"Yanyan, you get out of here first." Hu Junge's gaze did not dare to deviate, and he always stared at the person opposite.

Zhao Yanyan's eyes showed a hint of resentment, "I've been out with you for almost two years, and you still don't believe me." ”

"I believe in you." Hu Junge said the letter, but he didn't let go of Zhao Yanyan.

"Okay, hero, the little woman has gone first." Zhao Yanyan was somewhat annoyed.

More than 20 people on the other side took advantage of their words to disperse and form an encirclement posture.

The leading man's face was as black as carbon, and he pointed at Zhao Yanyan and said, "It's up to you, you still want to go first, what do you think of our Nanshan Twenty-six Ba." ”

Zhao Yanyan was not only not nervous, but laughed, "Alas, it's a pity, the twenty-six tyrants of Nanshan, according to your name, there should be twenty-six talents." Well...... Let me count, one, two, three......"

"Don't count, there are only twenty-two of them." Hu Junge said.

Zhao Yanyan smiled: "Oh, yes, I suddenly remembered that three people were killed by you and one was killed by me." ”

The black-faced man's face darkened even more, and he scolded angrily: "Little, you wait, I'll let you know what regret is right away!" ”

"This girl really wants to know, but it's a pity...... You and your stupid pig men can't teach me. Zhao Yanyan's voice was still there, but the figure and breath were gone.

The black-faced man looked around, but found no one, he waved his hand and said to the brothers: "Give it to me, subdue the man first, give me a beating to death, and beat his own mother so that he doesn't recognize ...... mother."

"Poof!"

The sound was extremely short, and the black-faced man's words were held in his mouth, and he could no longer speak. He had a reddish sword stuck in his mouth, and a cloud of red silk overflowed from the sword.

The man's wound did not flow blood, the wound was sealed by red silk, which spread from the wound to other parts of his body, instantly enveloping him tightly.

From the outside, a humanoid red monster lay on the ground, twitching.

"You...... What did you do? The other men around Hu Junge said. The strength of the black-faced man had reached the late stage of the Jade Hall Realm, but he was powerless in front of the red silk thread.

The sword in Hu Junge's hand turned red, and a strange red liquid flowed from the sword, and if you looked closely, you would find that the liquid was composed of many moving silk threads.

The silk threads are as thin as hair, with varying luster and brightness, and you don't feel any danger. But what happened to the black-faced man reminded everyone not to despise the sword in Hu Junge's hand.

Since sacrificing this strange sword, Hu Junge's aura has continued to increase, from the middle stage of the Jade Hall Realm to the late stage of the Jade Hall Realm. This is not the end, but rather the beginning of the climb.

As more and more silk threads flowed out, his body suddenly shook, and his aura suddenly skyrocketed, reaching the early stage of the Xuanji Realm!

Seeing that the momentum was not right, the "Nanshan Twenty-six Tyrants" or the "Nanshan Twenty-One Tyrants" hurriedly withdrew and retreated.

"None of you can escape." Hu Junge plunged his sword into the ground, and the red silk thread quickly expanded around like a strange fluid with eyes.

The man who fled the slowest was entangled in red silk threads, and in the blink of an eye, he was swallowed by the red wave.

The others were terrified, even more afraid of the power of the red thread. They fled at full speed, but it was too late, and the red threads devoured the rest of the people one after another.

"What kind of strange sword is this? Pestering! ”

"Run! Run! Otherwise, we will all die here, ah......" The man was touched by the red silk thread, burrowed into his mouth and nose, and the dead could not die again.

"Ah......h

The screams were repeated, and the red silk thread not only killed all the twenty-six tyrants of Nanshan, but also turned the entire inn red by the way.

Hu Junge pulled out the red sword, and the surrounding silk threads immediately reversed direction and drilled into the sword in various ways.

When all the threads were closed, all the creatures around the inn were dead. The people who had just been devoured by the red thread were all turned into dried corpses, each with their mouths long and their eyes wide, not knowing what terrible things they had experienced before they died.

A few strands of red rope poked out of the hilt of the sword, and the red rope tied Hu Junge, instilling energy from the silk thread continuously. These powers are plundered from nearby creatures, muddy but unusually abundant.

"......Huh" Hu Junge's body was bruised, and after receiving the strength, his face was purple, blood was spilling from his pores, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Blood droplets stained the placket red, and the blood in the eyes protruded outward, gradually converging into blood clots.

Hu Junge slashed out with a sword, and the sword qi divided the inn into two, and the incision was neat like a carpenter's hard work. The sword qi pierced through the inn, still undiminished in power, and shot towards the wilderness.

With the power of the red sword, Hu Junge's realm was once close to the middle of the Xuanji realm. He snorted, put away his sword, his breath gradually weakened, and after ten breaths of time, he returned to him before the battle, the cultivation of the middle stage of the Yutang Realm.

"Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, it's really boring!" Hu Junge sighed.

Unlike people who like to pretend to be pigs and eat tigers, he prefers to defeat his opponents with all his strength.

Before using the Desert Blood Dragon Sparrow, he only had the strength of the middle stage of the Yutang Realm, which was his pig side. After sacrificing the Desert Blood Dragon Sparrow, his strength reached the early stage of the Xuanji Realm, which was his true side.

As the only heir of the Iron Family, his life's goal is on this sword.

The Desert Blood Dragon Sparrow is a remnant sword, and the Iron Family has lasted for four generations, but it has still not been refined. It was supposed to be a righteous sword, but because the sword was not forged, coupled with the evil thoughts of the sword owner, an evil sword was born.

In the Hanhai Desert, Hu Junge's father was forced to use this sword, and that time, the desert blood dragon sparrow killed 100,000 people.

The sword was contaminated with resentment, and the iron family's efforts for several generations not only did not refine the sword of righteousness, but instead refined the sword of the world's evilest.

God made a big joke.

People in the world covet the power of the sword and try their best to get it, and it is rumored that some people die fighting for it.

Hu Junge has the art of forging swords, and since he was a child, he has traveled south and north with a sword, and no one knows that he has a desert blood dragon sparrow in his hand. He was good at making swords, but he was even better at making hammers.

The iron family's alchemy is the best in the world, and it has forged countless divine weapons. Half of the fairy swords that are circulating in the world today are from the hands of the Iron Family. As for the ancestors, it is even more remarkable.

There are four major families in the world, the Yang family in the southeast, the Li family in the northwest, the Gao family in Beihua, and the Yue family in the west. There are also some hermit families who hardly care about the world.

The Tie family is a hermit family, not completely reclusive, similar to a semi-secluded state, and occasionally casting a few weapons. or sell, or give it to someone who is destined.

Three or four thousand years ago, the Daqian Dynasty was in its prime, and the Tie family was a big family. If it weren't for the catastrophe more than a thousand years ago, the Tie family would not have so many people died.

Hu Junge had heard of these secret things, and the Tie family cast a batch of bronzes, and it was for the sake of refining these bronzes that the ancestors of the Tie family died and were injured.

The bronze ladder that communicates the twelfth floor, the Nai He Bridge leading to the Ghost Gate, the bronze gate that seals the gods, and the bronze giant tripod that worships the sky......

The throne under the seat of the old master of the Xuanmen family is the proud work of the ancestors of the Tie family, and the power is great, and the night brocade has a deep experience.