"Dongdong" The rattle in Longyuan's hand sounded twice, and the sound mixed with demonic power was transmitted and entered the Blood Knife's ears. Although it was just two light sounds, it was simply thunder when it fell into the Blood Knife's ears. It was already covered by the red color, and its eyes became even more turbid.

The soul-catching drum, as the name suggests, is a small wave drum that can capture people's hearts, but it is not as magical as it can be controlled at the first glance. However, it can also cause monsters in the eight-changing realm to have a moment of trance. It is this short dizziness that made the ferociousness and bloodthirst that were originally restrained by the blood knife suddenly burst out.

The black pupils that had already remained in the eyes were all submerged by red after the rattle sounded. A shocking blood-colored demonic force burst out from the blood sword. The blood sword roared to the sky, and the ground was also cracked in large patches of shattered pieces in the whistling sound. Many gravels were splashed into the air. The blood sword slashed with a long sword, wrapping all the gravels in the demonic power. Then, with a wave of the long sword, the gravels in the demonic power were shaken into powder, and were swept by the sword aura and flew towards Longyuan.

Long Yuan looked at the changes in front of him and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It seems that I have caused a big trouble for myself, but it doesn't matter. This is the effect I pursue. If this brat doesn't fight me, I will have a real headache."

Seeing the sword aura carrying stones and yellow sand surging, Long Yuan dodged and avoided the side, then rushed up to the Blood Sword. The Blood Sword slashed horizontally towards Long Yuan's head. Long Yuan lowered his body and went further, almost sticking his chest to the Blood Sword.

The two purple feathered dragon arms were accompanied by vast demonic power, and used the very rare in the world to exert force, and dozens of punches hit the chest of the Blood Knife. The Blood Knife was constantly struggling, but it seemed that she could no longer feel the pain. After Longyuan's last punch contained the strongest heavy blow to knock the Blood Knife out, the entire chest of the Blood Knife collapsed, but there was no scream of pain.

Longyuan wanted to continue chasing. Just as he was about to rush forward and emit a charging attack, he saw the blood knife suddenly turn over, open his mouth and spit out a stream of white smoke. The place where the collapsed was bombarded by Longyuan seemed to be hit from the inside, and then bulged up again, making the sound of "Karakera" intertwined bones.

Just this second when Long Yuan was stunned, the blood knife moved. First, he leaned his shoulder to hit Long Yuan's chest. Long Yuan's limbs were facing forward and his back was like shrimps. He rose from the ground and was about to fly backwards, but suddenly he felt that the space around him was stagnant, and the whole person seemed to fall into the heavy water of the Dead Sea. Even moving became very difficult. Even if he flew backwards uncontrollably, he was still at an extremely slow speed.

Blood Knife pulled Long Yuan's right leg with her left hand and pulled it forward. These two forces in different directions acted on Long Yuan's body at the same time, causing Long Yuan to almost vomit, and his internal organs seemed to be hit hard by a giant hammer, which made him feel so shocked. But this was not over yet. Long Yuan's body was uncontrollably pulled in front of him by the Blood Knife. Blood Knife's right hand knife suddenly pulled and swept out horizontally.

Long Yuan's pupils suddenly expanded, and the two vertical pupils compressed into a thin line, then suddenly expanded into a circle, and in an instant all the dragon armor was released. Purple scales and feathers grew on the body, face and arms. The long sword slashed the dragon armor, making a "Zlazla" sound, splashing countless sparks, but in the end it still did not block the sharpness of the long sword, and a gap of more than half a foot was pulled out.

The huge force made Longyuan unable to withstand it anymore.

He was about to fly backwards again. His right leg, which was pulled tightly by the Blood Knife, suddenly felt a pain, as if he was about to be torn apart. Long Yuan couldn't help but kick his legs, trying to pull his legs out of the Blood Knife's hand, and struggled hard.

Feeling the struggle from his hands, the Blood Knife showed a more cruel smile, and her five fingers were inserted into the dragon's calf muscles like a hook. Even though it was also covered with dragon armor, several dragon scales and purple feathers were crushed by the Blood Knife, and blood oozed out.

A strong sense of tearing came from the legs, but the dragon oar was held tightly by the blood knife and could not fly out at all. Feeling the force of the knife was about to end, the blood knife swung it hard, piercing the dragon oar into the ground, and then quickly inserted it into the left shoulder of the blood knife. The collarbone was broken and nailed to the ground.

Then the Blood Knife stepped on Long Yuan's body, pulled Long Yuan's right leg over, stepped on Long Yuan's thigh with one foot, and then his left hand continued to increase his strength, pulling out the dragon leg bit by bit. Long Yuan felt the intention of the Blood Knife, and suddenly panic in his heart, which was a panic that had never happened since the Nine Changes.

He has been in the position of overlord of the demon world for thousands of years, Long Yuan is invincible, and there are few enemies who have joined one. Today, he is actually trampled under his feet and is worried about his health. How can Long Yuan not panic? He wanted to draw his sword out, but the sword was connected to the arm of the Blood Knife and could not pull it out from his left shoulder.

