Zhong Lidao shook his hand, and the nine-section whip was like a long and agile snake, pecking at Zhao Wuxing's right eye from the bottom up.

Zhao Wuxing has always been wary of Zhong Lidao, and after falling from the sky to attract the attention of the other party, he didn't dare to make any more random moves, for fear of the other party's Dao. However, he waited for a long time, but found that Zhong Lidao's move was bland and ordinary, which surprised him a little.

"Hmph-"

Zhao Wuxing felt that Zhong Lidao was underestimating him, and he let out a loud shout, slammed his wrist, and the blood-colored spear in his hand bypassed the whip shadow and went straight to Zhong Lidao's heart.

"Big brother, don't fall in love with war!"

Zhao Wuxun saw that his brother was fighting with the other party, and hurriedly shouted.

"Don't even think about running away from any of you!" Zhong Lidao grinned, his right arm suddenly retracted, and the nine-section whip retracted, tightly wrapping around the barrel of Zhao Wuxing's gun.

Zhao Wuxing only felt an extremely strong force coming from his hand, and he refused to give up the gun, so he was carried by this strong force and staggered in the direction of Zhong Lidao.

"Big brother, I'll help you!"

As soon as Zhao Wuxing stretched out the long knife in his hand, he was about to rush forward to help, but at this moment, an unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Blood—give me blood!"

Zhao Wuxing subconsciously turned his head to look, and suddenly met a pair of scarlet eyes.

"Give me blood!"

The owner of the eyes did not open his mouth again, but this commanding words appeared in his mind.

What kind of magic are these eyes!

Zhao Wuxing just glanced at it, and his heart pounded, and it felt like an invisible force had suddenly appeared, enveloping his body from head to toe.

That sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the knife in his hand.

No, there is a problem!

Zhao Wuxing instinctively wanted to retreat, but he couldn't do anything.

It seemed that the moment they looked at each other, he had fallen for the spell of fixing, let alone raising his hands and legs, and he couldn't even move his eyeballs.

What's going on?

What's going on here?

Zhao Wuxing was puzzled, and those scarlet eyes suddenly moved.

"Give me blood!"

Those eyes only turned slightly, but an evil voice suddenly sounded from Zhao Wuxing's heart, as if these eyes were directly connected to his heart.

"Give me blood!"

The frequency of that voice became faster and faster, as if urging Zhao Wuxing to act quickly.

"You're not the master of the door, who are you!"

Zhao Wuxing finally reacted, and he screamed loudly in his heart, trying to resist.

But no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't take his eyes off, so he could only keep bending down and kneeling on the ground in a daze.

"Give me blood!" With another urging, Zhao Wuxing's body finally moved, he raised his hand and slowly approached his neck, his eyes full of horror. It wasn't him who controlled his body at the moment!

What is this man going to do when he manipulates him?

Zhao Wuxing felt like a marionette, without the guidance of the manipulator, he was simply a dead thing, once the manipulator gave an order, no matter how unwilling he was, he would follow the other party's wishes.

Zhao Wuxing's eyes were flustered, but no matter how fiercely he resisted in his heart, his body always moved against his own wishes, obediently following the other party's wishes.

His hand, pulled by an invisible force, pressed close to his throat minute by minute.

"Huh-"

Zhao Wuxing's hand finally pressed against his throat, and his eyes suddenly flashed with a bewitching smile like scarlet eyes.

The next moment, the long knife in his hand slashed out a sharp light and slashed down his throat. Blood spurted out like a fountain, pouring on Feng Kucong's body, and his limbs, which had been severed, were actually reborn at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Second brother!"

Zhao Wuxian had been staring at Zhao Wuxing and Zhong Lidao's side, and suddenly heard the sound of blood gushing, and then turned around.

However, as soon as he turned his head, he met Feng Jucong's eyes.

The other party's eyes were so bottomless, just one glance made Zhao Wuxing feel a chill of a sharp blade, and his whole body trembled.

Not good!

Zhao Wuxian felt bad again at this time, it was already too late.

It was a pair of eyes full of magic, and the scarlet was so strange that it was almost suffocating, enough to indulge him forever.

After a moment, Zhao Wuyi's eyes could no longer be taken away.

"Dang Chang—"

Zhao Wuxian let go of his hand, and the blood-colored long sword in his palm fell to the ground.

He thinks about tricks in everything, loses his recklessness, encounters bottlenecks, looks ahead and backwards, and does not dare to try boldly, so among the three brothers, although he is the one with the best brain, he is also the weakest one in cultivation.

Feng Jucong didn't seem to be able to control multiple people with his eyes at the same time, and when he and Zhao Wuxing looked at each other, Zhao Wuxing trembled all over, and blurted out: "Third brother, don't look at his eyes, he is not the master of the door!"

However, at this time, Zhao Wuxian was unable to respond to him.

Zhao Wuxing finally got out of control, but found that his younger brother had fallen into the hands of the other party again, in a hurry, he covered the wound with one hand, danced the long knife in the other, and slashed hard without any tricks, and went straight to the opponent's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

While staring at Zhao Wuxing's eyes, Feng Jucong stretched out his newly grown white arm, and with a flick, he flicked the long knife in Zhao Wuxing's hand into the air.

It's so strong!

Seeing that the other party had defeated his powerful sword so easily, Zhao Wuxing only felt that the numb energy in his hand seemed to be passed along his arms to his heart, and most of his battle intent suddenly disappeared.

Feng Kucong reached out with his arm, grabbed Zhao Wudread in his arms, and then put his mouth to the wound on his neck.

"Goo, goo-"

Feng Kucong's throat kept moving, and Zhao Wuxing's blood was swallowed into his stomach one bite after another.

Zhao Wuxian saw his brother's body quickly dry up, and the breath of life became weaker and weaker, he wanted to rush forward to save his brother's life, but the control of his body was not in his hands.

After entering the Blood Sword Gate, he was already ready to die, and he had simulated countless scenes in his mind where his brothers died tragically in front of him, but he never expected that he would actually see his second brother die in such a way in this situation.

This deep sense of powerlessness made him want to go with his second brother.

"Not enough blood!" Feng Jucong pushed away Zhao Wuxing, who had already become a dry corpse, and hooked his finger at Zhao Wuxing, and said, "Give me blood!"

Zhao Wuxian walked with stiff steps, moving towards the wind little by little.

No!

Don't go!

Zhao Wuxian wanted to pick up the blood-colored long knife that was bounced off at his feet and cut off his legs with a single sword, but his body seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread, and he walked slowly, getting closer and closer to the owner of those eyes.

"Blood!"

Feng Jucong smiled wickedly and stretched out his hand towards Zhao Wuxian.