Chapter 1368 The Marquis of Blood!

Wei Yong's voice was filled with unconcealed surprise.

He never thought that his killer move, which was at the bottom of his box, could not kill Ye Fan.

This is really incredible!

Ye Fan's eyes when he looked at him became extremely cold, and a sharp edge appeared in his eyes.

"Wei Yong, I didn't want to start a massacre, but you can kill yourself!"

As soon as Ye Fan finished speaking, his strong murderous aura penetrated his body, like a wave of anger, rushing from all directions of Wei Yong.

Wei Yong was originally at the end of his strength. At this moment, under the raging murderous aura, he seemed to have transformed into a lonely boat in the storm, and there was a possibility of annihilation at any time.

At this moment, Wei Yong regretted it so much that his intestines were blue.

He just did nothing and could save his life. As a result, he wanted to take revenge on Ye Fan, but he backfired and threw himself into a place of doom.

Today, Wei Yong is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, with no power to fight back.

Ye Fan held the Thunder Tribulation Sword tightly and walked towards him.

"No! You can't kill me!"

Wei Yong let out a hysterical roar: "My elder brother is Wei Wuji, the 'Blooded Marquis', who has the peak realm of the Nascent Soul, and is one of the top ten powerful people in the Gan Kingdom. The king personally named him a marquis! The red blood seven evil golden needle just now was the magic weapon he refined. If he hadn't missed the selection meeting, he would have long ascended to Tianshu Star, become a giant, and surpassed the royal power!"

Hearing these words, Ye Fan raised his eyebrows and felt relieved.

No wonder Wei Yong has such an unpredictable and silent magic weapon, and it turns out that he has such a powerful brother.

The peak realm of the Nascent Soul is only one step away from the God Transformation Stage. In a low-level plane like Fire Spirit Star, it can be said to be an existence at the top of the pyramid.

In China, the Blood-Clothed Marquis was cruel, cruel and bloodthirsty, and had a great reputation. He fought in the east and west, and there were dozens of cities in the enemy country that were flattened by him, and tens of millions of people were displaced and homeless.

However, he was very kind to his younger brother Wei Yong, and even created the Red Blood Seven Evil Golden Needle with his own hands to protect Wei Yong.

This red blood Seven Evil Golden Needle is the origin of the essence and blood of a powerful Nascent Soul master, and is injected with the Seven Evil Evil poison. It looks as thin as a cow's hair, but it is as heavy as a mountain inside. It is invincible and invisible. Once a monk below the Nascent Soul stage is sacrificed, there is no possibility of being spared.

Over the years, Wei Yong has killed many powerful people with this magic weapon, but he has failed in front of Ye Fan.

...

"Boy, if you dare to kill me, my brother will never let you go! No matter which corner you hide in the Fire Spirit Star, my brother can pull you out and cut you into pieces! If you know the truth, you should stop quickly!" Wei Yong threatened, his voice louder, as if he had confidence.

In his opinion, as long as he brought out the backer of "Blood-clothed Marquis" Wei Wuji, Ye Fan should immediately bow down and beg for mercy.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Ye Fan sneered: "Tsk! I want to kill someone, let alone the Blood-Clothed Marquis, even if the Daluo Jinxian descended to earth, he would not be able to stop him!"

After saying that, Ye Fan did not give Wei Yong any chance to speak, and waved the Thunder Tribulation Sword. This sword not only contained the ultimate power, but also mixed with spiritual attacks, which was enough to destroy the enemy's spirit and form.

"See!"

The hands rise, the sword falls, and the blood splatters.

Wei Yong's head fell to the ground and rolled to Ye Fan's feet like a ball. His eyes widened. He seemed to have no idea how Ye Fan was not afraid of the "Blood-clothed Marquis" and killed him.

Ye Fan lowered his head and looked at Wei Yong's body with a blank expression. He knew that if he killed Wei Yong, he would invisibly offend the "Marquis of Blood-clothed" Wei Wuji.

A strong man at the peak of the Nascent Soul is absolutely unavailable to compete with Ye Fan's current strength.

But if Wei Yong was not killed, the fearless belief that he had always condensed would be affected.

The damage to the Tao is more terrifying than establishing a strong enemy!

Because of this, Ye Fan chose to kill Wei Yong without hesitation.

Immediately afterwards, he expanded the map and flew towards the Kan Kings in the West.

...

Qiang Kingdom, Cangyun City.

Cangyun City is located on the border of Qiang Kingdom and borders Ganguo. It is the most important transportation fortress in the east. Caravans between the two countries must transfer in Cangyun City, so the flow of people is huge.

But today, Cangyun City has changed its previous liveliness. The city is full of solemnity and the streets are empty. There are no people wandering around at all, just like a ghost town.

But five miles outside Cangyun City is a vast army.

Thousands of soldiers were wearing armor and crossed the war horses, and their fighting spirit soared into the sky, with big-working flags flying in the sky.

Today, Gan Kingdom hosted 100,000 troops and surrounded Cangyun City.

