The fluctuation of the fighting power behind him was naturally not full of Bolin's perception, but when he saw the needles in the sky, his heart sank to the bottom again, and the fighting strength was formed, and the assassin in front of him was at least a division-level powerhouse!

The needles are overwhelming, and it is almost obvious that you will die if you touch it. Bolin didn't dare to hold back any longer, and instantly activated the dark green bloodline, and the deceleration ripples immediately dispersed, while he himself exploded Song's red lotus rage with all his strength, turning into a streamer and shooting towards the edge.

The range of the needles was very large, and when he only came to the edge of the coverage, the needles had already fallen like rain. At this time, he had no choice but to unfold the ripples with all his strength, and the pupil technique was even more exerted, and finally he could see those small needles in the air clearly. But there was no way to avoid it, and he gritted his teeth and showed the Ancient Slayer again, trying to block as many needles as he could that would hit his legs, while he could only try to cover the other lethal positions with his hands.

After a few strokes, a pin struck him in the shoulder. The needle shot out from the front and from behind, directly piercing his shoulder. Then his arms, waist, abdomen, and feet were struck, and Bolin instantly turned into a blood flower, and countless petals were scattered in this boundless wilderness.

At this point, the man in black stopped, not knowing if it was due to overconsumption or something else. Where he stopped, looking at Bolin in the distance, who was crawling in the heap of blood, his body was still trembling a little. He was about to rush over, but found that the prey, who had already known whether he was alive or dead, rolled and stood up, and then ran away at a fast speed into the distance.

The man in black was not in a hurry to catch up, but walked with heavy steps to the pool of blood left by Boleyn. He leaned down a little, put it under the eagle's humble nose and sniffed it, then put it on the tip of his tongue and licked it, and instantly stood up as if he had been struck by lightning, and he looked nervously in the direction of Boleyn's departure, and chased after him as if he were a streamer.

In the barren wilderness, Bolin still ran forward at a uniform speed, although his chest was already burning hot, and the movements of his limbs were no longer coordinated, especially the wound on his foot, which was seriously draining his physical strength. But he still tried to maintain his current pace, and he knew that the killer behind him had not given up and was not far away from him.

He looked up at the stars in the sky, briefly identified the direction, and then plunged headlong into the night.

The stars shift, the moon sets and the sun rises. A glimmer of light slowly emanated from the horizon, and the world suddenly lit up, but Bolin felt that his world was slowly darkening. He couldn't keep up with the speed of last night, his chest was numb at this time, every time he inhaled it was like a shabby blast, the wounds on his body had lost their suppression, and a large amount of blood was leaving him.

"It seems that it is impossible to reach the destination. ”

He thought silently, and at the same time a little unwilling, there were still too many things to be done. Just when he was almost desperate, a few small red dots suddenly appeared in the vortex inside him, and Bolin's face flashed a hint of fierceness, and then turned around and pounced on the red dots.

The man in black gasped and chased all the way at a high speed, and such a high-speed rush all night was a very draining thing for his cultivation. He saw that the blood on the ground began to grow more and more, and then slowly decreased, and he knew that his goal had reached its limit.

At this time, a trace of anxiety suddenly appeared on his cold face, and he quickly accelerated his speed to track the bloodstains, and soon he came to the place where Bolin changed direction, where he only hesitated for a moment, discerned Bolin's direction and continued to chase after him.

A moment later, he saw a tragic scene, several dismembered dragon mouse corpses scattered in a small pit, a human figure that had lost its left arm and was covered in blood, Yang Tian was pressed under a relatively intact dragon and mouse corpse, it looked like a common death.

The man in black instantly became very anxious, he walked quickly to the side of the corpse, and hurriedly leaned down to push the corpse of the dragon rat away, but he couldn't help but be stunned! The human form pressed under the dragon rat turned out to be a pile of meat composed of a lot of minced meat, not a complete corpse.

At the moment when he was stunned, a black long sword stabbed out of the corpse of the dragon mouse, and then he felt his body stagnate, and turned his head to see a pair of eyes as deep as a black hole, and countless squeezed dark green ripples.

The man in black stood there, the long sword stabbed into his body very smoothly, and then through the heart and directly out of his back, and he didn't even move the whole time.

Faced with such a result, Bolin was stunned for a while, and he arranged this game again, but he was unwilling to be killed like this, or die on the road. He knows very well how slim the chances of success are, even if he can really deceive him and have a chance to use his sword, but don't forget that the other party is a real melee expert. But now he not only stabbed, but also killed with one blow!

