Chapter 36 The Blood Pool of the Divine Soldier

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"This ...... These ......" Zhao Haochen solemnly looked at the surging blood pool in front of him, and asked tremblingly, before the words fell, Feiyan, who was smiling like a flower, nodded, and suddenly, Zhao Haochen's breathing was a little short.

The huge pool of blood, three zhang wide and more than five zhang long, is filled with viscous plasma that wriggles in it, and the bottom is not visible.

"It's your turn?" swayed his steps slowly, covering the corners of his mouth shyly.

Zhao Haochen's pupils shrank sharply, hot tears swirled in the clear eye sockets, in the wind and snow, like a lost child in the cold wind, looking at the fierce traffickers in fear, disappointed, helpless, praying in the wind and snow, struggling in the biting cold.

The devil is coming towards him......

"Slow--slow!" Zhao Haochen squeezed out a few words with difficulty from his trembling teeth, and looked at Feiyan with pity, like a small animal that had been caught, begging to be released.

"Oh, what's the problem?" Feiyan's white snow-swept eyes were half-squinted, and her head was tilted sideways, as if waiting to hear something interesting.

Raised his head a little stiffly, his face flashed with blush, and he looked serious and serious, "The teacher told us that the AIDS epidemic is widespread now, and he wants us to ...... Want us to ......"

"Say it!"

"We need to take safety measures!"

In the twenty-first century, Brother Chu's face was blushing, like the fiery red reflected in the fire, and his empty eyes revealed a heavy shame, mixed with a hint of pride. The snake-like lips and tongue kept churning up and down on the rosy lips, and the sound of sucking and sucking hit Feiyan's grumpy heart.

"What security measures?" Anger roamed in her chest, through the five internal organs, and in the seven meridians and eight veins, the plasma in the blood pool was boiling with a clatter, and the fishy breath made Zhao Haochen retch for no reason, and a mouthful of bitter bile water sprayed to the ground.

Under the reflection of the sunlight, the delicate flying knives surged in all directions, and the white skeleton rose and fell with the churning of blood plasma.

"In my side pocket!" Zhao Haochen lowered his head, not daring to say more. He suppressed the fear in his heart, he couldn't believe that there was such a vicious and ferocious way to breed weapons in this world. A fine layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

The wind and snow were heavy and the temperature was very low.

The entire huge cliff bottom, through the dim time, only the spots of the sun and stars are projected, eerie and terrifying.

Looking at the things in his hands, fluffy and soft, and very elastic, long cylindrical appearance, as if it was used to set something, his hands were torn, and it was still very soft and comfortable, thinking about it for a long time, in Zhao Haochen's ashamed gaze, Feiyan seemed to think of something, her delicate and beautiful eyebrows rose upward, and her shining eyes reflected the brilliance of **, enchanting and colorful, the jade hand like the goddess of ice and snow stroked Zhao Haochen's handsome cheeks, along the thick chest, along the line, and slid down.

Zhao Haochen, who was struck by lightning, tensed all over, gritted his teeth, and struggled, but to no avail.

"You guessed it, it's the set!" Zhao Haochen, who seemed to have suffered a lot of humiliation, roared.

"Then you will die!" Feiyan, who was charming and enchanting one moment ago, became extremely angry the next, as if she had taken away her most beloved thing, her eyes became pitch black, and the blood-colored light surged in them, and her hair flew in the wind and snow, like a demonic beast, and her bloodthirsty murderous aura was aggressive, like a sharp blade.

The pool of blood churned even more violently, and the viscous dark red plasma surface slowly bulged, as if some behemoth was awakening from below. A piercing and sharp sound filled Zhao Haochen's mind, and a shining cold glow with a whistling appeared from the bottom, nine flying knives, neatly and neatly, and bright red blood dripped down from above and fell into the pool of blood.

This is the throwing knife that was brewed with the lives of thousands of people.

A cold glow crossed his skin, and his heart trembled slightly.

"The sword is the king of the soldiers, and the sword cultivation has the spirit of a king, how can this kind of blade be hostile!" "The soul of the sword came out of the darkness, he was always cold, a face was always cold to the bone, without a trace of a smile, he always played the role of the god of death, in addition to killing in his eyes, it was still killing, revenge was all he had, killing was his pleasure, and he would always reject people thousands of miles away, playing the role of a cold god of death, ruthlessly harvesting life.

Zhao Haochen, this kid who crossed over from the 21st century, occupied his body for no reason, looked cowardly, and occasionally had to protect her safety. Even so, when he was on the verge of death, he still didn't make a move, the body of the sword could not be damaged, and the soul of the body could not be invincible.

This moment is the real crisis.

Jianzi's sharp eyes stabbed at Feiyan, his pale face gradually became ruddy, and the huge fear was also dispersed with the wind, cold, unruly, and cold, this moment is the real Jianzi.

The cold eyes were like a sword out of the sheath, the arm shook, the rope tied to the body was suddenly broken, stood up, shook off the snow on the body, Feiyan suddenly tensed, solemnly stared at Zhao Haochen, feeling that the heaven and earth were filled with a natural sword qi, but it was orderly, but it was very likely that the next moment it would tear the world apart.

"You ......" Feiyan's eyebrows twitched when she was almost twisted together, and the confidence that everything was in control was gone, like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, clean and neat, and the only thing left was as solemn and questioning as an old branch.

"Except for Wushan, it's not a cloud, there are other people!" A touch of ridiculousness was projected in his cold eyes, and a cold light shot out, and the target was the squirming fishy and viscous pool of blood.

"Ahh

Ding Ding--

The sword came out like a rainbow, the cold light was like a galloping horse, the momentum was unstoppable, the nine flying knives shot at the long sword, and a piercing sound erupted, and the tips of the sword lightly touched the ground and slid upward, easily avoiding the attack of the flying knife.

The nine flying knives are like a frightened dragon, turning over the river and the sea, soaring between the heavens and the earth, churning in the sky, the sword is elegant, not happy or angry, the cold face is still cold, the cold light is like a rainbow in the sky, dancing with joy, it is beautiful.