Fang Hao was pushed aside, and his eyes were almost ruthless, but there was no opportunity to kill the other party at this time! You can't take risks yet...

Zhang San grabbed it with one hand, and the golden sword, which was only one inch in size, appeared between his right palm.

Looking at the golden sword in the right palm, he used his divine consciousness with all his strength, trying to inject a trace of his magic power into it.

Immediately, a strange scene appeared again.

The golden sword, which had lost its color, suddenly flashed blood, and then a trace of evil spirit appeared.

Then I saw Zhang San's right palm becoming dark, and a large amount of blood and energy were drawn away.

Zhang San's pupils shrank, and was shocked. He used his magic skills crazily, and furiously shook the right palm of the sword-catching sword.

But in the next moment, his entire right palm fell into darkness.

And that strange power was still spreading, reaching the rest of his body.

I thought I could throw the golden sword out, but I didn't know that this thing was like a lice, and I wouldn't leave even if I stuck it to him.

Now, Zhang San panicked, and saw Xiao Jian sucking his essence and blood, and the speed of sucking was fast, ruthless and outrageous.

He can't shake it off and can't run away. If this continues, he will probably become a mummy without five breaths.

This kid is also a decisive person.

At this critical moment, he gritted his teeth suddenly, and his left hand, which was not catching the sword, released a sword energy with his fingers together.

Pointing at the gray right hand, you can slash it quickly!

Broken your arm!!

With a "poof" scream, his right hand, which had lost its blood, was killed off on the spot.

Buzz!

The golden sword fell to the ground again, but this time it would buzz and tremble, sounding both bizarre and terrifying.

Zhang San, who had no right hand, had greatly reduced his skills.

His magical skills at the fifth level of Qi refining were not too clever. At this moment, he broke his right arm and almost removed seven or eight of his success power.

Even the tricks are not possible.

Fang Hao witnessed this scene and was sneering in his eyes, laughing at the corners of his mouth, and sneering in his heart.

Without Zhang San saying anything, Fang Hao ran over and deliberately pretended to be panicked: "Sir, are you okay?"

Zhang San was so painful that he almost fainted. When Fang Hao asked him, he almost bleeding from his eyes when he was asked.

"Nonsense! Do you think I'm okay?"

"What, it's all my fault that this baby is so evil, my arm!"

Zhang San was not calm anymore! He started to curse at Fang Hao.

"oh!"

Fang Hao's eyes looked like a grandson, but secretly pulled out a two-inch-long short sword from behind.

This is a treasure. He lacks magic power and cannot activate it, but it is still possible to assassinate Zhang San, who is seriously injured as a sharp weapon.

He didn't say anything. The second level of Qi Refining skills were fully developed into a cold murderous intent. He stabbed Zhang San on the lower abdomen with one knife. Another knife, another knife, another knife, another knife, another knife, another knife, another knife...

"You! You! You..." After being stabbed suddenly, Zhang San glared at him with an incredible look on his face.

"Dog slave, dare to attack..."

Kill and kill! After stabbing seven or eight times, Zhang San was so angry that he died without much.

"This is dead!?"

Fang Hao was stunned for a moment, blinking his eyes and looking at Zhang San who was angrily dead, "It's really dead!"

"Haha! Dead..."

He laughed a few times and focused on the golden sword.

If he had seen it well, it was the little sword that sucked Zhang San's right arm and was stabbed to death by him.

Fang Hao would not follow Zhang San to reach out to grab the golden sword, but Gulu Gulu's eyes communicated with the Tianlang Demon King in his body.

"What kind of treasure is this sword? How do I think it seems to suck blood?" Fang Hao asked in surprise.

Tianlang quickly replied: "You kid still knows that you come to ask me if you don't understand, but to be honest, I can't see through what this sword is! But I can be sure that this little sword is just a fragment of a big sword."

"Little sword? Big sword? Fragments!" Fang Hao expressed his confusion.

"Not bad! This sword must be extraordinary, I'm afraid it's almost the same as the Demon Bead on you."

"You might as well use your magic blood to feed it. If you can feed it, you might even recognize you as the main one."

"Is that so? Then give it a try."

Fang Hao's eyes did not bleed resolutely, but took out a large wooden box from his arms.

He cut a knife on the palm of his hand with the short sword that stabbed Zhang San to death, and released a lot of essence and blood dripped into the big wooden box.

He found a small wooden board very carefully and picked up the golden sword and put it into the big wooden box.

During the whole process, he did not dare to let Xiaojian touch his skin at all, for fear that his essence and blood would be sucked dry like Zhang San.

As soon as the golden sword entered the large wooden box filled with essence and blood, it seemed to be alive, buzzing and shaking as if it had opened its big mouth.

"Swoosh!"

Within a few breaths, all the essence and blood in the big wooden box were integrated into the golden sword.

Just as the last drop of blood in the wooden box disappeared, a strange scene appeared.

The golden sword flew out of the wooden box with a "swoosh" and the sword was in the flashing golden light, showing the small words "Seven Kills".

Fang Hao was gurgling with his eyes, feeling very surprised. When he was shining with golden light, he couldn't help but squint his eyes.

It was at this skill that the golden sword strangely sank between his eyebrows.

Not good! Fang Hao retreated repeatedly, looking panicked.

But after waiting for a while, I still stood intact and nothing bad happened.

Seeing this, Tianlang couldn't help laughing and said, "You guy is really lucky. This little sword really believes you as the main one."

Fang Hao's eyes were gone, his original panic-looking appearance disappeared, but instead he looked very happy.

"Okay! This sword can suck blood, but it doesn't suck my blood. It's a good sword!" Fang Hao muttered a few times worried about gains and losses.

"The sword must be a good sword.

"But with your cultivation level, it's very difficult to communicate with it, let alone urge it to fight the enemy.

"I advise you not to make any decisions about it for the time being, just let it stay calm and honest in your body!

"It's not too late to turn back and refine the small sword when the cultivation level is higher." Tianlang sneered angrily.

It was like a basin of cold water pouring onto his head, causing Fang Hao's original excitement to gradually decline.

After that, Fang Hao turned his eyes and looked at Zhang San's body on the ground, and took away all the other party's inheritance without saying a word.

Tianlang took action to erase the spiritual consciousness on the other party's storage bag, and then sorted out the treasures in it a little.
Chapter completed!