Funing County.

The ninth floor of Big Wild Goose Pagoda.

Qingyun Seven Swords, Donghai Yun Biehe and others never thought that one day they would be attacked by the two powerful masters before and after them.

It's almost like being in a dream, it feels a bit unreal.

During the fight, they felt more and more the oppressive power of the master level on those below.

The Zoroastrian Saint Shi Yiyun and the Left Protector Dong Wenjun didn't seem to use all their strength, but they spent their time slowly, and they were playing tricks like a cat and a mouse.

"If this continues, our internal strength will be exhausted and we will all die!"

Yang Taidao, the master of Xianhe Sect.

Everyone else knew what he said, but no one could think of a solution in a short period of time.

"Feng Quan, get up!" Donghai Yun Biehe said suddenly.

"Don't pretend to be dead. I know it's okay. If you don't respond, I will kill you with my next move." Donghai Yun Biehe shouted again.

Feng Quan, who was lying motionless on the stairs, moved his hands and feet a few times, then raised his head with a depressed look on his face.

He originally wanted to pretend to be dead and look for an opportunity to run away, but who knew that Yun Biehe would find out.

"Feng Quan, take action with all your strength now."

Donghai Yun Biehe was also very uncomfortable. They were trying their best, but Feng Quan was pretending to be dead, trying to get through. How could this be possible?

Feng Quan had no choice but to get up. After he joined the battle group, he shouted to Dong Wenjun: "Lord Protector Zuo, we people in the world have not offended the Zoroastrian Cult. Why are you planning to kill us?"

What Feng Quan was confused about was also what others were confused about, but no one except Feng Quan was willing to ask directly.

The reason is very simple. Since Dong Wenjun and others have set a trap, they will not be allowed to leave alive. It is of little significance whether they know the reason or not.

"We have no hatred, but we need you." Dong Wenjun smiled slightly. He spoke in a gentle manner, like a gentle scholar.

"I understand, some of you are practicing blood-sucking demonic skills to absorb our blood essence and internal energy." Feng Quan suddenly shouted.

Dong Wenjun smiled slightly and did not deny it.

Everyone's hearts dropped.

From the behavior of the young man on the ninth floor after he caught Wang Tong, we can see that Feng Quan's words are correct.

As a result, they couldn't even kneel down and beg for mercy.

The Zoroastrian people just wanted to use them as food and feed them to the young man.

With the internal energy of so many masters, I'm afraid that young man can really break through to the master level.

They are all well-known people in the world. Many of them have heard about the horror of the Blood Demon since they were children. At that time, Zoroastrianism was called the Demon Cult, and most of them were worshiped by the Blood Demon's actions.

The blood demon has been dead for many years, and no one has successfully practiced the blood-sucking demon technique. At this moment, the Zoroastrian Cult, who is deliberately planning, may create another "blood demon".

"You are playing with fire. The blood demon is causing harm to mankind. It should not exist in this world at all. You will be punished by God." One of the warriors could not help but curse.

"God's punishment? Back then, the Southern Dynasty was torn apart, the world was in chaos, and bones were exposed in the wild. In just a few years, more than a million people died in the world, and at least tens of millions died in a few decades. Why didn't God's punishment appear? How many butchers lived to be a hundred

Years old!" Dong Wenjun sneered, and the original warmth in his voice disappeared, instead it was filled with a cold air.

"Those were troubled times..." someone replied.

"So what in the prosperous times? How many innocent people died? Mr. Dong studied history since he was a child. When he was older, he studied history. From the history books over the years, he only saw two words... cannibalism!"

"You don't have to be aggrieved. In this world, either you eat me or I eat you. Whoever is strong is the master. If you are weak, you are food." Dong Wenjun's eyes showed even more madness.

He stretched out his hand, and with a pop, he scratched the chest of a warrior, and pulled out his heart alive, and blood sprayed out.

"Don't get distracted, otherwise you will die if you get distracted."

Donghai Yunbiehe shouted hurriedly.

As Donghai Yun Biehe said, distraction will lead to death. In front of the master, no mistakes are allowed.

"I'm sorry, I struck too hard. You shouldn't die in my hands. If you die, it won't taste right." Dong Wenjun calmed down his crazy eyes and slowed down his strikes.

Although Dong Wenjun no longer attacked with all his strength, the chill in everyone's hearts became more and more serious, and the pressure was like a heavy burden.

Even a fierce person like Donghai Yun Biehe had a look of despair in his eyes.

“Wang Tong’s taste is quite good, not bad.”

At this time, on the ninth floor, there was a snap, and Wang Tong's body was drained of essence and blood, turning into a mummy and falling to the ground.

"Great Saint, you can continue." The evil young man took out his handkerchief and gently wiped the remaining blood at the corner of his mouth. The bloodshot eyes were thicker, almost covering the entire pupil.

"Gee, Mr. Long, you are quite fast. I will bring you the next one."

Shi Yiyun's laughter was like a silver bell. In the eyes of Qingyun Seven Swords, her body suddenly became faster, like a flash of lightning flashing across. In just a moment, Shi Yiyun returned to the same place, but at this time she already had more in her hands.

one person.

"One less person."

Shi Yiyun threw the captured warrior to the evil young man...

"I would rather die than let you suck blood!"

After discovering that Shi Yiyun was playing with them, one of them had a mental breakdown. He raised his palm and slapped the Tianling Cap on the top of his head.

The Tianling Cap exploded, his brains exploded, and the warrior fell to the ground and died.

"There is still a chance, don't mess up, don't mess up."

Yuan Shi, the eldest sister of Qingyun Seven Swords, shouted.

If they continue to die like this, there will be fewer and fewer people left, and they will become more and more hopeless.

But most of the warriors who have cultivated to this level are strong-willed and are still struggling to support themselves.

At this time, the evil man had finished sucking the second warrior. He took out his handkerchief to wipe the corners of his mouth again and looked at everyone.

More than half an hour has passed, and the sword formation of Qingyun Seven Swords is slightly scattered.

No one can maintain a sword formation for a long time. After all, the sword formation of Qingyun Seven Swords cannot compare to that of a true master.

During this fight, Yuan Shi really saw the difference between the two, and lost most of his previous self-confidence.

At this moment, Shi Yiyun chuckled, she caught a flaw, and the ribbon was caught in the sword light.

Yuan Shi and the other seven people immediately spurted blood and fell back, and the sword formation instantly fell into pieces.

The Qingyun Sword Formation itself is a whole. Under normal circumstances, if one or two people are missing, it can be used reluctantly, but that is against ordinary opponents.

When the Qingyun Sword Formation faces a martial arts master like Shi Yiyun, it cannot tolerate any mistakes. As long as there is a slight flaw, the sword formation will be destroyed by the master.
Chapter completed!