Long Yuan struggled constantly, and the empty hand kicked and grabbed the feet randomly. Long Yuan, who was in this situation, was quite calm. He had a demonic power in his hand and slapped the back of the blood knife with one palm and one palm. If an ordinary monster was slapped by Long Yuan like this, his internal organs would have been shattered long ago and he would choose to let go and avoid it.

But at this time, the Blood Knife had long been swallowed by endless murderous intent and bloodthirst. He could not feel pain at all, nor would he think about gains and losses. He only knew that he would feel very happy when he saw the prey in his hand struggling and painful.

It was like a child caught a beetle, and then tried every means to peel off the armor on its body, pull out its wings, and pull out its six feet bit by bit. Seeing such a worm with no resistance slowly struggling in his hands, and then die humbly and pitifully.

Longyuan vomited demonic power in his hand, and a purple dragon hovered up on his arm. After a while of power, it was heavily imprinted behind the blood knife. The purple-feathered dragon suddenly rushed out through the blood knife's heart.

The movements in the Blood Knife's hand stopped, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, and then he increased his strength even more crazily. The upper dragon leg of the purple-feathered dragon armor was removed. The body of the masters who have practiced to this level will become very powerful, with strong strength and high defense, but it does not mean that they will not feel pain.

A terrible howl spread throughout the field. Blood Knife looked at the bloody dragon feet in her hand and made a creepy and wanton laugh. As she smiled, Blood Knife fell to the ground.

When Longyuan used that move of purple feather dragon claw, he felt the vitality of the blood knife cut off and let go, but he didn't expect that the centipede insect would die without being stiff. He actually returned to his mind when he was dying, and his strength was far beyond his usual state, and he pulled the dragon's foot down directly.

With one leg alone, Long Yuan pushed the blood knife pressing on his body away. When the long knife was pulled out of his body, Long Yuan took a breath of cold air.

He saw the red tide in the eyes of the Blood Blade slowly fading away, revealing the originally clear and transparent eyes. Not to mention, it was quite beautiful. Long Yuan had never noticed this opponent who was not at the same level as him before, and he didn't expect that it was just a little bigger in his eyes.

The grasshopper actually brought him such a big surprise.

The huge vitality brought by the Blood Knife after it was unsealed, gradually pulled out of the Blood Knife's body. Scenes of the past appeared before the Blood Knife's eyes, from birth to the end of life being returned to silence.

This legendary general of the Blood Clan clan was born in a rich family. His father was unknown. He was just a sinister son born on the roadside on a whim by the old ancestor of Blood Kui. However, he did not expect that such a person actually cultivated a blood knife that was not bloodless and extremely sharp.

Since leaving that mountain village, Xuekui Patriarch has been planning a century-long plan to reproduce the family. After hundreds of years of persistent efforts, he has also had many children. The pregnancy period of monsters is different from that of humans. Some children are born in about a month, while some children will be pregnant for several years.

The father of Blood Knife is a mouse monster with particularly poor qualifications and physical fitness. As the saying goes, a dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and a son who gives birth to a mouse can dig holes. How could a father who looks so frustrated have such a handsome and unparalleled son?

Of course, the sons born by the Xuekui Patriarch are different because the Xuekui Patriarch has wronged himself to combine with different monsters for the family's reproduction plan and persevere every day. With the guaranteed quantity, it is understandable that the quality is poor.

But the answer is only one of the answers for the son of the Xuekui Patriarch. The Blood Knife is not the biological child of the mouse. The Blood Knife is an ancient sword that has been cultivated into a demon. It was dug out of the grave by the mouse and brought back home to raise it.

Because the family has a large population, Xuekui Patriarch rarely pays attention to these descendants who have not achieved much. In order to win his father's smile, the mouse contributed the Blood Sword and gave it to Xuekui Patriarch. Xuekui Patriarch could see the roots and bones of the Blood Sword at a glance, and knew that the Blood Sword was not the biological descendant of the mouse, but Xuekui Patriarch was still willing to treat the Blood Sword as his grandson.

Regardless of whether others think so, at least that's what Blood Knife himself thinks. Before coming out of the tomb, he wandered alone in the ancient tomb. After coming out, he followed the lonely mouse father to wander around the world. He was not full or warm in food or clothing, hunger or cold, and bullied was commonplace.

So whether it was Xue Kui's ancestor who chopped his hand and put him an ancient sword from the Heavenly Court or was forced to become the container that was originally prepared to deal with the monsters in the Heavenly Court, Xue Kui stubbornly believed that Xue Kui's ancestor treated him as his grandson.

"I'm going to die, grandpa. Sorry, my grandson has tried his best. I can't control that guy. I've let you down for so many years. Goodbye." The picture in front of the Blood Dagger became more and more blurred, and finally returned to the darkness and nothing was left.

Two knives appeared in front of Long Yuan, one was the one embedded in the blood knife on his right hand, which was shining with brilliance and majesticity, and the other was a bronze knife of ancient style, covered with patina and rust.

As a giant in the demon world, Longyuan Xintian did not feel any heroic cherishing each other. After a slight look, he took his own legs and left the battlefield. If it were Yun Zangfeng, he would have to collect the two knives or bury them well.

A generation of geniuses finally died, and a hundred miles of yellow sand was buried in the dead tomb. How many heroes in this world die before they can fulfill their ambitions, and how many geniuses are buried in the vast world.
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