Ziqin and Yun Yao gathered next to Xiao Feng, and Hu Shuisheng took a red brush, his meridians were damaged, and he was unable to exercise for a short time.

However, at this moment, Xiao Feng stood up and pulled out the bloodthirsty sword from the ground, a red line at the top of the bloodthirsty sword bone was slowly spreading to the other end, this red line was already longer than the original, Xiao Feng didn't know what this red line was, he only knew what it meant for him to pick up this sword!

It means demons, it means killing, it means blood, these are not what he wants, but in order to protect Ziqin, Yun Yao and Hu Shuisheng, he must pick up this magic sword. He is too fragile to be vulnerable without the Bloodthirsty Sword, but once he picks up the Bloodthirsty Sword, then his divine sense will be betrayed to the demons, and he will be controlled by the demonic nature of the Bloodthirsty Sword.

The bloodthirsty sword, born for battle, killing, blood, and the dark night could not hide the hideousness and anger of the bloodthirsty sword, and the purple-red flames were soaring and burning.

Xiao Feng began to inject his true qi into the bloodthirsty sword, and the moment his true qi entered the bloodthirsty sword, it was as if the bloodthirsty sword was fused with him.

In Xiao Feng's heart, there is no good, no evil, only a yearning for peace, and he is unwilling to kill endlessly, because what he gets in exchange for is not peace, his wife is separated, and his family is ruined.

"Is it really only possible to kill by killing?" Xiao Feng remembered the words of the demon spirit.

In the darkness, two figures hid aside, secretly watching what was happening here, silently.

"Senior brother, what do you say is the origin of this young man? The sword in his hand is extremely heavy! I'm afraid that he can't control it and will go mad! Shall we make a move?"

"Amitabha, good and good! You see, the one who holds the dust must be a red whisk, and the person holding the Xuan fan next to her should be Xiaoyaozi, his fan is a beautiful scenery on the one hand, and a skeleton on the other side, it can't be wrong! We shouldn't have interfered in the affairs of the Weapons Sect! The master asked us to go down the mountain to practice, and we should be well versed in Buddhism, if we see people worrying about their lives but don't interfere, it is not the Buddha's doing!"

"What the senior brother said is very true! They released the sky-rocketing arrows to call for help, this radius of dozens of miles is deserted, if we didn't happen to see it nearby, who else would come out to save people?

"Maybe they are forced to gamble on their luck, if they are in the right path, they will definitely come out when they see the arrows that rush to the sky, but this Hongfu and Xiaoyaozi are the elders of the original Feixian Gate, and now the protector of the Weapons Sect is cultivating as a unique step in the rivers and lakes, if there is no cultivation like ours, they can't manage it if they want to! God has the virtue of a good life, since we have met it, it is God who wants to save them, let's see the opportunity and then make a move! I want to see this young man's ability and the sword in his hand!"

"This young man dares to face a fierce opponent for his companions, not to mention how much he can do, just this courage and narrowness, I admire it!"

"Indeed, chivalrous and courageous, it can be regarded as a young hero! Let's take a look first!"

When Xiao Feng clenched the bloodthirsty sword, the blood in his palm was continuously absorbed by the bloodthirsty sword, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart. Even if Xiao Feng wasn't killed by the Red Whisk, he would have died because the bloodthirsty sword absorbed the blood in his body, and the blood dried up. The magic sword, the real magic sword!

At this moment, the light of the bloodthirsty sword became brighter and brighter, emitting a rich black qi, and the dark red light in the black qi twisted wildly, intertwining with the black qi.

Xiao Feng's thirst for blood and his fanaticism for killing lost his mind. Strength, abundant power in the palm of your hand. This feeling, the sense of power that can dominate everything, is too easy to obsessive.

His closed eyes slowly opened, and the pupils were hideous blood red, and the scarlet qi floated out of his eyes, curling up, turning into twisted wisps of light, flying in the sky.

"Huh?" Xiaoyaozi let out a soft sigh. This young man is the weakest among all of them, but at this time, I feel that his strength is constantly growing and climbing, this terrifying murderous aura I have only seen in the sect master Dao Tianxuan, it is too unbelievable, what is the origin of this young man, and what is the origin of the weird demon sword in his hand?

The red figure swept by, and slapped a palm in Xiao Feng's heart, Xiao Feng didn't react, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and spit on the bloodthirsty sword, and the red line at the bloodthirsty sword's spine unconsciously extended to the other end.

The red whisk struck Xiao Feng's heart firmly, he was shaken open by the true qi of the red whisk, and slid far away, he stuck the bloodthirsty sword on the ground before he barely stabilized his body.

Hongfu used thirty percent of his strength in this palm, Xiaoyaozi, Wen Bi, Wu Xianglin and Feng Wuniang watched the battle from the sidelines, and they were shocked, and said in surprise: "Could it be that this young man has become stronger?"

If it was according to Xiao Feng's original skill, this palm would definitely smash his chest, and with the judgment of the red whisk, he could directly take his life, but he didn't expect him to actually take it, and he was able to stand to the surprise of everyone in the Weapon Sect, and he was deeply surprised.

Xiao Feng endured the severe pain, but the skill of the red whisk was too strong, even if he was three layers, he couldn't bear it, one foot was weak, his legs knelt on the ground, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Ziqin and Yun Yao's brows furrowed, their hearts were clenched, and they shouted eagerly: "Xiao Feng!"

Ziqin and Yun Yao wanted to go over to help, but Xiao Feng motioned for them not to come.

