Everyone in the room did not expect that there would be a so-called stronger dragon slaying technique?

However, the magic arts that cost human lives must not be orthodox arts, but sorcery magic arts!

Master Liu widened his eyes and said, "Brother Wei, they are my most trusted subordinates. How can you treat them like this?"

What he was referring to was naturally the seven men in Qingpao.

Wei Rui advances: "Those who make big things don't stick to the trivial. It's no big deal to sacrifice a few of your men, Brother Liu, you have to change your mentality."

Master Liu looked at the few people in Qingpao who were screaming, frowned, and said, "Brother Wei, even if you don’t care about other people’s lives, you are not using orthodox techniques after all, but you will suffer. To the backlash!"

Wei Ruijin said nonchalantly: "Don't worry, I have my own measures. For the sake of my great cause of slaying the dragon, even if I need to take some risks, what's the problem?"

Master Liu was very helpless about this, but he knew very well that Wei Rui's move was their last hope. If Wei Rui was not allowed to try it, they would all be killed by Panlong!

After some thoughts, Master Liu decided not to stop and let Wei Ruijin do it.

As for the tragedy of those Qingpao people and the cry for help, he could only ignore it.

Master Liu said indifferently, "Brother Wei, I can't hold it for long, you'd better hurry up."

"Well, it will be done soon."

In the process of talking with Master Liu, Wei Ruijin did not stop, and continued to operate the spells.

However, Zhou Gaocen and the others are extremely painful, the spiritual power in the Dantian Qihai, as well as the original essence and blood, are being madly absorbed by the power of the golden short sword!

They were frightened and angry about this, and they wished to break Wei Rui into pieces!

But the stronger this negative emotion, the more unstoppable the power of the golden dagger.

At this time, Panlong's attack finally came.

But they all felt that this might also be a relief.

But before the attack really fell, those golden daggers had already turned into red blood swords and flew out quickly.

Bang bang bang...

After several explosions, the Cyclops and the seven green-robed men were suddenly blasted to pieces!

Zhou Gaocen used a one-eyed dragon as a substitute for the dead ghost and escaped the attack of the beaulieu, but in the end he could not escape death.

The golden short sword he used before also turned into a blood sword, and then flew away from his hand.

At this time, Zhou Gaocen was already dead, turned into a corpse, and fell weakly down!

And the nine blood swords took out a bright red trajectory and flew quickly to the sky.

Wherever he went, there was a **** and cold aura, and it was filled with strong resentment and anger. In a blink of an eye, most of the sky was enveloped in blood red!

Afterwards, nine blood swords hovered high in the air, erected and rotated.

Immediately afterwards, a **** fierce wind formed all around, the sound of howling, like the howling of ghosts and wolves, and the screams of Zhou Gaocen and others, especially eerie and terrifying!

The most important thing is that the strength of the power has reached the extraordinary eightfold, and it is still improving!

The Beaulieu, who had been hit hard before, slowed down, raised his head and looked up, and then said with a little disdain, "You tried so hard to kill so many companions just to make this shit?"

The golden long sword that Wei Rui entered in his hand had also turned blood red.

He smiled slyly, as if he was confident in his technique, and said: "This trick, called the Blood Dragon Slaying Technique, will definitely put you to death!"

Up to this time, Lu Ping'an was able to determine that Wei Ruijin's magical technique was a veritable sorcery!

In order for Wei Ruijin to realize his ideals, it can be said that he was deliberately deliberate, and he actually hid a magic technique in the dragon slaying technique.

And Lu Ping'an felt that this evil technique was not as simple as it seemed at the moment.

It is hard to say whether or not Panlong can be killed, but it is estimated that it will cause severe damage.

However, Lu Ping's second thought, it seemed that Wei Ruijin would do such a thing.

Wei Ruijin just wanted to become the so-called strongest hunter. Perhaps in his personal concept, there is no difference between good and evil, good and evil, as long as it is a magic or method that helps hunting, it is good.

