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After Yin Jiabao's face was affirmed, tears fell in his eyes. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Seeing Yin Jiabao crying, Jin Yongsheng realized the seriousness of the matter a little, although Yin Jiabao had no cultivation, but this fat man never lied, and no matter what he said, he was extremely accurate.

"Okay, okay, I'll go and persuade him. Jin Yongsheng was about to turn around and look for Chen Xiaoqiang, when he suddenly saw a black light curtain at the head of Yongqiang City soaring into the sky.

Yin Jiabao looked up at the light curtain, and then tears flowed down his face and said: "It's over, it's over, it's late, it's late." After that, he ran towards Yongqiang City with his little fat legs.

"Jiabao, Jiabao......" Jin Yongsheng shouted twice behind Yin Jiabao, but he couldn't stop the fat man's footsteps from leaving, and in a hurry, he galloped straight to the light curtain.

And at this moment, in Chen Xiaoqiang's room.

Chen Xiaoqiang, who was surrounded by a black light curtain, had a painful expression, and his eyes were constantly changing between red and dark.

Chen Xiaoqiang did not follow common sense to play chess and broke the chess game set up by the Death Sword Spirit, and the Death Sword Spirit naturally did not recognize him as the sword master.

A little hairy boy, with the energy of the Death God Sword Spirit, can kill Chen Xiaoqiang in the blink of an eye, but he has been in the old military god's void ring for too long, and he also wants to come out to breathe, or to control Chen Xiaoqiang's mind and find the bloodthirsty freedom that he has not seen for a long time.

After Chen Xiaoqiang got the new weapon, he didn't rush back to cultivate, but arranged all the daily affairs as usual, and only returned to the room to cultivate after lunch.

Of course, at lunchtime, Yin Jiabao's behavior of letting him throw away the Death Sword did not affect Chen Xiaoqiang too much, Chen Xiaoqiang's mind was much more tenacious and conceited than Jin Yongsheng, and the young man was very confident that he could subdue the Death Sword.

It's just that Chen Xiaoqiang didn't realize that the moment he saw Yin Jiabao, the Death Sword already had another plan.

Great food!

Tonic!

It's been a long time since I've smelled such pure blood, I must kill him, I must kill him......

The greed and killing desire of the Death Sword Spirit tried to invade Chen Xiaoqiang's mind when Chen Xiaoqiang was practicing, but the young man was shocked, and under the two-phase attack game, the Death Sword Spirit had to release a big move to Chen Xiaoqiang, who had extremely strong willpower.

The most primitive bloody and pure murderous aura, full of darkness and extremely hopeless, is like a giant blade covering the sky, directly pressing Chen Xiaoqiang to hell.

Chen Xiaoqiang was bleeding in an instant, and the sword in his hand also came out of his hand and levitated to the side.

"Xiaoqiang!"

"Strong Boy ......"

Uncle Wang, Jin Shouzhi, including the old military gods who had not healed their injuries and were still wet with dregs of medicine, and who were holding the Wanlong halberd in their hands, were attracted by the black light curtain and appeared in Chen Xiaoqiang's room almost at the same time.

"Elder Li, what's going on?" Uncle Wang asked, looking at the old military god.

"The sword spirit invades the body, damn it, I was careless. The old military god slapped two palms at the black light curtain as he spoke, he wanted to be able to break the black light curtain's siege of Chen Xiaoqiang, but after his two palms, the light curtain trembled, and suddenly became thicker, followed by a terrible night howl, piercing the eardrums, the old army god staggered slightly, and his face turned pale to the end.

The Death Sword Spirit released its own power, and the black light curtain was composed of the Death Sword's dignified murderous aura, and his power within the light curtain had already invaded Chen Xiaoqiang's mind.

The face of the Death God Sword Spirit Void began to loom over Chen Xiaoqiang's handsome face.

Not only the old military gods, but also the two old men, Wang Bo and Jin Shouzhi, also knew that at this time, no matter what means they used to attack the Death God Sword Spirit, Chen Xiaoqiang would be injured together, and if there was a slight mistake, Chen Xiaoqiang would be wiped out in minutes.

When several people were at a loss, Jin Yongsheng rushed into the room, and rushed to the light curtain without saying a word when he saw the scene in front of him.

"Yong boy, don't ......" Uncle Wang and the old military god spoke out at the same time to stop it, but it was too late.

As soon as he rushed into the light curtain, Jin Yongsheng, who wanted to pull Chen Xiaoqiang out, seemed to be suddenly bullied by a giant blade, and the pain of cutting his skin and bones immediately made his forehead bulge, and his eyes widened, revealing a painful look of wanting to split.

"You idiot!"

Chen Xiaoqiang, who was not completely unconscious, angrily opened his bloody eyes and scolded Jin Yongsheng.

"Ahhh After Jin Yongsheng screamed three times, he scolded Chen Xiaoqiang in a loud voice: "Chen Xiaoqiang! You are a stupid person! You can't even handle a sword, you will not pretend to be an elephant in front of your brother in the future." With your ability, you might as well be a second-class brother. ”

After Jin Yongsheng scolded Chen Xiaoqiang, he suddenly shouted at the Death Sword Spirit: "...... And you monster, you fucking stay away from him, if you dare to hurt him, my brother will make you never be able to live beyond his life......"

Jin Yongsheng, who was extremely painful, started his behavior of saying foul words to reduce the pain again, and the old army gods who heard the light curtain raised a lot of confidence that they could save Chen Xiaoqiang.

The powerful murderous aura light curtain of the Death Sword Spirit did not crush Jin Yongsheng to death, and after the unclean curse on the young man's mouth, he moved towards Chen Xiaoqiang step by step, and the white light that lingered around him seemed to be blocking the invasion of the black murderous aura.

