The Blood Demon Knife can become the signboard of the Blood God Sect, and even after the annihilation of the Blood God Sect for hundreds of years, it still makes the old rivers and lakes smell the wind and change their complexion, so they naturally have the strength to deserve this reputation.

Back then, the masters of the Blood God Sect were armed with the Blood Sacrifice Demon Knife, but they were able to confront the elites on both sides of the Great Xia Dynasty and the Mobei Royal Court, and those hundred battle heroes led by the True Sect Master, and even the True Grandmaster who died under the Blood Sacrifice Demon Knife was not a few.

The reason why the Blood Demon Knife didn't perform well just now was that it was held back by its master.

In order for the Blood Demon Knife to exert its full power, the owner needs to be an evil master who cultivates the exercises of the Blood God Sect. If not, at least someone who trusts the sword spirit wholeheartedly and is willing to cooperate with the sword spirit unconditionally.

But this middle-aged man didn't believe in the sword spirit at all, on the contrary, he had been on guard against the sword spirit, and had been using his willpower to fight against the sword spirit - he was afraid of being controlled by the sword spirit, and felt that being controlled was being devoured, or death.

Even though he knew that he had come to take revenge this time, there was not much hope of survival, but after being invincible with the magic knife in his hand, he couldn't help but have a feeling of "I can win".

With such a feeling, of course, he was even more reluctant to die.

So all along, there has been internal friction between him and the magic sword spirit.

But now it's different!

Foiled by Pan Long's punch, the middle-aged man couldn't help but curse, completely angering the sword spirit. The sword spirit went berserk, and immediately broke through his little willpower, directly controlling him in turn.

Now, his whole being turned into an extension of the magic knife. Man and the knife were finally able to cooperate seamlessly and fully exert the power of the magic knife.

With the changes on the inside, the changes on the outside are even more striking.

He first stiffened, lowered his head, and the breath of the whole person dissipated suddenly, as if he had died standing like that. Everyone was amazed when they saw his body tremble slightly, and a scarlet blood mist emanated from him.

This bloody mist is pungent and pungent, and people want to vomit. Everywhere he went, not only was the air scarlet, but the bricks and stones on the ground were oozing blood dripping from each other, and in just a breath or two, the surroundings turned into a pool of blood, which made people shudder.

And this pool of blood is still spreading, getting bigger and bigger. The smell of blood in the air also continued to spread into the distance, getting heavier and heavier, making people almost breathless.

The innate masters in the main hall changed color one after another, and one by one they ran the exercises, and the vitality of heaven and earth rolled in, surrounding them, and according to each person's exercises, they turned into mist and light of different colors, blocking the suspicious smell of blood.

Those who have not yet stepped into the innate spectators are in trouble, those who are strong in martial arts and have a strong will are fine, and some who are not strong in their will suddenly feel murderous in their hearts after smelling the smell of blood, and they are full of resentful anger. It's not pleasing to the eye, and I can't wait to pull it out and kill everyone around me.

Some of them even drew their knives with a real roar.

Seeing that there was chaos outside, and the blood mist was still spreading, Pan Long was also taken aback.

He didn't expect that this middle-aged man who seemed to have mediocre skills would have such a means.

He couldn't help but wonder a little - this person has such a ability, if he came to seek revenge from Old Man Liu in private earlier, who would be able to stop him?

Could it be that in this person's opinion, it is necessary to kill Old Man Liu in front of the whole rivers and lakes in order to take revenge?

Looking at this person's previous style, he didn't look like such a particular person......

He had a hundred and a thousand questions in his mind, but he knew that now was not the time to ask questions and think.

Pan Long concentrated his strength and tried his best to compress the massive amount of vitality that far exceeded the innate limit. The circle of golden light on his right hand became more and more dazzling.

The middle-aged man who was controlled by the magic knife slowly raised his head, his eyes were no longer visible, and the whites of his eyes were only scarlet.

But in this scarlet, you can clearly feel his emotions.

It was pure killing intent without a trace of distraction!

Kill!

Pan Long frowned, this middle-aged man now gave him the same feeling as just now.

Whether it is the pressure emanating from his body, or the pure and brutal killing intent in his eyes, he reveals a clear "inhuman" feeling. It's a weird feeling that makes people feel uncomfortable physiologically, and even if you look at it for a long time, you may vomit directly.

In an instant, he already understood that what was in front of him was anything but extraordinary, even ...... Maybe it's not even a "living being".

"You...... What is it?" Juniper, an old Taoist who also saw this scene, couldn't help but ask, "Which way is the demon! In broad daylight, he dares to come out and make trouble, hurry up and get out of the possessed person!"

This old Taoist has experienced far more things than Pan Long, such as the situation in front of him, he has seen similar things before.

At that time, a demon possessed the farmer and went on a killing spree in the village, killing the entire village, and only a few passing merchants were able to escape. When they arrived, they saw that the village was in shambles, and the farmer dragged all the corpses to a room, where they were still biting and devouring them.

It was one of the most dangerous battles of his life, and most of the nine masters who went with him died in battle, and in the end, he finally succeeded in cutting off its limbs by dragging the demon into the sun, weakening it with the power of sunlight, and then using the method to nail it, and then ignite it to burn, completely extinguishing it.

Afterwards, the imperial court held a series of ceremonies in that village for more than a month before the grievances were dispelled. But until now, no one dared to live in that deserted village. Only one rat elf accepted the court's request to send his descendants to live in the area for a hundred years, continuing to dispel resentment that might regather—the reward being the output of nearby fields.

The demon in front of him was able to make waves in the noon sun, and his strength was stronger than the original demon. Lao Dao looked at the cold and brutal gaze, only to feel that his heart was cold, his hands and feet were numb, if it wasn't for his profound cultivation, he might even stutter when he spoke.

The magic knife ignored Lao Dao and stared at Pan Long tightly.

It is less complex and more sophisticated and intelligent, and has more of pure instinct. Instinct tells it that as long as it kills the enemy in front of it, it will be invincible, and no one can help it.

Although there is an aura of extreme fear hidden in the person in front of him, just like a snake restraining a frog and a tiger and a leopard restraining a rabbit, its brutal nature has been fully stimulated, and even in the face of natural enemies, it dares to let go of a fight.

The rabbit will kick the eagle when he is in a hurry!

Pan Long looked at those scarlet eyes, took a deep breath, eliminated all the chaotic thoughts, gathered his mind and strength, and made progress.

Concentrate and be calm, and there is no distraction.

With this punch, the majestic Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi exploded violently, as if a big fireball exploded like this, and the blazing golden light poured out endlessly.

But in the center of this outbreak, Pan Long's body was steady and unmoving.

Instead of hurting him, the burst of power was absorbed by him, concentrating the light and heat that should have been pouring in all directions, and roaring straight ahead.

People get their place, their strength is appropriate, God has their clock, and their minds are their know-how, so they can get their ingenuity, and the landslide and the ground crack without seeing its harm, but can use the power of heaven and earth for their own use, carry the four times, blow the six qi, pass through the eight wildernesses without hindrance, sort out all things without stagnation, without deliberate action, and do nothing.

This so-called, do what you want.