The remnants of the halberd were broken, the corpses were all over the field, and the blood flowed like a river. The blood-colored remnant sun shines obliquely on the reddish-brown sand, the wild geese are flying, wailing and screaming, and from time to time there are a few crows the size of a basin, wandering at low altitude, which is a true portrayal of the post-war battlefield!

When the afterglow of the setting sun is draped on the body, the figure is pulled by the elder. Lu Yan opened his eyes and couldn't help frowning slightly, just when he was pranayama just now, driven by his mutated willpower, he keenly sensed another dark red vitality. When inhaled into the body, the mind is immediately filled with the thoughts of rage and killing!

Lu Yan's face was shocked, but he didn't care much, his will was too perverted, and those thoughts were not enough to affect his sanity! Manipulating this tuft of hair-thick vitality, swaying in the meridians, he felt as if the muscles and cells in his body were being eaten by countless poisonous insects, and when it flowed into the dantian, it had turned into a pure bright red, hovering below the five-color vitality.

Lu Yan sensed it carefully, but found that this kind of 'qi' could not be mobilized by himself and Ben, and there was nothing abnormal other than that, and he didn't know what it was for. However, its existence is very small, but only one percent.

"Wake up, how do you feel?" said Long Quan, who was not far away.

"It's no big deal!" Lu Yan stood up, stretched, and asked, "How is Lao Hei?"

"He?" said Long Quan's face with a rather strange smile, "he...... He seems to be asleep!"

"Fuck!" Hearing this, Lu Yan almost sat on the ground again, Lao Hei is too capable of doing it!

Quickly walked to his side and probed his breath, but as soon as his hand touched his nose, he seemed to feel something, and he turned over very reluctantly, muttering something in his mouth, and then fell asleep.

Lu Yan was really amused, and couldn't help but feel childlike, and stretched out his right hand to pinch his nose.

Lao Hei may have slept soundly, shaking his head impatiently, but he couldn't break free, so he opened his mouth and snored.

Seeing the two of them like this, Long Quan on the side couldn't help but sigh and said, "It's not too early, let's go back early!"

"Okay!" Lu Yan pushed Lao Hei's body, I don't know if he was too tired today, or for some other reason, he seemed to be much slower to react today, and he still didn't wake up without the vigilance that a cultivator should have.

Lu Yan and Long Quan didn't think much about it, and at the same time they shook their sides and shouted, "Dripping blood wine!"

The blood wine is a wine made in Lao Hei's hometown, and according to him, this wine is not only blood-red in color, but also very spicy. It is stronger than all spirits, and if you drink a big bowl, your face will be flushed, so it is called blood wine, and Lao Hei once said that it is his favorite!

"Where?"

As soon as the words fell, Lao Hei suddenly sat up and asked, "Where is the blood wine?"

"Little Heihei, it's time to go back!" Lu Yan laughed, and Long Quan smiled without saying a word.

"This sleep is so fucking comfortable!" After a short period of confusion, Lao Hei shook his big head, stood up and patted his buttocks, pulled out his nearly three or four hundred pounds of mountain opening axe, and strode forward.

At this time, there was only a touch of sunset left in the sky, the sky was getting dark, the team that cleaned up the battlefield had returned, and some soldiers who were healing their wounds on the spot also got up one after another.

Lu Yan took a few steps slowly, picked up the black sword that assassinated Lao Hei, and looked at it as he walked. The black sword is made of some kind of metal, but it is more than fifty or sixty catties, the body is narrow and slender, the sword spine is thin, the two sides of the sword tip are jagged, and the other places look very ordinary.

"Let's see if you like it?" Lu Yan caught up with the two who were laughing, handed the black sword to Long Quan and asked, although this black sword is not very good-looking, but after all, it is easy to break through his own defenses and pierce himself, which is obviously still very good.

"Huh?" Long Quan took the black sword and glanced at the tip of the sword, as if he recognized it. Then he rummaged around the back of the spine of the sword looking for something, and after looking at it for a moment, he shook his head, "The material of this sword is good, but compared to mine, hehe...... It's not a star-and-a-half!"

"What's so good about your broken sword?" Lao Hei obviously didn't believe it, and Lu Yan also glanced at him in surprise.

Long Quan's sword, three feet six inches long, looked extremely ordinary, I don't know why he said this.

As if to see the suspicion in the eyes of the two of them, Long Quan smiled, pulled out the long sword at his waist, and slashed at the black sword.

"Ding!" There was a crisp sound, and the black sword broke in two, and the incision was smooth.

"Oh! I really underestimate it!" the old black cried out as he scratched his head.

Lu Yan glanced at the long sword in Long Quan's hand again, but still didn't find anything special, shook his head and smiled: "It's really a person who can't be good-looking, and the sea can't fight two!"

The three of them talked and laughed and returned to the barracks, and after eating, they returned to the tent to cultivate. There was much less red energy here, and he didn't filter it out. Because he feels this kind of vitality, it is quite good for the tempering of the will, and every time he runs on the week, the cell activity will also increase a lot.

The war did not continue the next day, the drills went on as normal, and both sides seemed to be brewing something. Lu Yan and the three of them came to the rear of the barracks and found that there were only more than 500 people left in their team, and there were only 30 people left in the team led by Long Quan, so there was no need to say more about the cruelty of the war.

Lu Yan sighed slightly in his heart, after a night of cultivation, his injuries had improved a lot. To great surprise, Zhang Dutong found the three of them and walked straight to the handsome tent. The three of them glanced at each other, obviously seeing the incomprehension in each other's eyes, but Zhang Dutong didn't mean to explain at all, and the three of them naturally didn't want to ask too much.

The blood in the handsome tent was soaring, and the closer they got to it, the more shocked the three of them became, and there was definitely more than one master of self-cultivation!

The tent was much larger, and there were two guards in steel armor standing at the door, vigilantly sweeping around, their eyes flashing from time to time.

"At least the ninth layer of gas storage!" Lu Yan walked in in surprise.

There was silence in the tent, and there were four middle-aged men on the left and right sides, all of whom were in the realm of self-cultivators, and three of them, Lu Yan, also knew that they had seen them in Zhongqu Mountain during the spring hunt.

Zhao Yunfei has a fair complexion, wears a green shirt, and his black hair is pulled up by a cyan hairband at will, dressed as a regular Confucian scholar. He looked suave, rubbing his temples and frowning, as if he had encountered some problem. The end of the golden knife of Dama sat in front of the sandalwood case, which was neatly placed on the left and right, with stacks of books and tokens, and a pair of gold chain mail hanging behind him.

"General, people have been brought!" Zhang Dutong said with a military salute.

"General!" Lu Yan and the three knelt down on one knee, and the iron armor on their bodies clanged.

"Yes, two seventh-layer peak gas storage, and one comparable to eighth-layer gas storage, very good!" Zhao Yunfei raised his head and said.

His eyes were as deep as the starry sky, and his powerful aura naturally flowed out, but he couldn't feel the sky-high blood qi on his body, and Lu Yan was horrified in his heart: "Grandmaster Realm! Only the king of the Grandmaster Realm can be restrained in blood!"

"Your name is Lu Yan, right, where did you get your ghost head knife?" I heard Zhao Yunfei suddenly look at Lu Yan and ask meaningfully.

Hearing his question, one thought flashed through Lu Yan's mind, and he glanced at the "Holy Scripture" on the case again, and finally answered truthfully: "Mr. Daru Shiye once lived in seclusion in a fishing village, and this knife is left by him!"

"Mr. Shiye!" Zhao Yunfei looked at Lu Yan with a smile......