What is the meaning of struggling, moving forward with a huge blade as heavy as a thousand pounds, the difficulty can be imagined.

Moreover, the murderous aura released by the Death Sword Spirit was even more pure, primitive and savage.

Although Jin Yongsheng was used to being washed by sword qi, the indescribable pain still made him let out a roar of pain.

"Ahh......h

The old military god, Wang Bo, and Jin Shouzhi had nothing to do for a while, so they could only do it in a hurry.

Inside the light curtain.

The black eyes of the Death God Sword Spirit looked at Jin Yongsheng in surprise.

Who is this red-haired boy?

Why is the energy in his body so powerful? He can actually block his murderous aura and not get close...... Who is he sacred?

There is still such an energetic person in this world, why have I never felt him?

Boy, since you sent it to the door yourself, how can I not accept you!

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As long as I can eat you, there will be no one in this world who can stop my death......

Before he knew how terrifying the power in Jin Yongsheng's body was, the Death God Sword Spirit was alone and thought about it, the flesh-like Yin Jiabao also rushed into the room, and then this thing rushed straight into the light curtain.

Yin Jiabao is completely different from Jin Yongsheng and Chen Xiaoqiang, he walked into the light curtain without any influence from the light curtain, he held a wooden bowl filled with blood in one hand, a small wooden knife in the other, and a strand of hair in his mouth.

Yin Jiabao's behavior immediately caused Jin Yongsheng to howl like a pig: "Jiabao!"

The smell of Jin Yongsheng's fresh blood stimulated the Death God Sword Spirit to show a greedy look, and his mouth muttered: "Good food, kill him, kill them......"

Chen Xiaoqiang's painful expression immediately became much more evil, but Yin Jiabao didn't seem to be affected in any way, he took some Jin Yongsheng's blood from the bowl, and pulled Jin Yongsheng's hair violently with his hand, if it weren't for Jin Yongsheng's murderous light curtain under the Death God Sword Spirit, every move required great strength, and he kicked Yin Jiabao away earlier.

From rushing into the black light curtain to pulling off Jin Yongsheng's hair, Yin Jiabao was in a hurry, and the speed was extremely fast, and the old military god showed a look of surprise. If there was no one next to the fat man, he put all the hair in Jin Yongsheng's hair and mouth in the blood bowl, and then his little eyes timidly glanced at Chen Xiaoqiang, and his hand held the hilt of the Death Sword suspended on the side.

"Jiabao, you kid, what are you doing?" Jin Shouzhi shouted outside the light curtain.

The next moment, everyone was dumbfounded, and Yin Jiabao tied the hilt of the Death Sword with the bloody hair, and then quickly braided the hair on the hilt.

"This can't be ......," the old military god's eyes lit up as he spoke.

It wasn't until this moment that the Death God Sword Spirit roared angrily: "You dead fat man, stop it for me!"

No one could have imagined that Yin Jiabao would know the way to control the Death God Sword Spirit.

The hair of people, the medium of spirit, also known as the three thousand troubles of silk, contains the blood of gold immortality and strength, silver treasure and goodness, and knots the green silk knot, brothers are connected to the heart, and its profits are broken gold.

With Yin Jiabao's eyesight, he can naturally find out the weakness of the Death Sword, the spiritual eye of the Death Sword is the dead word at the hilt of the sword, this sword comes from a 10,000-year-old grave in the ancient world, and most of the things in the world are enlightened and enlightened because of the absorption of the essence of the sun and the moon, the aura of heaven and earth, but this sword is absorbing too much death qi, yin qi, and gaining strength from extreme evil...... No one knows who forged it, and it became a top murderer from the moment it appeared.

When the blood-dyed hair in Yin Jiabao's hand completely wrapped the hilt of the Grim Reaper, the black light curtain slowly fell, and a golden divine character appeared on the smooth handle of the Grim Reaper sword.

As soon as the golden divine word appeared, Chen Xiaoqiang and Jin Yongsheng immediately felt relaxed, and the invisible giant blade on their bodies seemed to be slowly being moved away.

"Uncle, Yu Jian said that there is no good or evil, you are in the hands of Brother Qiang, Brother Qiang will naturally not humiliate and live up to you, he will take you to eliminate evil and promote good, you will no longer be a murderer...... All spirits in the world have good roots, although you are born from extreme evil, it is not impossible to be good, from now on, uncle, you must be good, take good care of Brother Qiang, and don't want to harm him again......" Yin Jiabao said, and the movements in his hands were quickly completed.

In a trance, for a moment, the Grim Reaper Sword Spirit found the most ancient memory.

The world is in a great wilderness, various ethnic groups are divided, and wars are continuous.

It is a totemic sword that has just been forged, and the golden characters on the hilt of the sword are the surnames of a family from that period.

After a night raid, an absolute slaughter, everything about that family was buried.

The dead word on the hilt of the sword was written in blood by the patriarch of the family before he died.

The patriarch's reluctance and resentment awakened its first spiritual thought with blood as a medium.

"I want revenge, I want to kill them all......" The voice filled the mind of the Grim Reaper Sword Spirit, pain, grief, doubt, hatred, and unwillingness...... Let this Death God Sword Spirit, who has existed in the world for an unknown amount of time, finally appear a little chaotic.

"Strong boy, it's now. As the black light curtain was about to disappear, the old military god suddenly appeared in front of Chen Xiaoqiang, and then grabbed Chen Xiaoqiang's hand just a little, and a large drop of blood dripped from Chen Xiaoqiang's hand and landed on the divine character at the hilt of the Death Sword.