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Chapter 47 Blood Tribulation(1/2)

The night in the forest is quiet and quiet.

Reflecting the bright moonlight, Zhao Yun's little finger trembled, and then he opened his eyes.

When you enter your eyes, you will see the stars in the sky.

After a few moments, I saw him sitting up, and immediately looked around his body.

Well, intact.

Looking inside, the body was even more strange. The limbs, bones, internal organs, meridians, and meridians, including the true energy and blood, were all covered with a faint golden glow. The majestic energy and blood were far beyond his imagination, and the strength of the muscles, bones, and flesh also had quality.

's transformation.

"This feeling is really wonderful."

Zhao Yun clenched his fist and was filled with strength, melted with the dragon's blood, as if he had been reborn; he suffered a catastrophe and achieved Nirvana again. After three years, he entered the True Spirit Realm again. His true creation was infinite. At the same level, he was much stronger than before.

many.

"Wealth and wealth are found in danger."

His murmur contained a happy smile.

After all, he is afraid. After walking through the gate of hell, it would be strange not to be afraid. However, the opportunity he got is still very gratifying. Thanks to his previous physical training, he has developed some foundation and his muscles, bones and flesh are strong enough. Otherwise, he will definitely

I was blown away.

After closing his eyes, he glanced around and walked towards one side.

After searching for a long time, he still couldn't find his Longyuan Sword. It's not difficult to guess that it was taken away by Niu Bang. That guy comes every day, so he probably couldn't find him. It's because he ran too far and was too lazy to poop.

The mountain is far away from Jinshan Mountain.

Look at the golden mountain, it no longer shines.

Without the reflection of dragon's blood, Jinshan loses its bright coat.

"Why is there dragon blood?"

With this doubt, Zhao Yun climbed to the top of the mountain again and followed the cave. He found nothing. Perhaps there was once a dragon skeleton, but it was so long ago that it turned into dust and only remained.

That drop of blood.

Just one drop of blood, so domineering.

He could not imagine how terrifying a real dragon must be. A dragon swaying its tail could make a mountain collapse! That scene was unimaginable.

Under the moon, he sat cross-legged again.

Seeing the agitation of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, he was drawn to it and breathed into his body.

In the middle of the night, he took on the talisman-drawing outfit.

Explosive talisman! What a good thing. Without this thing, I really can't explode the barrier, and I won't be able to get that drop of dragon's blood, let alone the subsequent good fortune.

As his cultivation level advanced, his spirit also improved greatly.

Nowadays, the speed of drawing talismans is not comparable to that of the past, and I am full of energy.

Um?

While I was painting, a fire suddenly appeared, coming from the direction of Niujiazhuang. However, the fire was dyed with a touch of blood. Standing on the top of the mountain, I could clearly see it.

In a daze, you can still hear screams.

Zhao Yun frowned, had a bad feeling, and hurriedly went down the mountain.

My hunch is quite effective.

Look how miserable Niujiazhuang is. Most of the houses have collapsed and everything is in shambles. Look at the villagers, old and children, who were all driven to the pasture. Most of them were stained with blood. Many women fell down.

He was lying in a pool of blood and his clothes were disheveled. It looked like he had been raped to death.

Just here, there are a few corpses hanging on the trees.

It was several senior martial arts cultivators in the village who all had bloody holes in their chests.

The sound of mourning filled the village.

Such a tragic situation must have been caused by bandits, and the bandits were composed of martial arts cultivators. There were more than a dozen people, most of whom were in the True Spirit Realm and had two peaks.

"Damn it, you really deserve to die."

Niu Hong was swaying. He was the only one who was not caught, but he was also extremely miserable. He was covered in blood and one arm was drooped. He was obviously disabled.

"Little fat guy, he's very resistant to beatings!"

On the opposite side, there was a sinister laughter, one on the left and one on the right, a bald man and a middle-aged man with a scar. One of them was holding Zhao Yun's Longyuan Sword, and the other was carrying Niu Bang's soul-catching bell. Needless to say, they were fighting.

Snatched from Niu Hong.

These two people are not ordinary martial arts cultivators.

Both are at the peak of their true spirits, with violent energy and blood, and are powerful martial arts cultivators, and this group of robbers is led by them. They should be licking blood with the tip of the knife, they should be killing too many people, some kind of evil spirit is extremely strong, two pairs of scarlet red

His eyes were terrifying.

puff!

Niu Hong finally couldn't hold on anymore, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and Yang Tian fell down. It was either that he was not strong enough or that there were too many people on the opposite side. Not to mention other things, just this middle-aged man with a scar and a bald man, he just picked them out at random.

Anyone can beat him.

"This small village really surprises me."

The middle-aged Scar smiled faintly. He had never expected that there would be a martial arts cultivator, nor that there would be a fat little black man who was very good at fighting. What surprised him the most was that the Longyuan Sword in his hand was actually made of black iron, and it was

The extremely domineering Xuan Tie.

It’s so worth it, and there are unexpected rewards.

"Kill all the men and take away the women," the bald man hissed.

"Okay!"

The robbers smiled sinisterly, showing their white teeth, and raised their ghost-headed knives.

The bull is about to rise, but the intention is powerless.

Looking at the villagers, they are full of despair. They are all ordinary people. There are no martial artists who can beat them. Most of them hug their children, cling to each other, waiting for death to come.

clank!

Before the knives fell, I asked Zheng Ming first. I didn't know where the flying knives came from. There must be more than a dozen flying knives. Each one was filled with thunder and lightning, and each one was also filled with the breath of fire.

That's right, it's Zhao Yun who's here.

Seeing the tragic situation, he took action without mercy.

Puff puff!

The blood suddenly appeared, except for the bald man and the middle-aged man with scar, all the other robbers were hit by the attack without exception. They all hit the vital points. They fell into a pool of blood one by one. They all died in a very depressed manner. They didn't know who it was when they arrived.

out hand.

"who."

The bald man and the middle-aged Scar scolded loudly, and immediately stood back to back, looking at the power of the flying knives. The person who took action must be a martial artist, or a very strong martial artist.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to kill such a person with one blow.

No one responded to the shouting. It was pitch dark everywhere and no one could be seen.

"Walk."

The bald man turned around and ran away without even thinking about it.

"Walk?"

The cold words rang out, and Zhao Yun chased after him, escaping from the ground.

"you....."

The big man's expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly stabilized himself. He saw correctly that the person in front of him came out of the ground. What the hell, the legendary earth escape technique?

Zheng!

Zhao Yun stepped on the wind god, and his movements were strange, like a black shadow passing over the big man.

When he calmed down again, there was blood flowing from the Zixiao Sword in his hand.

Looking at the bald man again, there was a sword mark on his neck, and blood was gushing out. It was obvious that his throat had been sealed by a sword. Because of this, his eyes were prominent. It was unbelievable. He was at the peak of his true spirit. He was so damned.

Seconds?

puff!

Accompanied by the bloody wind, he fell down, and his death was not an ordinary grievance.

"How can it be."

The only remaining middle-aged Scar took a step back subconsciously, also in disbelief. The man opposite him was obviously a first-level true spirit. Even with a surprise attack by the Earth Escape Technique, it was impossible for him to kill a martial artist at the peak of the true spirit with just one sword.

Fix it!
To be continued...
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