Yellow sand fills the sky, and the wind blows wildly.
The village has been filled with blood, corpses, mutilated corpses, and the strong smell of blood makes people want to vomit out everything in their stomachs.
He Jian, who was holding the sword, completely changed, becoming extremely sharp and arrogant. Although he only learned one residual technique, this move had the power to open up the world.
Ouyang Ming looked at it intently, and his old body had turned into a long sword that had been tempered for many times.
He stood up. Although his body was not tall enough, he seemed to be able to carry the rise and fall of the world on one shoulder. He lightly touched the edge of the sword with his fingers and said in a low voice: "I am just a mortal. I can't help the common people, but I am still flesh and blood. It's okay if you don't encounter this kind of thing. If you encounter it, I have to take care of my broken body. ." As the sound spread, an earth-shattering dragon-tiger power erupted from him.
Ouyang Ming's wrist made a crisp sound, and when it fell, the Blood Spear Dragon Slaughter was already in his hand.
The voice sounded like it was coming from hell: "Kill!"
There may be countless powerful enemies, or life or death may be uncertain, but he must go.
If this spear is not pierced, the will will be uneven, and the will will be uneven, and the heart will be difficult to follow. Therefore, this battle is unavoidable.
Ouyang Ming let out a breath of cold air, and with a thought, a white flame spread out from his palm. In an instant, a fire broke out. In the light of the fire, He Jian raised his sword and Ouyang Ming raised his gun. The two figures gradually disappeared on the other side of the yellow sand.
Half a day later.
In front of a small tribe, a ten-foot-long blood dragon opened its claws, its eyes flashed with blood, and majestic suction force erupted from its palm.
"Kacha", this human race in the extreme realm couldn't control his body and went straight towards the claws of the blood dragon. As if he was sent forward on his own initiative, his neck was broken by the blood dragon. He sucked it hard, and a weak blood power came out. It has been swallowed by it.
"Hmph, a humble, lowly ant, with only such a weak bloodline power." The blood dragon sneered and licked his lower lip lightly with his tongue.
"It's natural. How can this meager dragon and phoenix bloodline compare with the young master?" A six-foot-long blood dragon had a flattering smile on his face, and his face was full of flattery.
This is the blood dragon clan, which is notorious among the great ruins. They feed on human beings and devour the power of their blood.
But because this clan is very cunning, they built their nest on the edge of an unknown area, and they have three cunning rabbit holes. Even the strongest families in the human race had a lot of headaches, and over time, they stopped caring about it.
The man who was called the Young Master had a look of arrogance on his face, but he pretended to be mature and said: "For these grains, pick the young ones to bring back, and kill all the young and old ones." This voice was as smooth as ever. In his mind, killing is as simple as eating and drinking.
The more than a hundred blood dragons immediately roared and rushed forward, with fierce looks in their eyes.
In a moment, the tribe was dyed red with blood, the cold wind whimpered, and it was bone-chilling cold, and even half of the sky was dyed blood.
"Mom, I'm afraid." The voice was soft and waxy, extremely delicate.
I saw a girl with a ponytail trembling, with tears on her face, and the ponytail on her head was messy in the cold wind.
"Xiao Lan, don't be afraid. Come on, mother will carry you on her back." The woman was wearing linen, and her pupils were already covered with a layer of death. This day, for her, was like falling into hell. Her husband was arrested, her neighbors died, they escaped, and they were caught. Her sky seemed to collapse, and the whole world was left with nothing but Black and white. She was extremely desperate, but for Xiaolan, she couldn't fall.
At this moment, a mocking voice sounded.
"Young Master, there are two fish that slipped through the net ahead of us."
"Well, take the woman back and kill the child." The young master waved his hand, looking impatient.
"It's your order..." The first-level blood dragon pounced forward and pinched Xiaolan's throat.
The woman screamed, her hair disheveled, and she burst out with unimaginable strength. She hugged Xiaolan and refused to let go.
Father's love is like a mountain, mother's love is like water, they are the greatest power in the world. At this moment, she was like a lioness protecting her calf. Even if it was the sky that was pressing down on her, she would still block it.
But how easy is it for the Jida to block the Spirit One
The blood dragon flicked its claws outward, and an invisible wind gathered out of thin air and blew the woman out.
At the same time, he changed his moves again and hit the girl's heart directly, at an extremely fast speed.
The woman's eyes were filled with blood mist, every cell in her body screamed, her blood veins were burning, and blood and sweat flowed from every pore on her body. The spiritual energy in her dantian exploded, and with one step, a wave of energy beyond the limit broke out. Du, stood directly in front of Xiaolan. There was already a big hole in her back, and her strength flowed out of her body along with the blood. Her body became lighter and lighter, and there was a sweet smell in her throat, and a large mouthful of blood poured from her body into her mouth. But when he saw Xiaolan under him, he gathered his last breath and swallowed the blood by force.
She knew that Xiaolan was afraid of blood, and every time she got a trace of it, she would have to clean it for a long time.
