And while the ice cream sticks emitted extremely cold and cold air, they did not stop the rhythm of the attack, they kept approaching Zhuo Yifan's body, very close, very close, almost piercing into his body. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"The West Harrier's Cold Ice Palm is really very powerful, if you continue to be passive like this, you will definitely get frostbitten. Zhuo Yifan said secretly, but because his internal strength was still limited, he couldn't exert the power of the blood-drinking sword.

As the cold qi accumulated more and more, the sound of water freezing in the Blood Drinking Sword continued to come out, which surprised everyone around them. They knew it wasn't the sound of water frozen, but it sounded like it, and they couldn't really think of anything else.

"Boy, let's just tie it up, the blood-drinking sword is about to be frozen, why bother to struggle uselessly!" Duan Yifeng said with a smile.

Zhuo Yifan didn't answer his words, but did his best to raise the blood-drinking sword and keep swinging it to resist the attack of the ice cube stick.

It's just that he felt that the blood-drinking sword in his hand was like a thick and big ancient tree, too heavy. Soon, he couldn't move anymore and slowly leaned towards the ground.

And Duan Yifeng did not stop, but increased the intensity of the attack, the tip of the ice cream stick quickly touched Zhuo Yifan's arm, and the red blood flowed out in an instant, dripping down and falling to the ground.

Duan Yifeng laughed fiercely, he knew that victory was in sight, and the blood-drinking sword would be his own.

The blood on Zhuo Yifan's body was still flowing, splashing on the stone slab, and the smooth stone slab splashed blood droplets again, and one drop fell on the head of the blood-drinking sword.

The crimson blood rippled across the sword's body, and then turned into a red silk thread, sliding towards the hilt of the sword. The entire body of the sword immediately turned extremely red, as if it had just been inserted into a person's body and pulled out, and it was like a sword blank had been put into a furnace and burned red.

Zhuo Yifan felt the blood-drinking sword tremble in his hand, and made a dragon roaring sound.

Just as he was amazed, a dragon-like monster flew majestically out of the blood-drinking sword.

I saw that its head was like a dragon, its body was snake-shaped, its whole body was golden, it had two horns on its head, its open mouth was full of dense sharp teeth, its eyes were blood-red, and its four feet had five toes, and the toes were full of sharp barbs.

The dragon-shaped monster has a guqin under its feet, floating above people's heads, and melodious music comes out from time to time.

Hearing this, people fell into intoxication as if they had been hit by the sound of ecstasy. And the monster kept stroking the strings with his feet, very hard, and even more enjoyable.

It kept inhaling the cold air emitted by the ice stick, and in an instant, Duan Yifeng's Western Harrier Cold Ice Palm lost the shape of the ice stick and palm, and it swallowed the clouds and spit out the fog by itself.

For a while, the whole scene was white.

As the sound of the piano continued, the pop stick began to creak and crack, and in a short time, the ice stick became torn apart, and the ground was full of ice scum.

However, what is surprising is that there are so many people in Zhuo Jian Villa, there is no sound at all, and there is a dead silence, as if it is an empty village.

Those who had done good things were still in the lodge, still not leaving, but their expressions froze, and no one could think except for a slight breath.

The dead silence continued, and after a while, the crowd erupted in shouts of "wow" and dodged in all directions.

In the face of the unknown monster in front of them, people have already scared themselves out of the body, and after a long while, they reacted as if they had just woken up from a dream.

And the monster suddenly burrowed into the blood-drinking sword and disappeared.

Such a dramatic scene completely shocked Duan Yifeng, although he was well-informed, but in broad daylight, a monster like a dragon flew out of the blood-drinking sword, and then got into it in full view of everyone, so shocked that his jaw was about to fall.

Duan Yifeng couldn't help but tremble a little, he couldn't believe his eyes.

And Zhuo Yifan was also surprised, although he had guessed before that there might be several blood dragons hidden in this blood-drinking sword, they were originally imprisoned in the Nine Dragons Vampire Zen Staff, that is, the nine-ring tin staff in Tang Xuanzang's hand.

Later, when melting the Nine Dragons Vampire Zen Staff, it happened to run into the flying meteorite again, and then it was cast into the Blood-Drinking Sword, and the Blood-Drinking Sword became the hiding place of the Blood-Sucking Dragon.

For this situation, he had only guessed before, but when a blood dragon really appeared in front of him, he was still stunned, he couldn't believe everything in front of him.

And after everyone saw that the blood dragon stepping on the guqin had escaped into the blood-drinking sword again, the scene of running around in a panic just now could be stopped. They kept wiping their eyes to make sure what they had just seen was true.

The blood-drinking sword regained its initial weight in Zhuo Yifan's hand at this time, but the sword body was full of sizzling sounds, and the blood red was like boiling water.

Zhuo Yifan waved the sword body, and in an instant, a huge stone in the courtyard of Zhuo Jian Villa was split in half by him, if it was replaced with a human body, the consequences could be imagined.

Zhuo Yifan stroked the sword body and closed his eyes to feel the sword soul. The blood stains on his hands were still there, and when he touched the sword body, the blood remaining on his hands flew towards the blood-drinking sword, fell into the sword body in an instant, and disappeared.

He carefully observed the body of the Blood Drinking Sword, and found that the dragon pattern on it was even more vivid and lifelike, just like the blood dragon was imprinted on it just now.

Looking at Zhuo Yifan's actions, the eyes of everyone around him were full of fear.

"Come on, Boss Duan, let's have a good fight, hahahaha......" Zhuo Yifan laughed.

"Hmph, boy, don't think I don't know you're playing tricks, what kind of evil magic technique did you use just now to make everyone's eyes hallucinate?" Duan Yifeng questioned.

"Illusion? Are you saying that the monster just now was an illusion? Everyone saw it or was it an illusion?" Zhuo Yifan felt very ridiculous.

"That's not what an illusion is, don't think I don't know, that trick of yours may be Miao Jiang's witchcraft, which specializes in making people feel frightened. Duan Yifeng said disdainfully.

"It's not Miao Jiang's witchcraft, it's an ancient netherworld, an ancient nether who likes to suck blood!" Zhuo Yifan said.

"What is the Ancient Netherworld, don't bewitch people here, the art of witchcraft is the art of witchcraft, don't try to deceive everyone!" Duan Yifeng continued to disdain.

"To tell you the truth, I don't know what the Ancient Netherworld is, but what I know is that I can use it against you, don't you want to get the Blood Drinking Sword? Then you surrender the Ancient Netherworld in the sword first, can you?" Zhuo Yifan said with a smile.

"It's as if you can submit, you stinky hairy boy really doesn't deserve to have this peerless sword, let me carry it forward. Duan Yifeng said with compassion.