A fine metallic trill suddenly appeared, like a frenzied rhythm.

Nine Dragons and Thousand Machines have been lurking under the desert since they didn't know when, and at this time they turned into madmen under the sand and rushed towards the dumb man.

The metal trill, like a dragon's groan, did not hide its whereabouts at all, dumb for a moment, pale with fright at the sudden sound, and flashed to the side in horror.

At the moment when the dumb man flashed away, the broad sword behind his back suddenly fell, and it was half a minute slower, missing his neck, and a handful of hair fell.

The dumb man's heart thrust suddenly, and he actually stopped, and his face had become bruised.

At this moment, nine rays of silver light suddenly rushed out from under the sand, biting towards the executioner like a mad poisonous snake.

A trace of horror flashed in the eyes of the executioner, and he immediately swung his sword to block, but unfortunately only blocked one, and the other eight metal dragons made a slight turnaround and succeeded.

Nine dragons and thousands of machines are changing, echoing each other, forming a mysterious cage in the space, trapping the executioner, Feng Budu Xiu's robe in the demon finger pressed suddenly, and all rushed up, wrapping the executioner's hands, feet and neck, and constantly shrinking.

The nine metal dragons seem to have great power, lifelike, and agile like real dragons.

The executioner struggled for a few moments, and then calmed down, because he found that although these metal dragons were extremely ingenious, the caster was obviously not at a high level, and he could not fully use the magic of the metal dragons, and this metal dragon only trapped him, and could not hurt him in the slightest.

"It turns out that there is a warlock nearby!" a faint sneer appeared at the corner of the executioner's mouth, and his body shook violently, and his skin emitted a powerful glow, instantly shaking the nine metal dragons off his body.

Feng Budu frowned, this executive soldier is in the Baihui realm, and his body has already been quenched into fine steel, and he is naturally helpless with his cultivation in the Concentration Realm alone.

But he didn't intend to defeat the executor with the Nine Dragons Thousand Machines, and even if he tried his best, he might not be able to defeat the other party, which he knew very well.

He just wanted to buy a little time for the mute, but the reality was disappointing, because the mute hadn't come back to his senses since the beginning.

Feng Budu was a little disappointed, if it was him, he would have escaped for a long time!

The sword of the god of sacrifice had appeared in his hand, but the hilt of the sword had been tightly wrapped in brown linen, revealing only the blade, emitting a cold glow in the wind.

"You're not his opponent at all!" Mei Youruo stared at the glow of the Sheshen Sword, but there was anxiety in her eyes.

"How do you know if you don't try?" Feng Budu's eyes flashed with a faint streamer, as if he was already analyzing the combat power of the executioner.

The executioner grabbed a metal dragon in his hand, and the metal dragon was still intact under the strength of Qianjun, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised, this was obviously not an ordinary inscription weapon, and then thinking of its owner's strength, he suddenly had the idea of taking it for himself.

"Buzz!"

The metal dragon struggled, but could not escape.

A cold light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the executioner, as if he understood something, he seemed to ignore someone.

"Is that the guy next to Master Mei?" his arm trembled slightly, as if he had thought of something terrible.

At this time, he couldn't care about killing the dumb man, and his eyes were about to fall on Feng Budu.

However, just as he was about to make a move against Feng Budu, he saw a black shadow come in an instant, and a palm wearing a black leather case slammed down on his chest, the strength of the palm was not complicated, but it was soft.

"It's you!" the executioner's pupils shrank sharply, and he raised his sword and slashed out.

Before the sword could be completely shot, a strange soft energy entered the body, like a river like a sea, towards his limbs, and the Xuan Qi was actually contained where he passed, and soon the power in the entire body was exhausted, and he fell softly.

The executioner raised his head weakly, his eyes were full of incredulity, and then he only felt a sharp pain in his palm, and when he looked down, a silver light swept out of his palm, and a layer of skin was pulled off, revealing blurred flesh and blood.

"Mei-sama, you ...... it"

Mei Youruo's chest rose and fell violently, and he looked at the executioner with a look of disappointment, and did not kill him, and then a decisive look appeared in his eyes, turning into a black shadow again, and disappearing with this dumb mute.

Feng Budu's mouth moved, and he looked at Mei Youruo and the mute who disappeared with a stunned expression.

"Kill the order!

The executioner shouted, and before the sound fell, more than ten purple Xuan Qi rushed into the sky and chased in a certain direction.

"This idiot!" Feng Budu scolded fiercely.

Mei Youruo is in the realm of fake qi is good, but because of his talent, he basically doesn't practice any decent martial arts, and he definitely can't deal with more than a dozen Baihui realm monks at the same time, and the other party is also the most terrifying executioner in the Dragon Guard.

"Damn!" Feng Budu was about to take off into the air, but he paused.

Because he found ......

A gloomy and strange blood light flashed in the sky, but it appeared in front of the more than ten executioners in an instant.

The blood light was extremely thick, emitting a pungent fishy smell, which could be felt very clearly even if the wind did not cross. Feng Budu actually retreated, his instincts telling him that the ball of blood was an extremely terrifying existence.

All Executors have the same instinct as Feng Budu, but in a matter of moments, they will determine Bloodlight as an enemy.

"Kill!"

All the executioners' movements were uniform, as if a person was rising at the same time, and the swords that had been killed on the battlefield slashed down towards the bloody light.

