Listening to the human words he spit out, Sanjing felt uncomfortable, and his ugly face made Sanjing shudder unconsciously, he knew very well that this was the last blood division of this tribe, and the head exposed on his outstretched tongue was obviously the head of the human race, and the bones of the dead human beings could not be both, and the ashes of their dead in battle should be returned to the land of the human race, rather than being imprisoned by foreign races and unable to return.

Obviously, this aroused Sanjing's desire to try a battle, he knew that the gap between him and this foreign bloodline was huge, and he had just opened his soul and entered the cultivation path, this was just the beginning, but the opportunities and mysteries that existed in him were not developed, but he had to go to a battle, this battle to prove his determination, but also to obtain this supreme opportunity, he rolled his eyes, and the sect master would not care about his own life or death, only let it go.

The flames in the sky were completely extinguished, the heavens and the earth fell into darkness, only those few fires struggled in the night, the old man of the Terran just now was afraid that he had been devoured by him, this hideous face revealed his desire for the blood of the Terran, he licked his tongue, and the huge head threw out a line of blood.

Sanjing didn't care about thinking, raised his hand to pat the Qinglian Sword behind him, the Qinglian Sword was drunk from heaven and earth, the sword smiled, and the ghost retreated. At this time, the first breath that did not belong to this heaven and earth appeared in the Water Wasteland Realm, this was the fierceness held by the Qinglian Sword itself, it was not mixed with any bloodline killing, it had that pure killing intent, the wind of heaven and earth rose, making the blood division in the distance feel a little chill, he seemed to remember a little memory of the past, as if it was worn out by time.

The blood in his head was churning at this time, his body was severely degraded and needed fresh human blood to support it, and the blood around him formed a blood web when his tongue swayed.

"It's still here!" Sanjing's eyes were closed, he opened suddenly, and a sword sound suddenly burst out in his mind, and he thought silently in his heart, "Out of the sword", he started with the simplest sword, "Master, you haven't taught me any swordsmanship, let me understand it myself, the Qinglian Sword you gave me is to let me realize that sword intent." He had in his mind, that sad night, that irregular sword shadow.

"I don't understand!!" Sanjing detached himself from his thoughts, as if messing up the sword path, he saw the blood net in front of him, rushed directly to a point, and repeatedly took out the sword.

He didn't have any resentment in his heart, he just didn't understand why the master did this. "Since I don't have any sword path, I myself am the tip of the sword, and my hands are the tail of the sword. ”

In the distance, the young man narrowed his eyes, sensing the difference in the tribe, he turned his back to a big mountain in the distance, and a strong desolate aura appeared behind him, it was a desolate powerhouse coming, and muttered: "Boy, you'd better hurry!"

The young man raised his head, stretched out his palm, and shook it forward, and his figure disappeared into the night, and the silence of the night returned, and the desolation also stopped at this time.

Sanjing has also reached a limit, I can't say whether he has sword intent or not, the sword in his hand has a desire to kill, this is the desire that Sanjing hides in the deepest part of his heart.

"People have six desires, can they be broken and then born. This is what seekers often say, that countless beings between heaven and earth, from birth to death, are almost haunted by the six desires, and they wander among them, so they have selfish desires, and they have killing.

"Longing?" Sanjing's heart was the most direct expression, wealth and danger were sought, he lifted the Qinglian Sword again, slashed directly at that point, and cut a crack horizontally, but instead he took a few steps back and said, "He's very strong!!"

"Now the remnants of the bloodline in the tribe are not too strong a threat, but the desolation he left behind is still full of impact, and I must get this inheritance. ”

Immediately afterwards, Sanjing swept the earth, his eyes paused, "I think he should be afraid of the flames of the human race!" Sanjing didn't hesitate, jumped up directly, swept out with the Qinglian sword in his hand, picked it up at will, and provoked the fire, although it was only a flash of ignition, Sanjing kicked out the wine jug, "Good wine is wasted!", he thought that his heart was extremely painful.

He immediately opened the spout with the tip of his sword, and the liquor that spewed out instantly burned along the flames, covering the blood division in the distance. A sigh faintly came from the air, "Stinky boy, my good wine, this is a thousand-year-old dragon head pure wine!"

Sanjing immediately sneezed, and the fire rushed directly to the sky, forming a flame faucet, as if devouring the entire tribe, Sanjing did not forget to drink a sip of spirits, and silently admired in his heart, but he knew that the young man in the distance felt pain in his heart, and he regretted giving him this wine, Sanjing held the Qinglian Sword and provoked the flame faucet, and roared in the dark night and rushed towards the blood division, and the blood division showed a ridiculous face, "You are too weak! Although I am seriously injured, you can not overcome." ”

His blood-colored fangs protruded from the flesh, the human head on his tongue shattered into powder, and a human soul floated out, their eyes were hollow, blinded by blood, and roared in the flames that rushed into the sky, Sanjing turned around and withdrew the tip of his sword, his face showing mockery.

"That's all you have?"

"Oh??, you stinky little hairy kid dare to question me?"

"That Jiuli asked you to come, right?" Sanjing's face was calm, and he said, "Jiuli, I don't know!"

"You don't know the sect master of the Dao Sect?" The tone of the blood division was obviously a little mocking, and Sanjing realized that the sect master, the young man in the distance was originally called Jiuli, and Sanjing said coldly: "I don't know!"

"Hahaha!" "Blood Division sneered in front of Sanjing, "You are too tender, although you hide your breath, you can't hide my sensitivity to blood." ”

"If you don't want to say it, I won't force you!" "The great tribe of the blood and water famine has fallen so far, all thanks to your human race. Let you end my annihilation for me. ”

He opened his mouth and roared towards the sky, the heavens and the earth shook violently, and in the distance of the water waste, a masked human clan sat cross-legged, hearing this, his heart trembled, he showed his face, the eyeballs in his eyes had long disappeared, and the tears were dry, he stretched out his fingers and pinched it, and was suddenly bounced up by a blood vessel, "Although I can hear all directions, but who am I facing when I am out of this blood division?"

"Could it be...... Could it be Dao Sect Sect Master Jiu Li?" his face showed consternation, he couldn't imagine that the Dao Sect Sect Master would run away to the water famine alone, could it be that he and this Blood Division tribe had what he needed?