Brush Brush Brush ——!

As soon as Sadness's words fell, Jian Chen didn't answer, and from the blood mist he condensed, eight small micro-holes were suddenly opened, and the Eight Dragons Silver Darts burst out, attacking the big holes around Sadness with various tricky angles.

Sadly raised his eyebrows, snorted coldly, shook his right hand, and suddenly saw the same eight drops of blood-red light dimmer around him, and each found a silver dart with blood in the silver.

The eight drops of blood thrown out turned out to be the blood of himself that he had just wiped from his injured shoulder!

Puff puff——!

I don't know if he has eyes behind his back, these eight drops of blood are actually impartial, how Ren Jianchen controls the trajectory of the silver darts, and still accurately finds their respective targets, and the eight silver darts are each stained with a sad drop of blood!

At this moment, something strange happened to Jian Chen.

From a thousand edges...... He actually felt eight tremors that were very light, but obvious, and the vibrations quickly poured into his body along the thin line of true silver connecting Qian Feng and the silver dart, and then, Jian Chen felt it......

Cordial!

From those eight vibrations, he actually felt the kindness of blood connection!

He had felt this feeling in Xiao Xiaoxiao, that is, Luo Xi's body, so he was already familiar with it, but the strange thing was that it ......

Although Sadness is from the same family as him, after all, the blood relationship between the two is definitely not as close as he and Luo Xi, but now, what he feels is a more intimate feeling than Luo Xi.

This is anything but unusual!

The blood mist distorted for a while, and Jian Chen's surprised face fell into the bottom of his eyes, which made his heart feel relieved.

"How's it going, don't you have a bad feeling?"

He smiled, not in a hurry at all, anyway, the blood draining pill behind him was growing in the jade cold stone.

Yes, Jian Chen had a very bad feeling.

It is impossible to feel blood and family affection from Sadness's body, and it is not the first time he has fought with Sadness, and he definitely didn't feel this way last time, so what's going on?

Looking at the sad smugness, suddenly, Jian Chen thought of a possibility, which made his eyes suddenly split.

"It's you!"

The blood mist around him surged violently, showing that his heart was extremely uncalm, and his eyes that were about to erupt fire stared at the sorrow, and he said sharply: "The person who moved his hands and feet in the burial sword pool is you!"

Before the sword mound was destroyed, he had seen the body of his father Luo Han in the burial sword pool, but the strange thing was that in addition to Luo Han's body being well preserved at that time, he couldn't even find a drop of blood in all parts of Zhou's upper and lower bodies!

It's simply impossible!

At that time, looking at the integrity of Luo Han's body, it should not have been long before he died, and besides, as a martial arts master whose qi and blood are far more vigorous than ordinary people, even if the corpse is placed for a month, it is impossible to have no blood!

The only explanation is that someone took Luo Han's blood after killing him!

It is precisely because of this that Luo Han appeared in the Burial Sword Pool, because only the green fire in the Burial Sword Pool can be so complete, without destroying Luo Han's flesh and skin, isolating and extracting not a drop of his blood.

Yes, he should have thought of it a long time ago!

In addition to sadness, who has such a twisted and perverted bad taste?

put Luo Han in the burial sword pool, obviously to stimulate him, this kind of thing will be done except for sadness, who will do it?

"Hahaha!"

Sadness was proud, looking up to the sky and laughing wildly, he had the urge to thank Hua Xiangrong at this time, if she hadn't stopped the incident in Xiongwu City, how could he have tasted the pleasure brought to him by Jian Chen's anger again and again?

"Of course it's me, how about it, shouldn't you be thankful for me?"

He raised his hands in a false position, and a trace of thick blood qi that was no less than Jian Chen's blood mist also rose rapidly from under his feet, and before the blood mist enveloped his smug face, a mocking voice came into Jian Chen's ears:

"After all, I can reuse waste to this extent, and I am the only one in the world who can do it!"

"Waste?"

Jian Chen stared at Sadness until he could no longer see his face clearly, but the anger in his eyes was rapidly converging and becoming cold.

"Waste?"

Na Na repeated the sad words, and with each repetition, the coldness in his eyes became even worse, until his eyes were even colder than the ten thousand years of cold ice of the jade cold stone.

"What kind of waste are you talking about...... Who is it?"

The blood mist covered his face again, at this moment, he already hated Sadness, relatives, friends, Sadness had taken too much away from him, and the trace of sympathy for him in his heart was finally burned by the raging flame of hatred.

"As you wish!"

As soon as he said it, he finally stopped showing mercy!

Qiang ——!

The dragon roared, and the blood mist belonging to Jian Chen burned violently, turning into a flame of revenge, and in the center of the flame, a cloud of glory and blood that was even more dazzling than the blood mist suddenly appeared!

Brush ——!

The blood mist flashed, and it suddenly stretched rapidly, at this moment, Jian Chen is the Draining Blood Sword, and the Draining Blood Sword is also Jian Chen!

As the sorrow fell, the Wind Chasing Sword, which had not been shot just now, finally shot at this time, unlike Qianfeng's myriad wit, the Wind Chasing Sword came out of the sheath with only one purpose-

See human blood!

Qiang ——!

The blood mist skyrocketed, and a huge blood-colored long sword was stretched out in an instant, this is the sword refining with the body, it is the sword refining with the body that Guo Nu and Yin Xiukong have not cultivated to Dacheng!

The Sword Shrine Patriarch comprehended this method of refining swords with his body with unbearable side effects from the third of the Xuan Ming, but he also knew that in fact, the most perfect sword refining with his body could only be achieved by the Xuan Ming Technique!

The blood-colored wind-chasing sword, which was magnified a hundred times, fell from the sky, and slashed at the sad head, and the sky seemed to be cut out of a huge crack by this sword, and the rumbling sound was like thunder, as if the sky had fallen, and the blood sword was violently pressed towards the sorrow.

Hate and anger overlap, this sword is already the pinnacle!

"Good!"

The sorrow that was also heavily wrapped in blood mist, suddenly saw this sword approaching, and he didn't retreat or dodge, and shouted violently, and the blood mist belonging to him was also surging wildly.

For revenge, he can forbear, he can retreat, he can endure what ordinary people can't endure, but this by no means includes one person.

Jian Chen!

In the face of Jian Chen, it was impossible for him to retreat, what he had to do was to smash everything about him with his own hands!

Now, everything in Jian Chen has been almost destroyed by him, and there is only one thing left, which is himself!

In the face of this sword, he didn't have any thoughts of retreating at all, but enjoyed it very much, because from this sword, he felt Jian Chen's endless anger and grief, which was his previous ...... I had tasted something alone for a long time, and now, it was finally Jian Chen's turn!

(End of chapter)