The Heartless Sigil suspended in the air fell to the ground.

Li Cheng's body shook twice, and he fell down, as if he had lost consciousness and couldn't get up again.

The Zhao brothers sighed, they knew that Li Cheng had done his best, and if they let their brothers block the move just now, they would probably end up losing both.

But Feng Jucong not only defeated this move from the front, but also didn't seem to be hurt too much.

is worthy of being the first person in the history of the Blood Sword Sect, and his strength is really terrifying.

What is the origin of the guy with the scabbard on his back?

Out-of-body period?

No, I'm afraid you have to be distracted to do it.

For Zhong Lidao, the Zhao brothers had no idea of resisting at all.

There are wolves in front and tigers in the back, but one is a hungry tiger and the other is a young wolf, and how to choose is very clear.

Zhao Wudaunt shouted loudly, and jumped into the air with the blood-colored spear, only to see him put the spear across his waist, and the whole person spun quickly in the air, and with each rotation, his momentum increased by one point.

After a few turns, he had turned into a vague red whirlwind, and the cold glow of the tip of the spear was hidden in the red shadow, bringing out a series of silver trails.

Zhao Wuxing on the side was not idle, he took advantage of his brother's accumulation of strength, cut his fingers, smeared the blood on the sword, and then pointed the long sword straight at the sky, and kept muttering something in his mouth.

When he finished reciting the spell, a golden thunderbolt suddenly struck the red whirlwind that Zhao Wudaunt had turned into, plating it with a layer of gold.

"Poof—"

Zhao Wuxian fell to the ground, his whole body was sore and weak, and in order to summon that golden thunder, his spiritual power was almost completely drained.

Although this trick is a secret technique that has been passed down from generation to generation by their Zhao family, only Zhao Wuxing has learned it among the three brothers.

This technique is called séance, which can lead to a wisp of divine consciousness in the clan with its bloodline.

Those ancient families have been spreading their branches as early as the Hongmeng era, and they have been passed on to the Zhao brothers, and the power of the bloodline in their bodies is almost gone, and where did their Zhao family get the inheritance, and it is impossible to investigate.

The power of the bloodline in Zhao Wuxian's body was slightly stronger than that of the two elder brothers, and coupled with his natural intelligence, he comprehended the art of séance.

It is said that if this séance technique is used to the extreme, it can summon the possession of gods and demons, and it can open mountains and crack the ground with a gesture, which is extraordinary.

However, with Zhao Wuxian's current strength, the incarnation divine consciousness he introduced did not belong to the lineage of the orthodox clan, at best, it could only be regarded as a wisp of remnant soul left in the world by a strong person in the side branch, and he could only let the divine consciousness attach to Zhao Wuxing's body to complete an attack, but this was already the greatest contribution he could make.

Rather than attacking, Zhao felt that he was better suited to be a supporting role.

Zhao Wuxing was blessed by the secret technique and finally made a move.

Like a golden-clawed red dragon soaring through the clouds, he spiraled up, and then turned around, his spear, arms, body, and feet almost connected into a line, like a lightning bolt that intersected with gold and red, and blasted straight towards the top of Feng Kucong's head.

The two brothers worked together to complete this unstoppable thunderous blow.

Although Feng Jucong couldn't see with his eyes, he also sensed the power of this move.

He squatted down, reached out and grabbed Zhao Wuxing's already cold corpse in his hand, then groped for a moment, pulled hard, and pulled out a white bone.

Fang Cai was fighting hard without a heart, and his finger bones were already covered with cracks, if he went to pick up Zhao Wuxing's trick with his bare hands like he did with Li Cheng, I am afraid that his entire arm would have to be abolished.

But Feng Jucong had no blade, so he had no choice but to imitate Zhong Lidao to use white bones as a sword and meet the spear shot down in the air.

Even though the white bone was wrapped in a layer of spiritual power, it still broke inch by inch when it collided with the spear in Zhao Wuxing's hand, and it couldn't stop the other party's forward trend in the slightest.

"Poof—"

At the last moment, he turned his head and let the spear pierce his chest, causing the whole person to be nailed to the ground.

Zhao Wudaunt held the gun in both hands, struggling to maintain a standing position, although it seemed that he had won a move, but his face was like ashes.

Originally, he wanted to use this move to completely turn Feng Kucong into powder, so that it could not regenerate, but he could only make a hole in the opponent's chest with all his strength.

A desperate shot, only in exchange for such a result, Zhao Wuxing understood that their brother still lost.

"Hahahaha-" Feng Jucong saw that Zhao Wuxing's successor was powerless, and he was already at the end of his crossbow, and smiled proudly, "Just rely on you, you still want to kill me? Wait another hundred years!"

With that, he straightened up, climbed along the barrel of the gun to Zhao Wuxing's neck, stretched out Bai Sensen's two phalanges, and plunged them into Zhao Wuxing's neck.

As Zhao Wuxing's carotid artery beats, streams of blood flowed into his body along Feng Jucong's fingers, and his right hand, which was originally only white bones, gradually grew flesh and blood.

Zhao Wuxing's eyes quickly dimmed, and it didn't take long for him to turn into a dry corpse like Zhao Wuxing.

"Y-you-"

Seeing the two brothers die in front of him one after another, Zhao Wuxian was holding the long sword, his legs trembling, and his mind went blank.

Zhong Lidao came behind Zhao Wuxian, raised his foot and kicked it, and Zhao Wuxian rolled to Feng Kucong's feet like a gourd rolling on the ground.

"Eat, only when you are full will you have the strength to continue playing with me. Zhong Lidao said to Feng Kucong with a smile.

After a moment's hesitation, Feng Kucong bent down and bit down on Zhao Wuxing's neck, and as he gulped down Zhao Wuxuan's blood, the transparent hole in his chest that had been pierced by the spear began to heal.

"That's right, a good boy should be obedient. ”

Zhong Lidao looked at Feng Jucong's eyes, as if he was looking at a pet he had raised.

After Feng Kucong had sucked Zhao Wuxian dry, he turned his face to Li Cheng's position again, as if to hint at Zhong Lidao's something.

"What a greedy child. ”

Zhong Lidao chuckled, walked slowly behind Li Cheng, and just raised his legs, but before he could get out of his feet, he suddenly frowned.

"This person doesn't seem to be convenient for you to eat. ”

Zhong Lidao said, suddenly covering his forehead, gradually showing a painful look, as if something was interfering with his thoughts.

"Why not?"

"What does this person have to do with me, why can't he eat it?"

"Who is Makoto Li?"

"Who is Qing'er?"

"Li Quan, Zhang Songwen, Wei Guya-"

"Who are they?"

Zhong Lidao groaned in pain, his face becoming more and more distorted.

Feng Jucong seemed to sense that something strange was happening to Zhong Lidao, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The black shadow flashed, and he had already swept behind Zhong Lidao!