"I don't know, a wild girl who came out of nowhere dares to yell and stop me."
A strong casual cultivator was calm and unafraid, and kept rushing forward without any intention of stopping. A trace of disdain flashed across his face.
But as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a breath covering his body, his complexion changed slightly, and before he could turn around, a sharp long sword pierced his back.
Through the chest, stabbing out from the chest.
"You can also scold her?"
Xue Jinqiu pulled out his long sword with a puff, kicked him on the back, jumped up, and then landed firmly next to his junior sister.
He held a black long sword in his hand, with dark red blood flowing down from the long sword.
However, this episode did not stop these strong men who had fallen into madness. Instead, they rushed towards them even faster.
"A bunch of little bastards, you can get your hands on the things here?"
The closest one, Old Thief Li, held a long sword and charged into the battlefield. The sword rose and fell. Every attack would take away the life of a casual cultivator.
However, there were too many casual cultivators, and he had to guard against the thunder falling from the sky. There were still a large number of casual cultivators heading towards the deep pit.
"Suffered."
On the edge next to them, although the junior sister tried her best to intercept them, a gap was still made, and a casual cultivator passed them and entered the deep pit.
"The treasure is mine!"
The scarred man looked back with disdain, as if he would get the treasure in the next moment.
But when he landed at the bottom of the pit, he didn't see the corpse he imagined, only a pool of blood in the middle.
Was it bombed into rubble?
Looking at the empty pit around him, he fell into silence. The power of the thunder just now was indeed very powerful, and it was indeed a disaster for a person in the Xiantian realm.
It's not impossible to be bombarded to pieces.
A trace of regret flashed in his eyes, and he was about to turn around and leave, but the pool of blood at his feet suddenly began to boil at this moment.
Um?
The man felt a faint breath of spiritual power, and suddenly turned around and stared at the pool of blood at his feet, his eyes burning like a torch.
What is this?
Gululu...
The blood continued to boil, and the area began to spread. In the blink of an eye, it changed from the size of a palm to a bloody swamp of nearly one meter.
"Is this a baby?"
The man was a little silent. This thing looked so weird. It had nothing to do with the baby. It was full of evil nature.
He slowly squatted down, wanting to see up close what was causing the blood to boil.
But……
call!
A bloody hand suddenly stretched out from the sea of blood, and the five fingers were clasped together like lightning, and it was clasped on his throat with a snap.
Then under his horrified gaze, a blood-red figure slowly crawled out from the sea of blood.
His whole body was covered in blood from head to toe, as if he were a blood slave in the wilderness outside.
His eyes were shining with strange blood, and his expression was in a trance just by looking at him.
It was as if he was in a boundless sea of blood, with countless bloody fighting spirits standing on the sea of blood, looking at him coldly.
Each bloody fighting spirit holds a slender sword in its hand.
"Strange...monster..."
The man's eyes were full of fear, and his whole body was shaking unconsciously. Since this guy crawled out of the pool of blood, what kind of monster is this?
"monster?"
"Ahem... Even a monster is better than you cowards hiding nearby and trying to take advantage of the situation."
Qin Changan coughed twice weakly, turned his blood-red eyes slightly, and glanced at the casual cultivator whose throat was pinched by him.
His blood-red eyes were full of disdain.
The reason why the strong are strong is not only because they are strong enough, but also because they have a fearless and strong heart.
This kind of young person who hides behind and wants to take advantage of others will end up doing this for a lifetime.
Qin Changan slowly exerted force on his left hand, without giving him a chance to speak, and looked up at the top of the pit.
Because of the arrival of casual cultivators, the battlefield became lively and also became more chaotic.
The sea of blood under his feet slowly shrank, and finally completely entered Qin Changan's body. He took out two handfuls of pills and stuffed them into his mouth.
The sluggish aura around him was finally stabilized. Feeling the aura in his body, his expression was shocked.
The peak of the ninth level of Xiantian realm?
In the end what happened?
I only remember being hit by the Zixiao Divine Thunder, and the flesh and blood all over my body was melting at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally I was smashed into this deep pit.
Before his consciousness fell into coma, he only remembered his heart, where red lotus karma fire suddenly emerged from the heart orifice and spread all over his body.
Fused with the power of the blood sea.
It was at that moment that he fell into coma.
When he regained consciousness, he was already a puddle of blood, and this guy was squatting next to the blood and looking at him.
Qin Changan did not hesitate too much, and jumped up with the casual cultivator, rushed out of the pit, and came outside.
His body jumped high, then landed on a boulder with a bang, and his sharp fingers dug into the man's throat with a click.
Blood flowed out from the hole, and he looked around with a ferocious expression.
"Little cubs, your grandfather is not dead yet, why are you rushing in in such a hurry?"
Qin Changan stood on the boulder, threw the lifeless corpse in his hand downwards, and shouted loudly.
As soon as his voice rang out, everyone around him was stunned, and then turned to look at him in horror.
not dead?
Is this guy not dead?
How is this possible? How did this guy survive the Zixiao Divine Thunder?
Everyone felt a thump deep in their hearts.
"Surprise? Unexpected?"
"Grandpa, I am a god descending to earth. If you want to kill me, it's not that easy."
Qin Changan held his right hand in the air, and the blood knife was held in his hand. The difference from before was that the evil energy emitted by the blood knife at this moment was as much as before.
Moreover, the blade body is thicker, and the fierce murderous aura on the blade seems to be real.
Um?
Qin Changan was keenly aware of the changes in the blood knife, and a trace of curiosity flashed in his eyes, but now was not the time to study the blood knife.
After letting out a ferocious laugh, he charged into the group of casual cultivators below with his blood knife in hand. He raised the knife and dropped it, killing a casual cultivator on the spot.
Following the tragic death of the casual cultivator, a thin bloody mist emitted from the blood knife.
"Qin Changan? Is it really him?"
Next to the pit, Xue Jinqiu looked at Qin Changan who was killing Qin Changan with a bloody knife, with a shocked expression.
Since this guy has really come to Black Market City, and he hasn't seen him for a while, he has already reached the peak of the ninth level of the Xiantian Realm.
What kind of perversion is this?
In a short period of time, he could reach the fourth level of heaven and be only one step away from the realm of spiritual hero.
No wonder he has a special status in the Beidao Shrine. This kind of talent can only be matched by the pervert, the senior brother, even in the Taisui Palace, right?
Thinking of this, Xue Jinqiu narrowed his eyes and looked at Qin Changan with a slight change.
If he can be brought to Tai Sui Palace, this year's Sanzhou Martial Arts Competition may have the opportunity to go further.