The blood light did not dodge at all, allowing more than ten sharp swords to come to him, just when the sword was about to touch it, a strange fluctuation suddenly came out of the blood light, only to see a dazzling blood light burst out of it, a crisp sound came out, more than ten sharp swords were instantly broken, and a group of executors were also shocked back a few feet.

The executioner's eyes were shocked and fearful, and he shouted, "Who are you?"

The blood light was suspended in the void, and he was silent for a moment, and said, "I am the executor of the Blood Sword Sect, Blood Dragon!"

The voice is hoarse, hollow, and unrecognizable.

The executioners looked at each other, threw away their broken weapons, and took out new greatswords.

"It's worthy of the Dragon Guard, and the quality of the battle is good!" the blood dragon exclaimed.

"It's a pity ......"

The bright light in the blood light was stimulated again, covering hundreds of zhang around in an instant, the blood color was as smooth as a mirror, the wind did not cross the ground and looked up, even the starry sky was dyed blood, and when his gaze returned to the blood light, large and small objects fell from the sky, and none of the executioners of the Dragon Guard survived.

With just one move, the blood dragon wiped out all the executioners without the slightest hesitation.

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The giant sword in Tamler's hand forced the leader of the Blood Knife Gate to retreat, and the blood shield in the hand of the leader of the Blood Knife Gate appeared like a spider silk, and Tamler's strength was stronger than the other, which was the most basic martial art of the Long Wei Army - the Seventy-two Mountains.

This kind of martial art is listed as the most basic martial art by the Dragon Guard, almost every Dragon Guard will practice, mainly to exercise the strength of the soldiers, but this trick has a magic in that if it is used continuously, the power will be multiplied until it is superimposed to the limit of the user's body, it is said that in the ancient battlefield, someone superimposed up to seventy-two layers, and smashed the enemy's divine soldiers to pieces with one punch.

And Tamler had already used the ninth layer, and a sword slashed at the blood shield of the leader of the Blood Knife Gate, making a piercing cracking sound, and an unprecedented crack appeared.

The crack appeared, revealing an angry eye.

The leader of the Blood Knife Sect continued to let out a frantic roar, and wanted to escape several times, but in the hands of a Venerable who was one realm higher than himself, where was there a chance?

Still like a primordial tiger, Tamler stared at the leader with a contemptuous look through the cracks of the blood shield, took a deep breath, and raised the broadsword in his hand again, it turned out to be the tenth layer of the "Seventy-two Mountains".

The chief's fear could no longer be concealed, and he let out a cry of surprise.

A sword fell, the blood shield shattered, and he finally had nowhere to escape, sinking deep into the yellow sand, ragged. Every bone in his body was sore, every muscle was torn, and he was no longer able to resist, only those eyes were still full of unwillingness.

Tamler looked at him, the greatsword raised again, and a tiger-like roar erupted from his body, like an angry wave crashing against a rock, tumbling in layers.

"I judge you on behalf of the supreme power of the Dragon Guard!"

The giant sword was about to fall, but his body was suddenly stunned, and he turned his head suspiciously, and when he saw the starry sky turn bloody, his eyes were full of horror.

"She's coming!" the leader of the Blood Knife Gate smiled, revealing his blood-stained teeth, but hope suddenly rose in his eyes, as if he had grasped the last straw.

Tamler's eyes immediately flickered, and the remnants of the executioners fell from the sky.

Turning around, his eyes were filled with a strong killing aura, and the purple-red Shura Qi suddenly burst out from his body, and he let out a loud shout, swinging his sword towards the leader of the Blood Sword Gate.

Through the purple-red Xuan Qi, he seemed to see a different kind of blood light flashing.

"Accept the judgment!" Eleven layers of superimposed power are already terrifying strength, even a demonic beast of the same level can't withstand his sword.

However, a sword slashed, but after a moment of advancement, a huge rebound force was transmitted along the hilt of the sword to his hand, and the huge force was all reversed, and the muscles on his arm instantly shattered, and blood gushed out from the crack.

The blood-red Xuan Qi faded, and a ball of blood light appeared in front of him, leaving a slippery mark of several feet on the yellow sand, and a slender arm poked out of the blood light, carrying the collar behind the neck of the leader of the Blood Knife Sect. In the other hand, he held a slender long blood knife.

"You're not bad!" the hoarse, hollow voice sounded again in the blood light.

The wind slowly stopped, and the stars in the sky gradually dimmed.

Dawn is coming, the last darkness before dawn.

"Bloody Knife Sect Executioner, I've been looking for you for a long time!" Tamler's Xuan Qi continued to pour towards the crack in his arm, and soon stopped the blood.

The long blood knife in the blood dragon's hand waved it and said, "It's a pity that you are not my opponent!"

The voice is calm, but it is an undeniable confidence.

Tamler snorted, "It's a pity you forgot that I was the Dragon Guard!"

The sword is back!

The leader of the Blood Knife Gate was thrown into the distance, and the blood flashed!

Sword after sword struck together, and the powerful and incomparable sword qi and sword qi crisscrossed the four fields, raising the yellow sand in the desert and condensing it in the void.

Tamler's eyes were low, and a roar erupted from his throat, which turned out to be twelve layers of strength.

The yellow sand that had been frozen suddenly turned into powder, and once again turned into a galloping and howling wind that enveloped the two of them.

The sonorous sound of swords in the wild sand was as fast as thunder, and a fierce light of purple and blood red pierced from it.