How could she bear to ask her to spray his blood on her face and body? How long will she cry
She swayed slightly on her feet, the light in her eyes gradually disappeared, and she said with tears in her eyes: "Xiao Lan, it's not good for me to be my mother. I don't... protect... you..." She raised her arm, wanting to touch Xiao Lan's face for the last time. But the world in front of him shook rapidly, and the world suddenly shattered. She is dead and can never be touched again.
Xiaolan's vision went dark, her world collapsed, and there was a hint of numbness and confusion in her eyes.
"Are you asking me to make a fool of myself in front of the young master?" The blood dragon was so angry that he was afraid of thrusting his claws at Xiaolan's head. A cold light shone on his claws. If the claws were carried out, this humble ant's head would be as big as a watermelon. It cracked all at once. It likes to watch the enemy's plasma burst out. That feeling is, in one word, wonderful.
Close, getting closer!
But just when its claws were still an inch away from Xiaolan's head, a golden spear light suddenly shot through the air.
The tip of the spear was as fast as the wind, as fierce as fire, like thunder coming from the sky, and it was invincible if it was sharp.
A trace of panic flashed across the blood dragon's eyes. It widened its eyes and watched helplessly as the spear light falling from the sky passed by its body.
Its body fell heavily to the ground and broke into two pieces with a snap. Huge power continued to surge within its remaining body, instantly killing all its vitality.
Two figures, an old man and a young man, fell down like a hurricane, their bodies filled with evil aura.
Ouyang Ming glanced at He Jian and said in a cold voice, word by word: "Blood debt must be paid with blood!"
He Jian's eyes were no longer cloudy, and his eyes seemed to contain two bloody worlds. The long sword in his hand hummed. He gently pinched the hilt of the sword and said coldly: "Don't worry, if you are stained with blood today, none of these things can escape!" "
"How dare you meddle in my blood dragon clan's business? Don't you want to live?" A high-level blood dragon roared in a muffled voice, his face full of defiance.
The young master of the blood dragon also had a casual look on his face, and his eyes were full of provocation. This time, it brought four high-level spiritual beings with it. They went out together, so they had no fear.
Ouyang Ming didn't even raise his eyelids. He squatted down to make his voice as soft as possible. He looked at Xiaolan and asked, "What's your name?"
He raised his fingers to wipe away the blood stains on her face, but Xiaolan was like a frightened fox, with fear in his eyes and his thin body trembling, but he did not dare to avoid it and was cautious.
This scene made the softest part of Ouyang Ming's heart feel as if it had been touched.
His eyes were soft and he said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, I will avenge your mother."
After hearing this, Xiaolan's eyes regained a little sparkle, but she still didn't answer. There is nothing more sad than heartbreak.
Ouyang Ming glanced at the dead woman and stood up suddenly. His extremely strong murderous aura was released. The blood gun and dragon slaying light shone brightly, and countless rays of blood shone, as if even the sky was darkening. At this moment, he didn't want to cast a spell, but wanted to shower in blood and fight the strong with force, so that he could vent the evil spirit in his heart.
"Kill!" Before he could finish his words, he stepped out more than ten feet in one step, and a cold light flashed above the Blood Spear Dragon Slaughter.
He bowed and stepped forward, his center of gravity sank, and he pulled out a spear, directly piercing the heart of a blood dragon, and the devouring power exploded.
In an instant, the blood dragon collapsed inch by inch, leaving not even a trace of ashes.
"Hahaha, so happy!" Ouyang Ming roared, swayed, and flew out. In an instant, he was approaching a mid-level blood dragon, his eyes filled with murderous intent. A shot was taken out in shock, and then a hand was fired back, full of countless changes, and at the same time it gave people a sense of silence, which was difficult to fathom. With a "boom", the blood dragon's head was split in half, and blood spurted out, dyeing all Ouyang Ming's clothes red, making him shower in blood, as if he had just walked out of hell. of Shura.
Still standing still, he stepped forward with an arrow, and in a flash, he rushed towards the other mid-level blood dragon.
The blood dragon's huge body immediately became numb. Seeing Ouyang Ming's bloody eyes staring at him, he immediately screamed and screamed, feeling that all the courage in his body was scared away. He was already shocked by this person. The previous mid-level blood dragon was in his hand, and he had no power to fight back. How could he stop it? His whole body trembled and he shouted: "Young Master, save me!"
"You are seeking death!"
When Young Master Jiaolong saw this scene, his expression changed slightly, he waved his paw forward and said in a cold voice: "I want to drink with this person's heart!"
"Yes!" Two blood dragons about thirty feet long flew out with majestic momentum.
It had reached the level of a high-level spiritual beast and headed straight for Ouyang Ming.
But Ouyang Ming didn't even raise his eyelids, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he struck with the spear. The blood dragon's eyes widened. He looked at the world for the last time, vomited blood, and fell to the ground with a "bang", angry. Absolutely dead.
"Fight!" Ouyang Ming roared. Instead of retreating, he charged towards the two high-level aliens.
As for He Jian, he seemed to be unhurried and unhurried, and every strike could be seen clearly.
But the strange thing is that not a single alien can hide away. Every time a sword is struck, a blood dragon will fall into a pool of blood.
And there is not even a drop of blood on his body. He can truly kill a dragon in ten steps and leave no trace behind in a thousand miles.
In just one cup of tea, more than ten blood dragons died in his hands.