accept it, then I'll try!" said the Bloodline's arm, which made the surrounding sky turn red.

"This is?" In this case, the Dark Knife Scholar was also surprised.

Seeing that this blood color has been reported to the Dark Knife Scholar and the Blood Clan. At this time, the tenth prince also felt bad, although he didn't know what the situation was, but he knew that the dark knife scholar was definitely not the opponent of that ugly guy.

Now he crushed the rune on his body, which was the rune that the sixteen legion commanders were equipped with to request for support. It will only be used when the army is facing total annihilation, and now the Ten Princes have crushed this.

However, such a move was not without effect, once the rune was crushed, the other legion commanders would be able to know where he was, and now he was heading here.

But it was said that in this blood realm, the Dark Knife Scholar also felt that something was wrong. Because the bloody breath around him made him see death, and inadvertently, he could also feel the blood in his body slowly flowing.

"You're so good at sorcery, you're really not a good thing!" As he spoke, the Dark Knife Scholar once again condensed a few darts from his hand.

Now that there was a red mist all around, he couldn't see his surroundings clearly, so he could only be vigilant everywhere, the blood clan in the shadows.

"Did I say I was a good person, and that only you weak people could say these things, and it seemed to me that as long as I could kill people, whatever the trick he was, the stronger the better. And you're going to die!" the voice came from the red mist, but it couldn't make out the direction.

"Don't be ashamed, you're just a villain who can only hide here, you have the ability to come out, let's fight in the open!" The Dark Knife Scholar spoke loudly at this time, because he wanted to hide the fear in his heart.

"Yes, you want to fight in the open, I thought you were afraid of me!But it doesn't matter, I'll teach you what fear is!hahahaha!" A burst of disgusting laughter reached the ears of the Dark Knife Scholar, and he had a headache at this time.

"Come out! you have the ability to come out!" But even so, he kept throwing darts everywhere.

Just as the Dark Knife Scholar finished throwing the darts in his hand, a voice came from behind him.

This voice was the voice of the blood clan, so he hurriedly turned his head, and saw that the blood clan was behind him, and now he once again gathered his soul power and hit him with a dart.

But the moment the dart flew by, he disappeared again! Then he disappeared, but it wasn't long before he reappeared behind the Darksword Scholar.

The Dark Knife Scholar didn't hesitate much, and another dart struck at him. But it's the same as last time, it doesn't work. The dart flew into the air, and the Bloodline was gone.

After doing this a few times, the Dark Knife Scholar felt a little tired, and now the speed of swinging the dart has slowed down a lot. But according to the usual situation, he should still have a lot of experience now, but now he doesn't know why he feels physically and mentally exhausted.

Now that he is fighting his spirits, he realizes that he has lost a lot of blood in his body. That guy didn't want to fight him in a dignified way at all, but wanted to slowly absorb his blood and make him a dry corpse.

Thinking of this, the Dark Knife Scholar's heart was full of fear, and he planned to leave here. Although he didn't know where to go now, he knew that as long as he ran in one direction, he could run out.

But how could the blood clan let him run out: "The kid is good, he even knows how to escape, but do you think I will let him fly if he has a duck in his mouth?"

Now he suddenly appeared in front of the Darkknife Scholar, but he still didn't intend to kill the Darkknife Scholar, but grabbed him by the neck, threw him backwards for some distance, and disappeared into the red mist again.

In this way, the Dark Knife Scholar Fang understood that this was his territory, and if he didn't kill him, he would definitely not be able to get out of here, and now he was using the soul power in his body more quickly.

But the blood clan seems to have changed its methods, and now every time it appears and disappears, it will leave a scar on the dark knife scholar's body: "You guessed wrong again, this is your punishment, keep coming, I hope the wounds on your body don't exceed a hundred, otherwise it will be too boring!"

After saying that, he disappeared into the red mist again. He reappeared shortly after, but this time the Darkknife Scholar didn't throw a dart at him.

One is that because of the anemia in his body, his mind has begun to be a little less clear, and the other is that he is worried that it will not be good if he does not throw another wound.

After all, in this kind of situation, which itself has to reduce blood, it is not good to have a wound. You must know that the speed of blood flowing in the wound is dozens of times, or even a hundred times, faster than in other places, which he absolutely cannot bear!

So now, naturally, the dart was not thrown, but the blood clan still disappeared. After that, he was left with another wound on his body: "If you don't do it, I still have to punish, unless you hit me, otherwise you will always be punished!"

"You!" Now the Dark Knife Scholar had lost too much blood to stand up. Now he can only collapse on the ground and be angry.

"What am I? It's your own skills that are not as good as the talent to lose, oops, why did you just fall like this, I haven't played enough! But okay, since you don't have the strength anymore, I won't play with you anymore, go die!"

As he spoke, he opened his bloody mouth and bit the neck of the Dark Knife Scholar. The moment his teeth were placed on the Darkknife Scholar's neck, the last dart in the Darkknife Scholar's hand also stabbed him at this time.

"I still won!" the last dart hit the Blood, but he had already lost so much blood that he was now unconscious.

Now that the blood clan has been wounded, it has also withdrawn from the blood realm. After the red mist completely disappeared, the tenth prince saw that this blood clan was holding a dried corpse in his hand and laughed.

"This kid tastes good, it's a tonic. It's just a pity that the mind is not smart, you are going to die anyway, but he wants to put himself on the hook, do you say he is stupid or not? Now, it's your turn!"

As he spoke, the blood clan threw the corpse in the face of the tenth prince, and now he walked towards the tenth prince.

But he didn't get close to Shigongzi, so he turned into a bat and flew away again: "You actually called so many people, this time it's your luck, but next time, you will die!"

Seeing the blood clan flying away, the tenth prince was wondering, but he saw five people running towards here, and only then did he understand that they had come to save him.

"What's wrong, what's wrong? Why are you so badly injured, did that kid do it? What was the thing that flew away just now? Scholar?"

"The scholar is here!" With the support of everyone, the tenth prince stood up and pointed to the dried corpse on the ground.

"What! At this time, isn't he a talented soldier in the Soul Realm? How could he seriously injure you and kill the scholar?" Iron Prison Knife thought that he knew Zhao Yulong better, and now he said it.

"It was the boy who hurt me, and he and I were both hurt. But it wasn't him who killed the scholar, there were other people, in short, it's not safe here, we'll go to the tent and say it!"

"Okay!" Seeing the ten princes, full of bodies, and now the iron prison knife is also a meeting, it is supported by a few other people, and walks towards the camp.

(End of chapter)