Xiao Feng pulled out the bloodthirsty sword, stood up tremblingly, took a deep breath, and the red light in his eyes brightened a little.

The two people lurking in the darkness couldn't help but gasp at this moment, admiring Xiao Feng, the young man.

"Senior brother, this palm is the strength of the red breeze, this young man's heart is firmly slapped, and he can still stand, incredible!"

"Yes, when I saw him, I noticed that he was different, the true qi on his body was definitely not the true qi of the people in our cultivation, neither the Brahman qi, the sword qi, or the gang qi. This kind of true qi has a scarlet aura, violent and murderous, and it is not like the aura of the orcs, it is really unheard of and unseen! Could it be demonic qi? Strange! It's still important to save people first! We're almost about to make a move, and this young man can't catch a few tricks from the red whisk!"

Xiao Feng felt that the warm current in his body was much fuller than before, and he could clearly perceive the slightest warm current wandering between the meridians, which was a change in his cultivation after his trip to southern Xinjiang, but he didn't know what level his cultivation had reached. The most unimaginable thing is to defeat King Miao with his own strength, but he doesn't know why his usual cultivation has changed until the moment of life and death. Compared with Ziqin and Yun Yao, the usual cultivation is not a small difference.

The red whisk danced with real energy, and the dust in her hand was slightly red, it seemed that the red whisk was going to put Xiao Feng to death!

The red whisk true qi was raging, and the true qi scraped on the ground, leaving one by one like traces of sword slashing. The True Qi continued to surge and expand in all directions, and the surrounding wild grass swayed and trembled wildly, and from time to time it was cut off by the True Qi, leaving a smooth wound.

The dust in her hand was sandwiched with sword qi, and it slashed head-on, and Xiao Feng could only block it with a bloodthirsty sword. Her dust weighed tens of millions of pounds, and he couldn't bear such ferocious pressure, and his knees bent, and his feet fell to the ground heavily, and the ground burst and rubble splattered.

Xiao Feng's eyes were full of fierce light, his brows were furrowed, and his whole face was twisted and deformed by the red sword qi, which was very difficult.

Blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth, he bared his teeth, there were traces of blood between his lips and teeth, he exerted all his strength, and spat a mouthful of blood on Hongfu's face, Hongfu was startled and quickly retreated.

Red sniffle smelled the smell of blood, cheeks wet, reached out to touch it, opened his palm to look, even more angry, "Little cub, dare to spit on my face!"

Xiao Feng's long sword was pressed against the ground, and he slowly raised his head, "Hehe!

"I only used two or three successes just now, your meridians were created by my sword qi, do you have the ability to try your luck?"

Xiao Feng's blood and qi are strong, and the great enemy has not flinched half a step at present, and now that the red breeze scares him, he is not afraid at all? He tried his luck, and a sharp pain extended from his arm to his lower abdomen, and his body couldn't help but shrink and tremble, and with a roar, another mouthful of blood spit out.

"Your meridians are all broken, and you are already useless! Kill you for fear of dirtying my hands!" Hong Fu glanced at Wen Bi, Feng Wuniang and Wu Xianglin and said, "I'll leave it to you!"

The most terrible thing for a cultivator is that the meridians are cut off, and when he becomes a wasted person, all the convictions and sufferings he has paid for his cultivation will be burned, and there is nothing more cruel than this cold judgment.

Xiao Feng was unwilling, he kept getting lucky, but he found that his body was empty, and the sharp pain eroded his abdomen, and a heart-rending roar resounded throughout the wilderness, hovering over the night for a long time, very poignant.

Wen Bi is the most excited, the fastest shot, for fear that the credit will be snatched by Feng Wuniang and Wu Xiangrin in front of the sect master to invite merit, how can this great good thing be handed over to people? Among all the hall masters, Wen Bi's ability to fly in the sky is the most powerful, he is haunted on weekdays, and he can't see people for a long time, but when it comes to the critical moment, he takes the initiative to come out!

Wu Xiangrin and Feng Wuniang saw that Wen Bi was one step ahead, and also took off, but Wu Xiangrin's body was heavy, not as light as Feng Wuniang, Feng Wuniang stepped on the Luo flower thorn, and the speed was much faster than Wu Xiangrin, leaving Wu Xiangrin behind, but still couldn't catch up with Wen Bi's speed.

Wen Bi flicked his sleeves, and a bright cone-head chain flew out, heading straight for Xiao Feng's head.

In the middle of the gallop, Wen Bi heard a loud voice, and his head was instantly dizzy. That Xiao Feng seemed to be blessed by gods and Buddhas, and even his unique weapon, the cone head chain, was blocked back by an inexplicable force, as if it had hit the copper wall.

A golden light flickered faintly on Xiao Feng's body, he was like bathing in the spring breeze and beautiful sun, the breeze was blowing, the warm sun was shining on his body, and the pain in his abdomen was also reduced a lot. The aura on his body was dispelled, and the demonic light of the bloodthirsty sword slowly dimmed.

Everyone was shocked, looking around, relatives in the wilderness, the moon shining on the stone hill, indescribable desolation, at a glance, the emptiness was clear, where was there a figure?

Wen Bi choked up, quickly retreated, and was secretly unwilling in his heart: It seems that a master saved him! Alas!

Xiaoyaozi Xuan Fan struck a place in the wilderness, "How can you hide in the dark and not show your true face?"

A clear light shot out from Xiaoyaozi's Xuan Fan, approaching a position, and the golden light lit up in that position, and two figures walked out.