Author: O-type blood Feng

The next day, the convoy was gradually approaching the middle section of the two places.

A man in black in the wooden house looked out the window with a cold eyes. He whispered: "Be ready, look at the mark and they are here."

"Received! Hehehe, this time... they can't escape, they're so tragic that they're going to die. I want them to pay their lives a hundred times!"

...

Feeling the aura in the distant house a little up, Dugu Mo looked closely and saw the next moment.

Bang...! The doors of two of the dozen wooden houses around were broken through by huge force, and three figures rushed here like the wind.

The first person who rushed over was wearing a black cloak and half a black mask on his face. He couldn't see his entire face and figure, but from the figure and momentum he came over, he could feel the other person's

Strength...it's just that.

Seeing his target, the man in a black cloak held the martial soul he summoned, and the blood-red soul power attacked the carriage with the sword body. Seeing this, Hong retreated quickly, and then used his soul power to resist.

However, he, who has only the Three Rings Soul Lord, is definitely not an opponent of the Soul Sect in front of him.

Dugu Mo, who was diagonally opposite him, felt the surrounding aura again. After confirming that only these three people were malicious, he flashed and disappeared from the spot. In the blink of an eye, he appeared between the two, with his hands in an open position.

"Thunder..." Dugu Mo spit out the word "Thunder" and then clenched his hands, two silver-white lights flew out from his fist and palms, and after drawing two arcs in the air, they fell in front of him.

The man in the distance.

Boom..., thunder flashed in an instant, and the two were forced to stop.

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"The power of thunder, the Four Rings Soul Sect?"

"Who are you? There is no you in the information, no one is waiting, don't seek death!" The man with the sword martial soul narrowed his eyes slightly, a pair of narrow eyes, two dark eyes, a cold look.

Killing intention, looking at Dugu Mo.

"Haha, it has nothing to do with me? The people you are going to kill are just an ordinary caravan. They came this time just to take on a business. Isn't this in your information?"

The sword in the hand of the person in front of me was flashing purple light in Dugu Mo's eyes, but it was no longer as chill as before.

Looking closely, is the other party's sword... a martial soul of the Blood-Drinking Sword? Dugu Mo felt the mixed vitality of the sword and was a little confused.

The sword contains various vitality. Although there are many, each vitality has only a few traces of blood. It is about 50ml of blood in the human body. This evil soul master can endure it so much? Until now, he can still hold on for so long!

The next moment, Dugu Mo heard the man say hurriedly.

"What? What a joke! Don't talk nonsense. My information will not be wrong. How could it be wrong? They are all subordinates of that old man, they...!" Just as he wanted to continue talking, his eyes were

I saw a child hiding behind Manager Hong.

Child? How could there be a child here? It is impossible. Could it be that what the young man from the Four Ring Soul Sect said is true! That damn old man is still so cruel that even the caravans treat it as bait.

Thinking of this, the Evil Soul Master holding the sword and martial soul was filled with anger. His other half of his face, wearing a mask, looked distorted and ferocious because of his anger.

"Ah! It's cruel, old man... you guys are really cruel!" He waved his hand suddenly, and the dark red blood-drinking sword brought up a shadow and slashed towards the ground.

"Surp...bang!"

"Oh... If you read it right, your martial soul is the Blood-Drinking Sword. I can feel the mottled and messy vitality in it, but not much. From this, it can prove that you did not kill someone, so take advantage of this

At that time, do you want to... chat?" Dugu Mo suddenly said with interest.

This is a person with a story. When traveling, he can ignore it as long as it is not really a death-breaking person. He is not bored and has nothing to do. Of course, everything depends on his own mood and conforms to my heart. This is the most important thing

.

Also, it is rare to see that the three people in front of you can improve their strength while maintaining their original intentions. Just talk nonsense. If you can win over, you will make money by yourself.

The rest are those people hiding in the woods in the distance. Dugu Mo has never refused the story.

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"Hmph, it's quite natural to look at your green hair, and your behavior just now proves that you are a good person, so... if you want to hear it, you can."

Dugu Mo's face twitched slightly, rolled his eyes, and thought to himself: "I really thank you, my natural green hair, I sent me a good person card, and this little arrogance, I suddenly don't want to hear it anymore.

manage?"

"It seems you really don't know. My name is Li Ziqi. I am from Lingshan Village in the southwest of the Douling Empire. I have lived by nature since I was a child. My life was so beautiful. Although everyone in the village is not very rich,

But the villagers are harmonious, so life is quite happy.

But... until that person arrives, this incident will start three years ago. At that time, the young master of the Baron Mansion of the Douling Empire suddenly came to our village. The arrival of such a big man naturally surprised us.

Everyone is thinking about why such characters come to such remote places.

But the young master said nothing, but just lived silently for a while in his daily life. After the village chief and his men found that there was nothing wrong, they stopped caring about it."

"But..., on that night two days later, our Lingshan Village, our village... were destroyed~ That night, there were constant shouts.

The three of us were not affected because we were camping on the mountain, but even so, we could hear the villagers asking for help and mercy. Of course, we wanted to rush up, but we didn't have the strength and

They fight against each other." Li Ziqi gritted his teeth and said with a trembling voice.

"It can be considered as giving me an excuse for my fear..."

"Yes...yes! Until we saw a more terrifying scene later, that person, that petite red figure, was the baron master before!

He~, he... absorbed all the corpses." The man behind Li Ziqi recalled the scene that day and said in a slight fearful manner.

"That's right! And my martial soul, which was not originally the blood-drinking sword you mentioned. The reason why it became like this is because of him. My martial soul was originally a red sword, and its innate soul power was as high as level 6, but in

After that day, I could feel that there was a problem with my martial soul and my cultivation progress also accelerated.

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