Vol 3 Chapter 1568: Mystery knife

"It’s a coincidence that I have been to the cemetery for half a year, and I’ve seen the Terran Warriors for the first time. I don’t know your blood, what it’s like to drink.

The blood man, revealing a cruel smile, turned into a light and rushed directly toward Lingfeng.
The five people on the scene, in his view, Lingfeng is a little threatening, but it is only a little bit more, a heavy Emperor Wudi, he did not know how many kills.
"Go, I will block him first!"
At the first sight of Ling Feng, he noticed that he was not the opponent of this person. The other party has the repair of the three Emperor Wudi, and it is also the genius of the Devils, and the talent is certainly not low.
In the case of talented qualifications, repairing has become the only standard for comparative combat, only one high. Ling Feng is still sure to tie it into a tie, higher than two, that can only insist on a hundred strokes.
However, if this group of younger brothers and sisters can escape far enough, they can withdraw after they insist on fifty strokes.
The long knife is squirted, and between the blood and the light, Ling Feng smashes out, and the knives of the knives permeate between the blades, stirring up the boundless wind.
This knife, violent and unparalleled, derived a storm vision, in the sky behind Ling Feng, there were nine storms.
Hey!
The light is rewinded, and the man is out of shape, with a trace of blood on his mouth. The body fluttered and landed on a tombstone with a stunned look in his eyes.
"Don't go, this demon warrior is not the opponent of Feng Ge!"
Chad this scene, Ling Feng several younger brothers and sisters overjoyed, thought that the blood man was injured by Ling Feng, actually rebelled to kill the past.
"come back!"
This scene can scare Ling Feng, shouting anxiously.
He has a strength of 70%, but he can barely repel the opponent's random move, the gap is extremely high. But these younger brothers and sisters, their eyesight is too low, and they have not seen it.
"Interesting, luck is really good, actually met a Terran celestial leader. Your blood, afraid of the top delicious, can help me to another level!"
Above the tombstone, the blood man did not look at it. Several people flew toward him, and both hands were free to grab.
Hey, the two men who flew toward him, the chest was immediately scratched. The two eyes were wide-eyed, and the painful and tangled face was dead.
When they reached for a loose, the two of them slammed into the ground and completely lost their breath.
The other three were scared and pale, and flew in different directions. The blood man did not have any control. His eyes only had Ling Feng.
Among the eyes, there is a wild light, just like animals see food, sparkling with cold light.
"Don't you go? Want to give you these companions, create time to leave? Then you are too confident, can pick up my five strokes, it is your limit."
The blood man was cold and proud, and he had a long sword in his hand. The sword was out of the sheath, and the sword light filled the world and creaked.
Rumble!
Along the way, the tombs exploded directly, and the air suddenly flew across the body.
The man, turned into a bloodline, with infinite swordsmanship, flying with a sword.
This sword, which is not working, is simply and rudely using its speed and strength to straighten the heart of Lingfeng.
Between the electric and the flint, Ling Feng crossed the knife in front of his chest, and he slammed out.
The arm was numb, and almost no knife could hold it. Looking at the blood man again, there was a hint of horror in his eyes.
"Yes, picking up a sword of 60% of my strength, the knife has not fallen. If you let me improve like this, with your talent, it is not necessarily your opponent."
The blood man, holding a long sword, said calmly.
Hey!
Ling Feng recognizes the status quo, the discovery of tragedy, and underestimates the strength of this person in his own eyes. His eyes flashed a bit of decisiveness and turned away.
"Can you escape?" The man's eyes flashed a hint of teasing, not keeping up with it.
The two chased one, one escaped, and the blood man was completely playing with Ling Feng. Always giving him a glimmer of hope, he is annihilating, but at half an hour, Ling Feng has been bruised and bruised, physically and mentally exhausted, and embarrassed.
"Ha ha ha, don't run away, be my food, I will let you die without any pain."
The man, laughing wildly and sullen, looks terrible in this piece of endless graveyard.
"Hate, if I am giving me a year, I need to be so embarrassed!"
Ling Feng spit out a blood and looked at the endless graveyard, giving birth to a desperate mood. He has just become an emperor, his glory has just begun, and in the golden age, he still has to emerge. Is it really necessary to be buried here?
"Where is this where I ran?"
In the middle of nowhere, Ling Feng suddenly felt a shock, a chill, swept the whole body.
He turned his head and saw that there was a pair of blood-colored flashes on the graves around the hundred miles. It was like something...
"Blood Raven!"
He woke up and scared him almost to the ground. The flashing blood was the eyes of the blood crow. A pair, thousands, all staring at him.
"Well, I am running to the blood crow's nest. No, the blood crow's nest, in the east of the city is the west of the city. Here, the blood crows are all motionless."
Soon, the mind of the sharp, he found the strange things here.
If you take it carefully, you will find that the blood crows here are all tamed. Although staring at him, he could not move, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone.
Dangdang!
The breeze blew, with the sound of a wind chime, drifting with this.
"what sound?"
Between the gaze and the shooting, Ling Feng looked at the direction of the source of the sound, only to find that the corners of a chariot can be seen in a few graves surrounded by ten miles.
The wind bells seem to have been uploaded from this chariot.
Screaming and snoring, the sound of the wind rang, but the blood man chased it. Ling Feng couldn't care much, speeded up and ran in the direction of the chariot.
Pure black chariots, squares covered with quaint curtains, carved on the curtains, through the gaps in the curtain, you can see a figure in it.
On the two side frames of the chariot, there are three knives, a total of six handles, and different shapes. It looks very simple, just like the decoration of the chariot itself, it is natural.
Ling Feng was the swordsman. The first time, I felt the extraordinaryness of these six-handed knives. All of them are soldiers!
Looking into the field of vision, in the position where the driver is supposed to be, in the center of the chariot, a knife with a sheath is inserted. In front of the two black horses, squatting on the reins, quietly head down.
"Seven knives, each handle is a soldier!"
Ling Feng was shocked by his own discovery. He felt a glimmer of hope. He quickly said: "The predecessors were Kunlun martial artists, and the late generation Ling Feng was being chased by a demon king's son. They also asked the seniors to save."
Dangdang!
The sound of the wind chimes became even bigger. Ling Feng discovered that this is what the wind chimes sound. It is clearly the knife that the seven-handed squadron sent out in the trembling.
"Anyone who is hard to protect himself has saved you?"
The man who has been chasing all the way, his eyes flashed a madness and disdain, sarcasm. In the Kunlun world, he saw more people who pretended to be ghosts. This group of people did not know how much he was killed by him.
"Do you not believe it? Then I will kill the man who is the of the gods, and come to take your Jianming!"
The man vacated and flew a sword, ready to squat to the black chariot.
At the moment he got up, the beautiful wind chimes stopped short. The knife that was inserted at the forefront of the chariot, slammed, and bounced heavily.
Seeing a smear of knives flashing, the sky is filled with two million blood clouds, and the dazzling knives illuminate the dimly lit space.
The shocked, crows screamed, thumped, and the crows sang, and the wings flew.
When the knife light disappeared, Ling Feng opened his mouth and found that the skull of the blood man had been directly degraded.
The knife that flew out, slamming, re-inserted on the chariot, and slamming, the body of the blood man also exploded in a moment.
The knife was so fast that the blood man's body had not yet had time to fall to the ground, and it was blown into a fog by the knife.
Ling Feng was surprised and closed his mouth. Looking back, the knife was not contaminated with a trace of blood.
Dangdang, the long knife trembled, the crisp and cold wind chimes, and sounded again.