If the heart is broken, unless it is thought to be a legendary god-level, it is almost certain death, could it be that the man in black in front of him will be a god-level? Bolin thought with some horror, but the black blood gushing out of the man in black's mouth proved that he was obviously not. How to explain everything in front of him, is it really his own luck, the man in black suddenly careless? But he never believed in any luck.

At this time, the corner of the black-clothed man's mouth suddenly hung a little smile, but a satisfied smile unfolded on his cold face at this time, his mouth full of blood opened, and he said extremely weakly.

"The blood of the River Styx, the pupil of the dead, I can't imagine that I can see it again in my lifetime, so what's the harm of dying. ”

"What did you say?"

Although the voice of the man in black was very weak, Bolin still heard it very clearly, and what he said seemed to refer to his pupil technique and dark green blood.

"The blood of the Styx, the pupil of the dead, what is it?

He eagerly asked, the man in black in front of him was already certain to die, but he was very eager to know the secret of his bloodline. But a large amount of blood poured out of the mouth of the man in black, and I saw him, his face was indifferent, and even a little proud, and then he took out a delicate silver medal from the collar on his chest, stuffed it into Boleyn's hand, and said intermittently:

"Hurt you... It's my sin...... There is no redemption except death... But they are innocent.... ”

Speaking of this, the black-clothed man's pupils slowly dilated, and his hands drooped. In the dark, Bolin seemed to see a tranquil face, and slowly floated towards the sky, and the man in black who had chased and killed him for almost a day and a night died like this.

He also sat down on the ground all of a sudden, and at this moment he was completely overdrawn, and at this time, the whirlpool in his body actually began to slowly emit some white mist again, and after integrating into the bloodline, it began to replenish his fighting energy and physical strength little by little, but this time the white qi was very rare.

Bolin seems to understand some rules, as long as he kills the dragon clan and devours the blood, these white qi will come out. After recovering a little, he paid attention to the silver medal given to him by the black Israel.

The silver medal was covered with strange writing and a flower that Boleyn couldn't name, and he looked at it for a long time to no avail, so he searched the body of the man in black again, and then he found the blue dagger and a few lists that seemed to be for purchase. He took a closer look, and what was written on it were some ordinary and low-level daily use, for example, the old rice on it was a relatively inferior kind of rice grain, which was generally eaten by some poor families.

He couldn't help but be a little discouraged, and finally had the news of his bloodline, and it was so broken here. As soon as his mood relaxed, a sense of powerlessness accompanied by intense tiredness instantly overwhelmed him.

When Bolin woke up again, it was already a starry sky, and the vortex in his body showed that a dozen or so red dots were rapidly approaching him. He pulled out the ancient killing on the corpse of the man in black, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he was just about to replenish his fighting power, and these dragons were sent to the door so automatically.

There was no suspense in the battle, Bolin seemed to be born to be the nemesis of the dragon clan, more than a dozen dragon rats were enough to make the sergeant master flee, but he completed the kill very easily.

Feeling that his physical strength and fighting spirit slowly became full, his heart was relieved a little, although the biggest crisis had passed, he still needed to find a place to deal with those penetrated wounds, otherwise his life would still be in danger after a long time.

He stood up with his sword, and suddenly he felt that he shouldn't let the man in black just run out into the wilderness, something inexplicable, but it was touching a point in his soul. He gritted his teeth and dug a large hole at the site, then buried the man in black.

After getting up, he looked at the sky again, mentally calculated his speed from yesterday, and then chose a direction to start the long run again.

Boleyn was already groggy and empty, he still looked down on the piercing wounds, he knew that he was having a high fever, and the blood in his body was almost thirsty.

At this moment, in the distance, by the long river of the day, a huge fortress full of spikes silently appeared in front of Bolin's eyes. Bolin thought wildly in the void, the size of this fortress was already very close to Xingling, and the spikes all over his body would be the terrifying nightmare of those high-level dragon clans.

"East Star Castle, it's finally here. ”

Bolin was glad and walked to the door with difficulty, only to find that there was a long queue at the door, although many people looked anxious and strong, but the soldiers guarding the door were not accommodating at all, so they silently stopped everyone at the door. Bolin knew that he was at his limit, he didn't care much, he took out the Bloodline's badge and walked towards the gate, he believed that with the name of the Bloodliner, the guards would let him in.

But he was in the middle of the road when a troop of horsemen suddenly burst out of the fortress gates. Vaguely, Libolin heard a familiar and mighty female voice shouting from afar:

"Death to those who stand in the way of our army!"