Wu Jian has never cultivated well since he accepted the inheritance within the clan, because cultivation is hard and boring, so it is not as comfortable as spending all his time for fun and playing. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info And his father never wanted to let him go to war, and there was no need to worry about safety, because he hired a hundred spikes to act as his son's personal bodyguard. But at this time, the scene in front of him made Wu Jian never think, but the guarantee of his own safety has become the biggest threat to his life, watching the clansmen around him being stripped of their bones and dying, watching them become a puddle of flesh and mud, this fear that he has never experienced made him wet his pants.

"Aren't you afraid of being torn apart by the five horses?" After a brief moment of surprise, Yael regained his composure and stood in the thick dust mist, clutching his blade tightly in his hand, always on the lookout for attacks that could come from anywhere.

"It doesn't matter, Wu Jian's kid is too weak, his bone quality is so bad that he won't even admit the bone source, so he is not in danger, and others, what does life and death have to do with me. In the dust mist, the voice of the bone spirit came, but Yael could not judge the source of the sound at all, as if the bone spirit had become a dust mist, everywhere.

"So what are you going to do next? Are you going to let me suffocate by inhaling too much bone powder?" When the dust mist appeared, the first thing Yael did was cover his mouth and nose, but gradually, he realized that the scattered bone dust did not affect his normal breathing, and Yael was only delaying time by saying this, so as to find out the weakness of the dust mist.

"If I wanted to do that, your lungs would be pierced by countless bone spurs in the first place, but I think that death like that is an insult to you, so I still choose to deal with you face to face. The tone of the bone is very confident, as if the victory is already in hand.

"Get out of here!"

"Don't worry, you broke my killing move just now, if I don't break you, how can it be considered a courtesy. ”

"You have a sick brain, this is a fight, not a competition, why are there so many rules. "Yael is getting more and more impenetrable to this enemy, although he is fighting for his life, but his mother-in-law, as if he is reluctant to die, this thought makes Yael have goosebumps, and secretly curses this pervert in his heart.

"What a quick temper, let's stop talking, let's fight!" Bone Spirit smiled lightly, and suddenly, the surroundings of Yael became dark, and Yael looked at it only to realize that countless objects were approaching around him.

"So much!" Yael found that the attack was coming from all directions, and he could not avoid it, so he had to throw out the firefall and slash back and forth with his ghost hand, and it was not anything else that attacked Yar, but the corpses that had been pulled away from the bones, and they were thrown over like soft mud one by one, and if they didn't resist, they would have to crush themselves to death. The speed of Firefall's rotation is more than doubled, and all the corpses that come into contact with it will be ground into minced meat, and the ghost hand is wide open and closed, and the corpse can be cut in half with just one blow, and after a while, countless pieces of minced meat have gathered under Yar's body, and the pungent smell of blood makes Yair himself want to vomit, finally, when all the corpses have been thrown over, this inexplicable attack is finally over, Yael has been dyed blood red at this time, although he has not suffered any injuries, but it is not easy.

"You damn pervert, what kind of attack is this? disgusting!" yell roared, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the bloody breath rushed to his mouth and nose, and the long-suppressed vomit finally broke out, squatting on the ground and retching.

"Tsk, I thought you were someone who had seen a big scene, how could you know that you were so fragile. As he spoke, the dust mist receded quickly, and soon coalesced into a human form, and at this time he stood spotlessly outside the pool of blood, looking at Yael's eyes full of disgust.

"If you have the ability, come over and see that I don't chop you into minced meat. Yael was so angry with him that he pointed his finger at the bones. But when he saw the ghost hand, Yael couldn't help but be stunned, at this time the originally sharp ghost hand had been sheathed, and the sharpness of the surrounding body was completely covered by the scabbard, no different from a burning stick, Yael looked at the hovering firefall in surprise, and found that the firefall had also been unsheathed, and fell to the ground after hovering in mid-air for a week.

"Just by looking at your surprised look, you haven't killed anyone, and you've always used some beast blood to unsheath your blades before!" said the skeleton smugly.

"What?" Yael picked up his hand and tried to pull it out of its scabbard again, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't.

"It's a pity to have such an evil soldier but not know how to use it, it's a pity to follow you. The bones walked slowly towards Yael, rolling up a layer of bone everywhere they passed, cleaning the ground of dirt.

Yael thought back to the previous battle, when the Shadow Father told himself that these blades were all the evil blades of the Dark Realm that he found from the classics, and then forged them through secret methods, and then the Shadow Father found that they all had a trait, that is, once they were unsheathed, they needed to drink enough blood to get back into the sheath, and they had to go to the vegetable market to buy some chickens and ducks to kill after each battle, so that they could be put away, but the Shadow Father didn't tell me that the blades would return to the sheath by themselves.

"Let me teach you, the evil blade is different from the spirit soldier, they can't recognize the master like the spirit soldier, practice with the master, and can't call their own power, if you want the unique ability of the blade, you need to be nourished by blood, but each evil blade has a critical point of absorption according to its characteristics, we call it blood boiling, once the amount of blood absorbed reaches blood boiling, it means that it exceeds its carrying limit. Because of the protection of the evil blade, they will actively return to their sheaths and then digest them slowly, and will never unsheath them a second time until they have finished digesting them. At the beginning, you said their blood boiling point, this is idiotic behavior, for example, your long sword, you need to drink five people's blood to return to the sheath, that is to say, his blood boiling point is ten people's blood, let's calculate, how much flesh and blood you cut just now, um~, ninety-eight people, it can hold on to the last moment before returning to the sheath, it is already a miracle. Like a teacher, Bone Soul carefully explained the characteristics of the blade in his hand to Yael, who had never heard of these theories, and stared at the blade in his hand for a while, and asked the Shadow Father for confirmation in his heart.

"He's right, although these blades are imitations forged by me with spiritual power, but they magically retain their original abilities and characteristics, the reason why I didn't tell you is because I think that according to your personality, I may not be able to reach the blood boiling of any evil soldier in this life, and I can't imagine that today I will meet an enemy who forces you to obey, it's really interesting. Shadow Father was awakened by Yael and confirmed the words of the bones, and his face was full of schadenfreude.

"Well, I've broken your blade too, we're tied, let's start the real fight. The bones were already five paces away from Yael, and said unhurriedly.

"This pervert is not simple, just from the fact that he is familiar with the characteristics of the evil blade, he must be a master who kills people without blinking, I advise you to sacrifice blood amber, otherwise I will be the only one on the scene. Lothar stared at the enemy in front of him through Yar's eyes, and a trace of fear welled up in his heart.