Within the **** knife, it comes with the great blood magic, which is the secret of the gods.

However, after careful study by Fang Yuan, he discovered that this is not magic, but the method of calling the magic!

The ultimate goal is to wake up a god! Big Gorefiend God!

This demon invaded the world at the time of Taikoo, but was defeated by the Emperor of Heavenly Emperor, and the corpse was suppressed, but the realm of the realm, although dead, tempted Ou Zhizi to forge his bones as a magic soldier, and branded a big blood magic into it.

The warrior who cultivates the great blood magic will unconsciously communicate the great blood demon god, become his shackles or substitutes, and rush for his resurrection plan.

It is a pity that after several generations of blood-staining knives, it is a fateful journey. If nothing happens, it will die.

"According to the big blood demon **** that I am currently gathering, he is not from the spiritual world, nor is it the demon world, but the height of the realm is probably at the level of the demon and the emperor!"

"Unfortunately, in the First World War, his body was broken, and he was already dead. The current method of calling the magic is to call back some of his gods from the long river of history and the remnants. It can be said that it is helpless. law!"

"But even so, working with Him is tantamount to tackling the skin with the tiger, but I am just a distraction, with a retreat, and I can venture to find wealth!"

The dreamer's sleepwalking technique, even if the body is dead, the body is not much damage, this is the reliance of Fang Yuan.

Thinking of this, there was a hint of perseverance on his face, and he released the restrictions on the blood knife.

"Awful... I can't think of the knife master of this generation. Like me, it is also the magic of the sky! But this kind of source...you are the devil from the demon world?!"

The big blood demon **** is arrogant.

"You know it, I am just a distracted path, there are many devils behind!"

Fang Yuan did not hesitate to pick up the tiger skin.

"Oh... the reputation of the devil, you don't have to say that I know!"

The big blood monster **** sneered a little: "But if you want to be a demon, it is difficult to go to heaven, the road is very good, the road is very! The devil must master the road of self, but not the emperor's personality in some worlds, as long as the world supports it, the difficulty It’s much smaller than the demon! For example, the Emperor of Heaven’s sword...”

"The Emperor Sword... is it strong?"

Fang Yuan’s face turned solemn.

This Gorefiend is the emperor of other worlds, and is still defeated by the Emperor Sword Lord, enough to see the sharpness of the warrior that year.

At this point, there is no difference between the martial arts and the gods.

"Nature is very strong. What is the top ten soldiers in the world? It is only the rank of the weapon spectrum... In fact, a sword of the Emperor is even more terrible than the other nine handles! Because that is the authority of this heaven and earth! The sword master is dealing with me, that is, the real way for the heavens, the blessing of the talents of the heavens and the earth, terrible! Terrible!"

The **** demon gods have a lingering sound, and immediately turned into a strange smile: "But this kind of air transport son, it is very difficult to come to the world, the last time the Emperor Sword Lord did not get well, was my great blood magic to ruin the gods I’m afraid I’ll get a troop for ten years!”

"Since you are so powerful, why is the blood knife still only the tenth of the magic soldier?" Fang Yuanwen said, suddenly turned a blind eye.

"..." The big blood demon **** is a stagnation, as if it was picked up, and then roared after a while: "There is only a part of the blood knife, if you have a **** magic, and collect all my gods, then what are the top ten magic soldiers? The first seven killing tiger knives have to stand by!"

"The ancient weapon spectrum, the ranking is recognized by the world martial arts ..."

Fang Yuan shook his head.

This weapon spectrum is written by Anonymous, which is subtle and subtle, no less than any natural skill.

The six poles of the Shenbing Villa, as well as the method of breaking the seal and repairing the magic soldiers, are also from this spectrum.

Even now, when Fang Yuan revisits the six-pole martial arts, he has to admit that this method is quite ingenious in its operation, which is commendable.

"These rankings don't go unchecked. According to what you said, your magic body is ever-changing, and you won't grind it. Ordinary people will know that it is a different treasure at a glance. The Jiang family collection can also understand! Just... after seven days The opportunity of the ancient seven stars to fight the river, we go to the old house of Jiangjia, with your god, can you sense some of the residuals?"

Fang Yuan nodded.

"Why do you have such trouble? With your martial arts, directly into the Jiang family, will you not take it away?" The **** demon **** roared: "The killing power, the greater the power of the blood knife, I Can help you more."

"Get it! Then I will be infamous. The whereabouts are traced and killed by the whole martial arts." Fang Yuan turned a blank eye: "I am only a martial artist at this time. I really have to encounter many sieges, but I still have a lot of power. And then... Even if I am a big fan, kill all the inmates, and I am afraid that this is the world’s counterattack. The Emperor’s sword is born. Although I am very interested in this sword, it is not the present!”

"..." The Great Blood Monster is silent for a moment, because this is the road to its failure: "Are you really the demon of the demon world? Not at all like rumors... so unhappy!"

"I am just a distraction. It is the most important thing to succeed with minimal strength!" Fang Yuan shrugged his shoulders, and it was indifferent.

......

After seven days, the bridge was broken.

