"Qing Nu! You three, don't do stupid things. Xuan Kui is not worth dying for him!" Wen Pei was very anxious when he saw the three female disciples pointing their swords at Qin Dong. Unlike Qu Lin, these three female disciples took care of each other with Wen Pei on weekdays, but they had accumulated quite a lot of affection.
Qin Dongfang's method of defeating Xuan Kui was so powerful and domineering that they could not resist it. How could Wen Pei watch the three of them die under Qin Dong's hands
The three female disciples were already hesitant, but after hearing Wen Pei's words, they didn't know what to do. Their expressions were full of contradictions and pain.
"Qingnu, don't forget that the three of you have signed a slave contract with your adoptive father. If there is anything wrong with me, the three of you will still not survive, and your death will be even worse!" Seeing that the three women seemed to be shaken, Xuan Kui hurriedly threatened him. [
Thinking of the evil and horror of the slave contract, the three female disciples finally strengthened their determination and pointed their swords at Qin Dong no longer trembling. When Xuan Kui saw it, he felt at ease and no longer wasted any time. With a flick of his wrist, a blood-red dagger about a foot long turned into a blood-red light from his sleeve and soared into the sky.
As soon as the blood-red dagger was drawn out, an unusually large and terrifying aura filled the surrounding air, making people's faces change in horror.
"Is this the legendary evil soldier - the blood knife?" Qin Dong frowned slightly as he looked at the blood knife that was circling and flying in the sky, constantly releasing a bloody aura.
As soon as the blood knife came out, Xuan Kui seemed to have found confidence again. He smiled evilly and said, "Not bad! I can't tell, but you have some knowledge. Since you know that this is a blood knife, you should also know that once the blood knife comes out, unless you drink It only takes blood all over one’s body, otherwise it will never come back.”
"That's right! I heard someone say that." Qin Dong said lightly.
"Hahaha... In this case, you should be prepared and have a taste of the blood knife!" Amid laughter, Xuan Kui clasped his hands in front of his chest, and the spiritual power in his body seemed to open a floodgate, rushing and roaring. , regardless of the cost, the surge was injected into the blood knife. And with the injection of Xuan Kui's spiritual power, the light emitted by the blood knife became more and more frighteningly red, and the buzzing sound made by the slight trembling of the blade became more and more frightening.
At this time, Zhuang Hu's expression changed drastically, and he said in disbelief, "Why did Emperor Xuan give the blood knife to Xuan Kui?"
After hearing this, Wen Pei said with a bitter look on his face, "Not only the Blood Sword, Emperor Xuan even passed the 'Blood Sword' to him. Huzi, the Blood Sword is very evil and powerful, can Young Master Qin resist it?"
Although Zhuang Hu had great confidence in Qin Dong, he had seen with his own eyes that Emperor Xuan used a blood knife to suck all the blood from a ninth-level monk. The horror and evil of the blood knife had long been deeply rooted in his heart.
With his eyes rolling, Zhuang Hu hurriedly shouted to the three female disciples standing in front of Qin Dong, "Sister Qingnu, get out of the way quickly. It's still too late to stop him now!"
"I'm sorry, we... we can't!" The female disciple named Qingnu shook her head with pain and guilt.
Just when Zhuang Hu and Wen Pei were anxiously thinking about ways to persuade them, Zhuang Hu suddenly saw Qin Dong stretching out his palm, and the clear golden and silver spiritual power in the palm of his hand was pulsing like flames. There is no doubt that Qin Dong is going to take action, which makes Zhang Zhuanghu even more anxious.