He shook his head and began to rummage through the corners of the old mansion for blood-drinking swords. Because www.biquge.info it was late at night, although the door was open and some light came in, it was still difficult to see everything clearly, and only a general outline could be seen, so it was very difficult to find.

Zhuo Yifan could only tentatively touch it with his hands, and he could still touch the texture of the blood-drinking sword.

Rummaging through the left corner, he couldn't find anything that might resemble a blood-drinking sword, so he looked for the opposite right corner.

He slowed down the range and amplitude of his reach, trying to make what he had in his hand as clear as possible without missing it.

Suddenly, he touched something slippery, like a scabbard, and he was so happy that he didn't expect to find the blood-drinking sword so quickly.

He quickly picked it up with both hands, but with great effort, he couldn't move it.

At this time, he was even happier, because he knew that the Blood Drinking Sword was a heavy sword, so naturally he would not pick it up so easily. It's just that he was a little puzzled, when the sword was successfully forged, he also picked up the blood-drinking sword, and although it was very heavy in his hand, it was not as heavy as it is now.

As he touched his hands, he found that the feeling was getting more and more wrong, although the blood-drinking sword was also very smooth to the touch, it was not as smooth as the current one.

At this moment, he felt that in the smoothness of his hands, there was a feeling of flesh.

His hands kept moving forward, and the further he went, the more frightened he felt, for he noticed that the sword in his hand was getting thicker and thicker, and the fleshy feeling was getting heavier and heavier.

It's just that in the dark night, it's hard for him to see what exactly is in his hand, anyway, it doesn't feel like a blood-drinking sword.

In an instant he let go of his hand, for he realized what was in his hand, and he guessed that it might be a huge python, which he didn't realize at first, but because he had touched the python's tail.

Zhuo Yifan hurriedly retreated, such a big python can suck a person into his mouth with one mouth, and then swallow it alive.

He kept backing away, and saw two small lanterns flickering in the corner of the wall on the right.

It's the eyes of a python!

It was his first feeling, and then he kept backing away.

However, the two small lanterns, which were constantly flickering, followed him closely. Zhuo Yifan confirmed at this time that it was indeed a huge python.

The python kept approaching, and suddenly a gust of wind blew, and Zhuo Yifan only felt that his clothes were picked up by the wind in the nameless direction.

Immediately after, he felt his body tighten, and an extra thick and heavy cloth bag was added to his legs, wrapping it tightly.

It's not good, the python wrapped itself in, and he knew that he had to use all his strength to break free, because such a big python, if he wrapped himself, would not be long before he suffocated himself.

He waved his Prajna Zen palm, and smashed it towards the python's body.

"Puff puff ......"

The sound of Zhuo Yifan pounding the python's body kept sounding, but the python's fleshy body lowered the sound to the lowest point and didn't make much noise.

Zhuo Yifan's internal strength has improved a lot at this time, and it can be imagined that the Zen palm hitting the python still hurts it very much, but it can't kill it.

The python twitched vigorously, and Zhuo Yifan felt that its tail was constantly sweeping towards his back, like a whip hitting his body, which was very painful.

Zhuo Yifan hurriedly turned his body sideways, if he didn't dodge, it wouldn't be long before he would be beaten by the python and drenched in blood, which was not what he wanted.

The python found that he had pounced, quickly turned around, and swept towards Zhuo Yifan. Soon Zhuo Yifan was swept up by the python again, and it was getting tighter and tighter.

He kept slapping the python's body with his Prajna Zen palm, but because it was too thick and heavy, the effect of the slapping was limited, but it became tighter and tighter.

Zhuo Yifan was so scared that even his most powerful Prajna Zen palm could not shake the python, and if this situation continued, it would be difficult for him to break free, and it would not take long for him to suffocate to death.

"No, I can't just be swept up by it, I want to find the blood-drinking sword, I want revenge!" Zhuo Yifan kept cheering himself up in his heart, and his survival instinct made him rack his brains to break free from the python.

As the python continued to turn over, Zhuo Yifan was rolled over by it on the ground, and when he rolled to the bottom, in a panic, his hands kept touching things on the ground.

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his hand, and a sharp thing pierced his hand, and he didn't care about the pain, so he picked up the thing and stabbed it at the python.

In an instant, he felt a stream of heat spray on his body, which was the blood of a python.

The python rolled more violently in pain, and Zhuo Yifan kept rolling his eyes, but the desire to survive made him keep piercing the python.

The python kept tumbling, and even made a chirping sound in its mouth, like a mouse. In order to survive, Zhuo Yifan still kept stabbing at it, and the hot liquid kept flowing.

While the python was tumbling violently, its tail was also whipping Zhuo Yifan, and the strong whip made Zhuo Yifan feel unbearable pain for a while.

But his hand kept stopping, and he kept stabbing it, and the python might be in unbearable pain, so he rolled Zhuo Yifan and rolled away towards the door of the old mansion.

There is also a dilapidated yard outside the old house, which fences off the old house to cut off contact with the outside world. In this way, it makes it even more mysterious.

Rolling into the dilapidated yard, Zhuo Yifan still kept stabbing with his hands. Finally, the python couldn't hold it anymore, and its tightly wrapped body began to loosen, and then put aside Zhuo Yifan, jumped up, followed the wall, and ran away.

Zhuo Yifan, whose life was hanging by a thread just now, was panting heavily at this time, and his body was full of water, including sweat from the constant churning, and more blood from the python.

He sat in the courtyard, gasping for air, as if there was no air for him to breathe in the next moment.

It took him a moment to recover from his collapse, and he found that he was covered in blood, not to mention that the old mansion was everywhere.

"No, you have to cover up the blood, in case you can't find the blood-drinking sword tonight, the bloodwater in the old house tomorrow is likely to be discovered, and if you come back tomorrow night to find it, it will be inconvenient." Zhuo Yifan said secretly.

So he began to look around the courtyard to see if there was anything to cover the blood. After rummaging through it, he found a large pile of ash in the southeast corner of the courtyard, which had not been swept away by the wind and rain because it was under the eaves of the porch and covered with things.

Zhuo Yifan was overjoyed, and quickly took off one of the clothes on his body and used it to hold the dust. Then he kept caressing the ground in the yard with his hands, and covered it with dirt whenever it was wet.