For Zhuo Yifan, this monster is also the first time he has seen it, and it is not the old prisoner cow who can play the piano he has seen before. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Could it be the second child?

Zhuo Yifan guessed, he knew that it was a ruthless character, the so-called retribution, a grudge-holding master, vicious and abnormal.

The monster in the body of the dragon-headed jackal and leopard continued to rise, and the sword in front of it also changed its position as it danced. Suddenly, the monster flew towards the disciples of the Flying Dragon Sect, and together with the sword in front of its mouth, it continued to shoot out the light of sword qi towards everyone.

After the disciples of the Flying Dragon Gate were touched by the sword qi, large and small holes continued to appear on their bodies, and there was no blood, but the blood on their bodies burst out from the skull and kept pouring into the mouth of the monster.

For a while, the screams of the crowd were incessant, and soon dozens of people were killed, and the blood was sucked dry, leaving only the corpses with holes, like a sword piercing.

Seeing this, the other disciples ran around in even more panic, and Qiu Wancheng hid in the crowd and didn't care about his face.

Zhuo Yifan saw that this monster was so brutal, looking at its dragon head jackal body, and its extremely vicious eyes, the key was the breath in front of his mouth, holding a sword, these were even more determined, he thought that in front of him was the second eldest in the bloodsucking dragons.

Seeing the huge power of such a fierce beast, Duan Zixiong was stunned, he knew that the monster in front of him was not a prison cow, and the two still looked different.

However, seeing that it had killed so many disciples of the Flying Dragon Sect, a smug smile appeared on his frightened face.

"Kill them, kill them!" Duan Zixiong shouted.

The monster seemed to really understand his words, so it flew up again, and rushed towards the disciples of the Flying Dragon Sect, and the sword light in its mouth kept flying, shooting the people in front of him to suck blood, turning them into dried corpses.

After a while, more than half of the team of six hundred people in the Flying Dragon Gate were killed or wounded, and Qiu Wancheng was so frightened that he kept changing the big stone in order to avoid the shooting of the sword qi.

The monster was still roaring, the sound was monstrous, its eyes were getting bigger and bigger, more and more fierce, as if it had gone crazy, it was still chasing the disciples of the Flying Dragon Gate who were running around, and when it saw people, it shot them with sword light, and it greedily sucked the blood, becoming more and more spiritual.

Zhuo Yifan looked at its angry appearance and the sound of its roar, and identified that it was one of the nine voices heard in the mountain behind the Bodhi Temple, and the timbre was very special.

"Kill them, kill them!" Duan Zixiong shouted after the monster, his hands dancing excitedly, forgetting the fear he had just had.

And the monster seemed to really listen to him, and chased after the disciples of the Flying Dragon Sect, and after a while, more than a hundred people were killed by bloodsucking.

At this time, there were only one hundred and ten people left in the Flying Dragon Gate, and Qiu Wancheng began to be so anxious that he didn't know what to do.

Duan Zixiong still excitedly followed the monster, pointing his fingers and saying, "Quick, kill them! Kill them!"

Just when he thought that the monster would wipe out all the disciples of the Flying Dragon Sect, the monster suddenly turned around and glared at him.

Duan Zixiong, who was still excited, was still clapping his hands, but when he looked up, he saw the monster glaring at him viciously.

He fell silent for a moment, a look of fear on his face, and he smiled flatteringly, and kept backing away.

Looking at the monster's lantern-like eyes, which were very vicious, and the expression on his face was even more fierce, Duan Zixiong kept swallowing his saliva, and his steps moved back little by little, trying to keep a distance from the monster.

But the monster with the dragon head did not stop, it also moved forward with Duan Zixiong, looking at the distance was still not far away, Duan Zixiong was frightened, he knew that the monster in front of the sword was powerful, as long as it was stabbed by its divergent light, it would become a dry corpse, and the blood would be drunk by it.

Seeing the dragon-headed monster pressing towards Duan Zixiong, Qiu Wancheng, who had been scared all the time, smiled, he even forgot the danger of almost being killed just now, and actually slowly ran to the edge of the stone and shouted at the monster.

"Kill that villain in front of you, kill him, his blood will taste good!"

Hearing this, Duan Zixiong wanted to scold Qiu Wancheng, but he had to keep an eye on the behemoth in front of him, and if he wasn't careful, he would be killed by it.

Qiu Wancheng was still noisy behind him at this time, the sound was getting louder and louder, and he was less and less afraid, and his whole body even withdrew from the cover of the rock.

"Kill that turtle grandson! His blood is delicious! Kill him!" Qiu Wancheng tapped the rock with a large knife, extremely excited.

The sound of the big knife hitting the rock was very harsh, and the monster with the dragon head seemed to be enraged, it swept its tail suddenly, and a black breath began to hit the rock where Qiu Wancheng was hiding.

Seeing a large cloud of black qi coming, Qiu Wancheng was frightened, and he hurriedly used the Lingfeng Phantom to run around.

As soon as he left the rock, the rock was wrapped in black gas, and then it exploded with a "bang", and the gravel flew everywhere, shattering the disciples of the Flying Dragon Sect who had not had time to escape.

Seeing such a dangerous scene, Qiu Wancheng quickly shut up, no longer daring to shout loudly, he found another stone to hide, and secretly looked at the monster and Duan Zixiong.

And Duan Zixiong saw that Qiu Wancheng was stealing chickens and rice, and smiled disdainfully, just when he got carried away, he saw that the dragon-headed monster was staring at him, so he quickly restrained his smile, and his footsteps kept moving backwards.

"You...... Don't come here, I won't hurt you. Duan Zixiong was frightened, and kept waving the blood-drinking sword in his hand.

The dragon-headed monster's eyes stared viciously at the blood-drinking sword in his hand, and the expression he showed became more and more angry, which made Duan Zixiong's feet begin to soften.

Just when Duan Zixiong was disobedient, the dragon-headed monster flew towards him with a swish, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly threw away the blood-drinking sword, jumped up and fled.

The dragon-headed monster suddenly escaped into the blood-drinking sword, and everything returned to calm.

Seeing that there was no movement around, Qiu Wancheng hurriedly ran towards the Blood Drinking Sword with the Ling Feng Phantom, quickly took the Blood Drinking Sword in his hand, and laughed: "I got the Blood Drinking Sword, I got the Blood Drinking Sword!"

Then he hurriedly silenced it, carefully examining whether there was anything unusual in the blood-drinking sword, and after a long while, the blood-drinking sword was not abnormal, and he was at ease.

And the remaining disciples of the Flying Dragon Sect saw that the Blood Drinking Sword was already in the hands of the sect master, so they put away the panic just now, and hurriedly rushed towards Qiu Wancheng.

"Congratulations to the sect master, you have obtained the Blood Drinking Sword!" shouted the disciples, extremely excited.

Qiu Wancheng couldn't stop laughing, and suddenly he saw Zhuo Yifan in the distance, so he stopped smiling.

"Zhuo Gongzi, give you the blood sword, I will snatch it back for you!" Qiu Wancheng walked towards Zhuo Yifan.

Zhuo Yifan couldn't believe his ears and said, "Lord Qiumen, do you really want to return the blood-drinking sword to me?"