Master Liu sighed when he saw this, and said, "It really is a wicked technique."

Wei Rui advances: "No, this is not just so simple as a sorcery, it is the strongest technique that has condensed a lifetime's hard work!"

Master Liu said: "It doesn't matter anymore. Killing Panlong is over."

Wei Rui said, "But for me, killing Panlong is just the beginning of my legend!"

"Don't be wishful thinking here anymore, you ants, give me ashes!"

Panlong shouted angrily, and the blue-black power surged again.

This time it was no longer scattered attacks, but gathered into a big river-like form.

But before the beast dragon officially launched an attack, the nine blood swords above had new changes.

Under their continuous rotation, in addition to a **** tornado around them, a thick red cloud layer appeared above them.

Gradually, a huge whirlpool appeared in the clouds, deep and terrifying, as if the ancient monster opened its mouth in the blood basin, trying to swallow all things in the world!

In that whirlpool, there seemed to be an endless stream of mighty power, madly poured into the nine blood swords.

After a while, the overall power of the nine blood swords actually reached the triple strength of the Holy Spirit Realm!

Lu Ping'an, Pan Long, and Master Liu in the room couldn't help being surprised.

No matter what method Wei Ruijin uses, it is always extremely incredible that he can condense such a powerful offensive with Yuanyang's seventh realm of strength.

It seems that the facts are as he said, this is not just as simple as sorcery!

But Lu Pingan and Master Liu were simply surprised, but Benlong needed to respond, so its eyes became serious and cautious.

"I have to say that this trick of yours still surprised me a bit. A weak ant like you can also use such a strong offensive, but you want to defeat me with this, it is still too naive!"

With that said, Panlong turned its blue and black power around, like a river, thrusting up high into the sky!

The Beaulieu let out a deafening dragon roar, and the power of that blue-black attack surged, if there was a tendency to break through the sky!

"Come on, Panlong, let's have a fight!"

Wei Rui yelled in violently, raised the scarlet sword high, and slashed down suddenly!

In the deep vortex, a slightly deep cry suddenly came out.

It didn't sound like a bird chirping, but rather weird.

Then, the nine blood swords and the **** vortex were spinning more and more rapidly...

The next moment, I saw a big blood-red bird rushing out from the depths of the whirlpool!

The shape of the big bird is a golden-winged roc bird, the difference is that it has no sense of the majesty of the holy god, but the whole body is red, full of blood and evil, like a demon bird flying out of the Jiuyou Hell!

At the same time, the nine blood swords quickly merged into the demon bird, and merged with them, with surging power and blood red aura, swooping towards the benlong!

Wei Ruijin smiled and said, "You said before that my Golden Winged Roc Bird is not strong enough, then I will let you see what is stronger now. It's a pity that you will die!"

Beaulieu didn't reply, but slammed the dragon's tail abruptly, which strengthened its offensive, and Longwei became more pure and fierce.

In an instant, the **** devil bird and the benlong's river-like offensive slammed into each other...

Boom!

A loud noise, accompanied by surging wind and waves, swelled around!

This entire space has a noticeable sense of vibration, and it seems that it might break apart!

However, in the confrontation between the two offensives, a stalemate was briefly formed.

Although Beaulieu's attack was obviously stronger, making the blood pressure of the blood evil much weaker, but after all, there was no way to defeat the **** demon bird at once.

Wei Rui's figure trembled, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but he still didn't give up. With a wave of his hand, he threw the **** long sword in his hand.

The blood-colored long sword is a middle-rank magic weapon of the heavenly rank, but under the influence of this whole set of "blood dragon slaying technique", it exerts a power that is no less than the high-rank magic weapon of the heavenly rank.

The nine blood swords in the demon bird also moved at the same time, bypassing the green and black attacks, and flew towards the body of the dragon along with the blood long sword!