Suddenly, a young man walked out of the army, about twenty-seven or eight years old, wearing a purple gold crown on his head, his eyes were like stars, and he was powerful without anger. He walked and walked with his tiger steps, and his every move revealed an unparalleled spirit, as if he was born a king, and people dared not look directly at him.

This person is the prince of Ganguo—

Cao Wu!

Cao Wu looked at Cangyun City from afar, and said with a sound like a bell:

"The Lord of Cangyun City, the Japanese prince is leading his army to take down Cangyun City as a gift for his father's 70th birthday! Now, you either surrender to my hard-working iron cavalry, bow your head and submit, and open the city gate! Or I will break through the city gate by my soldiers and massacre the entire Cangyun City without leaving any living!"

Even though it was several miles away, Cao Wu's voice still fell into the ears of everyone in the city.

Some ordinary people hid at home, trembling with fear and silence.

They had long heard of the strength and domineeringness of doing big things, but they didn't expect that the butcher's knife would fall on their heads.

At this moment, the burly City Lord Cangyun, wearing armor and burly, climbed to the top of the city and shouted:

"Crown Prince of Gan, you actually covet the city of our Qiang Kingdom. You are really insatiable! However, our Qiang Kingdom is not easy to mess with. For thousands of years, I don't know how many people want to get involved in Cangyun City, but in the end they return in disgrace. Now you are no exception. If you don't believe it, just attack and try it!"

The voice of the Lord Cangyun City was full of confidence, and it seemed that he did not take the 100,000 soldiers of Ganguo seriously.

It’s not that he is too arrogant, but that he has complete confidence.

As an important gateway to the Qiang border, Cangyun City has a superior geographical location, easy to defend but difficult to attack.

When the Gan Kingdom army was approaching, the Lord of Cangyun City lit the beacon fire and wolf smoke.

At most one day, reinforcements from the Qiang Kingdom will arrive.

This means that the army of Ganguo must break through the gate of Cangyun City within one day.

But on the gate of Cangyun City, there are countless forbidden spells, secret techniques, and formations of Qiang powerhouses, which are comparable to the top magic weapon and are indestructible.

If Gan Kingdom attacked rashly, it would definitely cause heavy casualties and injuries, and would even be counter-surrounded by reinforcements from Qiang Kingdom. Even Prince Cao Wu might be captured alive.

...

At this moment, a cold and harsh voice came from the army of Ganguo:

"Hmph! A mere lord Cangyun City dares to be disrespectful to Your Highness. He is really seeking death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall and thin figure walked out of the army.

Looking from afar, I saw that the man's skin was pale, not white and red, but the pale and white scammer that had never seen the sunshine all year round.

He has a handsome appearance. He is not a few years older than Prince Cao Wu. His nose is tall and his mouth is slightly raised, and he outlines an evil and crazy smile. He is wearing a blood-red robe, which makes people feel a chill that penetrates his bones.

Some of the soldiers who were closer to the Ganguo Kingdom were trembling and instinctively afraid.

"Mr. Marquis, you are here!"

Prince Cao Wu's eyes lit up, and his tone became more earnest.

"Um!"

The man in red robe nodded.

Other soldiers from Ganguo were respectful to the prince, but his attitude was neither salty nor indifferent.

There is no doubt that he is one of the top ten powerful people in the country—

"Blood-clothed Marquis" Wei Wuji!

Wei Wuji has not made his debut for a long time, only more than ten years, but with his peak strength in the Nascent Soul, he easily became the most valued confidant of the king of Ganguo.

Wei Wuji is not only a powerful monk, but also plans on the battlefield, dominates the world, destroys cities and villages, and becomes the most terrifying nightmare for the enemy. Just mentioning his name is enough to make people scared.

This time when attacking Cangyun City, the crown prince Cao Wu was the chief general on the surface, but the real commander was Wei Wuji.

At this moment, Wei Wuji looked at the towering Cangyun City in the distance, his narrow eyes rose half apart, revealing a sinister light, and said word by word: "Your Highness, since the Lord of Cangyun City is stubborn, let me take his head!"

"The Marquis is sure to take action! The prince is here to appreciate the Marquis' heroic appearance!" Prince Cao Wu said in a deep voice.

Suddenly, Wei Wuji thought about it and suddenly a blood-colored sword appeared in his hand.

“Huh?”

Seeing this, Prince Cao Wu raised his eyebrows and looked surprised.

Everyone knows that the Blood-Clothed Marquis rarely uses weapons, because looking at the whole big fight, there are very few strong people who can force him to use weapons.

The weapon that the Blood-Clothed Marquis is really good at is the sword, but most of the people who have seen his sword skills have died under the sword.

It is a great opportunity to witness the use of the sword by the Blood-Clothed Marquis. Prince Cao Wu's eyes were wide open, not blinking, for fear of missing any exquisite movements.

"Swoosh!"

The next moment, Wei Wuji's figure flashed, as if he had disappeared from the spot, with an extremely fast speed.

Immediately afterwards, a blood rainbow appeared in the sky, and the Lingtian sword intent brewed in it, and the air around it was burned until it was boiling.
To be continued...