The news of the ancient seven-star battle against the flower swords has already spread throughout the county. I don’t know how many warriors from nearby counties and counties rushed to death, and they came to witness the martial arts event.

In fact, if it is not too short, there may be more warriors coming.

At this time, the three-story, three-story crowd, the waters on both sides of the Jiangjiang River Bridge were unsettled.

Above the bridge deck, there is only one ancient seven-star, standing on the sword, and seems to be closing his eyes.

Bang!

At noon, watching the lively warriors burst into flames and automatically let a road open.

The Huajian Shenjian and Jiang’s ancestors’ rivers are moving away from the market. They look at the city’s smiles and hold their fists to the Quartet. They occasionally talk to a few familiar knights. It’s like a businessman who is a good-natured businessman. Not guilty.

"Jiang Li, you are finally here!" Gu Qixing opened his eyes.

In an instant, there was a bright white lightning flash in the void, and the iron lion battle stood behind the ancestors of the river, and did not dare to look at it.

‘This person, even a hundred feet of gimmicks go further, the Vietnam War is more and more brave, it really is the enemy of Jiang’s ancestors! ’

Worried on the cheeks, I couldn’t help but lower my head and clench my fists.

"The younger brother, the old bones, the old bones, today is a life to accompany the gentleman, but also hope that you have to take it apart..."

Jiang’s ancestors took the bridge and grinned, revealing yellowish and sparse teeth.

"Old man, today is not your death, that is, I am dead!"

The ancient seven stars slammed the sword.

At this time, he has forgotten the onlookers of countless martial arts people around him, and he has forgotten his original purpose and the actions that invisible roads may already be.

After all, what he has to face is a great master of martial arts.

If there is still a distraction at this time, the one who died must be him.

Hey!

The two swords intersect, like a thunder.

Many martial arts people are waiting for it, watching this martial battle peak matchup.

......

Jiang's ancestral home.

This is the fundamental place of the Jiang family, and the courtyard is deep.

Even today, the Jiang family ancestors and the magic road swords are more than swords, attracting many ethnic groups to go, and the inside is still tightly guarded.

On the back of Fang Yuan, the blood-sucking knife was wrapped in cloth, wearing a brawl, and walking in various courtyards, such as a leisurely walk, even can be said to be unscrupulous.

After all, even if you are embarrassed, there is a magic door, but you can't do anything about him.

"How? Can you find it?"

He doesn't have much information about Jiang's old house, but the big blood-devil **** on his back is the best detector. According to the induction of the body, he guides him in the direction: "Left left! I feel, very Close!"

Jiang Jiabao.

"Who?"

The two guards with swords seemed to be aware of it. Looking in the direction of the gate, they immediately saw a shadow and relaxed: "It turned out to be Miss San."

A cyan skirt, like a lotus leaf, the skin is white, and the first smile is: "Before Qing Qing had the promise of his ancestors, and rewarded two bottles of flowers, specially asked for the uncles and uncles!"

"Hundred flowers aging? This wine is a medicinal wine, can solve a hundred poisons, no disease to drink, strong bones and strong bones, ancestors actually allowed you two bottles?"

A middle-aged swordsman smiled and licked his mouth, apparently familiar with the girl: "Unfortunately today's ancestors are not there, or will you come back tomorrow?"

"That's all..."

Qingqing's eyes turned and smiled and said: "Today, Qingqing came to know that the two uncles worked hard, and they also brought a snack to them. If they don't eat, they don't give them a face."

"Haha!"

The two swordsmen looked at each other: "Since it is green, then..."

boom!

As soon as I said it, I saw that the food box burst and a white mist exploded.

"not good!"

The two swordsmen were shocked, and immediately became a fascinated look, so they fell to the ground.

"Oh... let your oily swindle like a ghost, but also drink the aging mother's foot washing water!" Qing Qing smiled like a little fox stealing a fat chicken, with a small song in his mouth, stepping forward on two swordsmen Search, a strange dragon-shaped key is in his hand.

"There are only half of this pair of dragon spoons, and half of them are secrets of the owner, but how can it be difficult to pour me?"

She changed her tricks, and another dragon-shaped key emerged on her hand. The two buttons were interlocked and inserted into the back door of the treasure house.

Bang!

The heavy iron gate crashed away from the side, and the treasure house of Jiangjia was in existence.

But the girl’s look is suddenly sluggish.

Among the treasure houses, a white dress wins the snow, and the eyes are like electricity. It seems to be able to penetrate the hearts of the people: "The magic door is invisible? Chen is waiting for a long time!"

The little demon woman suddenly felt as if she was seen through the whole body, and the invisible pressure forced her to move.

......

"Arrived!"

Fang Yuan turned over a wall and could feel the urgency of the blood knife behind him.

But at this time, what appeared in front of him was a small garden.

"In front, three points into the ground!"

The **** of the big blood demon **** is also somewhat weird.

When Fang Yuan came forward, he picked a toe and dug a black stone: "This is part of your body? It is used as a stepping stone in the garden for people to step on. Losing your body before you boast that your body is a different treasure... Haha... haha! Smile me!"

He laughed and laughed, but the **** knife behind him was silent for a long time, and his grief was extremely extreme.