"Oh, I'm so scared! Where are they? Let them kill me! Let them kill me! Let me tell you, they are all lying at the bottom of the cliff, their bodies are in two places, there are blood stains everywhere, and there are missing arms and legs, what a beautiful picture! Hahaha......" Qiu Wancheng laughed. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Hearing this, Duan Zi was in a hurry, the other party was five or six hundred, and he only had one person to face, but he was not afraid in his heart, because he had a blood-drinking sword in his hand, and its unsheath was like a quick knife cutting through the mess, and it could be swept clean at once!

"There are a lot of you, it's useless, look at what this is! It will make you cry and wail and die a miserable death!" Duan Zixiong shook the blood-drinking sword in his hand and said triumphantly.

At this time, Zhuo Yifan stood up, he looked at the Blood Drinking Sword carefully, and his heart was very excited, he wanted to hold it in his hand now, and he would not part for a moment.

"Duan Zixiong, I can warn you, don't use the blood-drinking sword indiscriminately, it uses spirituality and evil nature, it won't listen to you, be careful of being bitten by it!" Zhuo Yifan said.

"Zhuo Yifan, don't scare me, bite me, why don't you say that you still eat me? Now that the blood-drinking sword is in my hand, I'll clean it up with you in a while, and see who this blood-drinking sword is listening to!" Duan Zixiong said disdainfully.

Slowly, Duan Zixiong raised the blood-drinking sword horizontally in front of his eyes, gently touched the hilt, and suddenly the hilt of the sword rose with the help of the sunlight, and the dazzling glare of darts flying wildly.

Qiu Wancheng and Zhuo Yifan, as well as the disciples of the Flying Dragon Sect, began to feel dizzy, a little shaky, and their eyes were even more painful.

"Cover your eyes, lest you be blinded!" Qiu Wancheng shouted.

Looking at the embarrassed appearance of the people in the Flying Dragon Gate, Duan Zixiong's expression became even more rampant, he thought that he just shook the blood-drinking sword, and did not draw the sword, they were just like this bear, if they pulled out the sword, would they still have room to fight back?

Just when he was triumphant, Qiu Wancheng's eyes froze, and he took a deep breath inside, suddenly like a cunning rabbit out of the cage, his seemingly messy footsteps were like a phantom, and he immediately came to Duan Zixiong, and reached out to snatch the blood-drinking sword.

Duan Zixiong was suddenly startled, quickly jumped up, and hid backwards.

"Lingfeng Phantom is really powerful!" Duan Zixiong, who landed on the ground, praised.

What Qiu Wancheng used just now was his unique stunt Lingfeng Phantom, which was as fast as an arrow and as light as a goose feather.

It's just that Duan Zixiong's martial arts are not low, so he dodged it, and if he slowed down a beat, the blood-drinking sword in his hand was about to be taken away by Qiu Wancheng.

Duan Zixiong, who was dodging, of course knew how Qiu Wancheng's martial arts were, and he expected that his Western Harrier Cold Ice Palm should be half a catty and eight taels with him, but because he had just obtained the internal force of his father Duan Yifeng, it was difficult to use it flexibly and freely, and it was difficult to effectively exert his power.

And the amazing performance of the Blood Drinking Sword just now had already made his eyes shine, and he really wanted to know how powerful the Blood Drinking Sword was, and it was best to give full play to it all at once to open his eyes.

So he tried to pull the blood-drinking sword out of its scabbard, but he only pulled it out for a while, but he didn't pull it out, and his face was full of consternation.

Seeing this, Qiu Wancheng couldn't stop laughing, and said: "Little thief, you can't even pull out the blood-drinking sword, it's better to hand over the blood-drinking sword to me, I'm more suitable to use it, give it to me, as soon as I'm happy, I'll save you from death!"

Duan Zixiong didn't pay attention to Qiu Wancheng's ridicule, but began to use his strength to boost his qi, and used his internal force to pull out the blood sword.

As the light blue Xuan Qi did not urge the hilt of the Blood-Drinking Sword, Duan Zixiong tried to pull out the Blood-Drinking Sword again.

After a while, with a stabbing sound, the bright blood-drinking sword was finally unsheathed.

Looking at the cold sword body, there were some dragon patterns on it, Duan Zixiong was a little stunned, he carefully looked at the blood-drinking sword, as if he was watching where the blood-sucking dragon came out of the sword body.

Looking at the dazzling blood-drinking sword, Qiu Wancheng, who was still empty-eyed just now, hesitated a little, he began to be a little scared in his heart, the power of that sword, he had seen it once, although he had not seen any blood-sucking Nine Dragons, but he had already defeated Situ Hongyu, the leader of the Righteous Qi Alliance, and Nangong Qingtian, the leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

If it is really as Zhuo Yifan said, if the blood dragon comes out of it again, how powerful it should be, then how he should resist it, he doesn't know!

And the disciples of the Flying Dragon Sect were even more frightened at this time, they looked at the bright sword body, as if they had seen a devil, not only trembled. They didn't dare to come out, staring at the blood-drinking sword, as if waiting for the blood-sucking dragon to come out.

Zhuo Yifan had no bottom in his heart at this time, although his internal strength was constantly improving, and the Mu family's swordsmanship was becoming more and more proficient, but in front of the blood-drinking sword full of spirituality and evil, he was still a little stunned.

Duan Zixiong looked at the blood-drinking sword for a while, then jumped up and threw himself towards Qiu Wancheng.

Such a good sword is in front of him, how could Qiu Wancheng miss such a good opportunity to seize the sword, he also waved his big sword and greeted Duan Zixiong.

Duan Zixiong swung the blood-drinking sword towards Qiu Wancheng, and a golden light flashed, directly slashing towards Qiu Wancheng's body, Qiu Wancheng hurriedly dodged, but fortunately, Ling Feng's phantom was fast enough, so he was not slashed by the sword qi, and only slashed through the big stone where he was standing on the soles of his feet.

Suddenly, the big stone was smashed, accompanied by a rumbling sound, and the sound was endless.

Dodging this sword qi, Qiu Wancheng was scared enough, it can be imagined that if he slashed his body, it would definitely be flesh and blood blurred into flesh and mud.

And Duan Zixiong was even more surprised by the power of the blood-drinking sword, he didn't expect this kind of sword to have its own sword qi without internal force, the key is that the sword qi is extremely sharp, not weaker than its blade.

A look of joy suddenly appeared on Duan Zixiong's face, and he kept trying the blade with his hand, but found that he couldn't use force at all, otherwise he would be punctured.

"What's the matter, it's amazing! You killed so many disciples of my Harrier Fall Sect, I want you to pay for it with blood!" With that, Duan Zixiong jumped up and flew towards the disciples of the Flying Dragon Gate.

In mid-air, he swung his blood-drinking sword and swung it at them.

Immediately, a strong and dazzling sword light began to shine in mid-air, and a rumbling sound was heard, and for a while, a phenomenon like lightning and thunder appeared above the heads of the disciples of the Flying Dragon Sect.

Looking at the approaching sword qi, everyone panicked and began to run around, before they could run far, there was sword qi passing through some people, and in an instant a miserable scream sounded, followed by a blur of flesh and blood flying, and flesh and blood were constantly thrown out and fell under people's feet, as if it was raining blood and red flesh.

The people's faces were covered with flesh and blood, and even broken arms and legs kept falling on them.

The thick smell of blood filled the sky, burrowing into the nostrils was disgusting, and as they gathered more and more, everyone felt that they were constantly spinning in front of them, almost breathless, and only the smell of flesh and blood wrapped tightly around them.