The yellow sand is all over the sky, and the wind and sand are raging.

The village was already covered with blood, corpses, mutilated corpses, the strong smell of blood made people want to vomit everything in their stomachs.

He Jian, who was carrying the sword, completely changed, becoming extremely sharp and arrogant, although he only learned one residual trick, but this move has the ability to open the sky.

Ouyang Ming stared intently, his old body had turned into a long sword that had been tempered for thousands of years.

He stood up, although his body was not tall enough, but it seemed to be able to carry the rise and fall of the world on one shoulder. Fingers lightly slashed the blade of the sword, and said in a low voice: "I'm just a mortal, I can't help the common people, but I also have flesh and blood, this kind of thing is just if I don't encounter it, as long as I encounter it, I have to take care of it here." As the voice spread, an earth-shattering dragon and tiger momentum erupted from him.

Ou Yangming's wrist "snapped" with a crisp sound, and when it fell, the Blood Spear Dragon Slayer was already in his hand.

The voice seemed to come out of hell: "Kill!"

This time, there may be countless strong enemies, or life and death are unpredictable, but he must go.

If this shot is not pierced, it will be uneven, and if it is uneven, it will be difficult to be smooth, so this battle is unavoidable.

Ou Yangming exhaled a cold breath, and as soon as his thoughts moved, a white flame escaped from his palm. In an instant, the fire burned the prairie fire. In the firelight, He Jian raised his sword, Ou Yangming raised his gun, and the two backs gradually disappeared on the other side of the yellow sand.

Half a day later.

In front of a small tribe, a ten-zhang long blood Jiao's claws opened, blood flashed in his eyes, and a majestic suction burst out from his palm.

"Click", this extreme realm of the human race, the body was uncontrollable and went straight to the claws of the blood jiao, as if it took the initiative to send it, the neck was twisted by the blood jiao, it sucked hard, and a faint blood force was swallowed by it in one bite.

"Hmph, lowly, lowly ants, only have such a faint blood power. The blood dragon sneered, and licked its lower lip lightly with its tongue.

"This is natural, how can this thin dragon and phoenix bloodline be compared to the young master?" A six-zhang blood Jiao had a flattering smile on his face, and his face was full of flattery.

This is the Blood Jiao clan, which is notorious among the ruins, feeding on the human race and devouring the power of its bloodline.

But because this clan is very cunning, they build their nests on the edge of unknown areas, and they are cunning rabbits. Even the strongest families of the human race have a headache, and over time, they don't want to care.

The face of the person who was called the young master was full of arrogance, but he pretended to be old and said, "These foods, pick the young ones and bring them back, and kill all the young and old." This voice was ancient, and it seemed that in his heart, killing people was as simple as eating and drinking.

The more than 100 blood Jiao immediately screamed and rushed forward, their eyes full of fierceness.

In a matter of moments, the tribe was stained red with blood, the cold wind whined, and the cold was so cold to the bones that even half of the sky was stained with blood.

"Mother, I'm afraid. The voice was soft and soft, and it was extremely weak.

I saw a girl with a ponytail trembling with a trembling body, tears on her face, and the ponytail tied on the top of her head was messy in the cold wind.

"Xiaolan is not afraid, come, my mother will carry you away. The woman was dressed in linen, and her pupils were covered with a layer of death. On this day, for her, it was like falling into hell, her husband was caught, her neighbors died, she fled, she was caught, her sky seemed to collapse, and the whole world was only black and white. She was extremely desperate in her heart, but for Xiaolan's sake, she couldn't fall.

At this moment, a mocking voice rang out.

"Young master, there are two fish in front of you. ”

"Well, take it back and kill the child. The young master waved his hand, looking impatient.

"De Ling ......" The primary-level blood Jiao pounced forward and pinched Xiao Lan's throat.

The woman screamed, her cloak spreading, and an unimaginable force erupted, and she hugged Xiao Lan and refused to let go.

Father's love is like a mountain, and mother's love is like water, both of which are the greatest forces in the world. At this moment, she was like a lioness guarding her calf, even if it was the sky that pressed her, she had to block it.

But if the Extreme Dao wants to block the spirit, how easy is it?

The blood Jiaojiao's claws flicked outward, and an invisible wind condensed out of thin air, directly blowing the woman out.

At the same time, he changed his trick again and smashed directly into the girl's heart, and the speed was extremely fast.

The woman's eyes were filled with blood mist, every cell in her body screamed, the blood was burning, every pore on her body was bleeding and sweating, and the aura in the dantian exploded at once, and with a step, it erupted into a degree beyond the limit, directly blocking Xiao Lan's body. There was already a big hole in her back, and the strength flowed out of her body as the blood flowed out of her body, her body became lighter and lighter, and there was a fishy sweetness in her throat, and a large mouthful of blood poured from her body into her mouth. But when he saw Xiao Lan under him, he gathered his last breath and forcibly swallowed the blood back.

She knew that Xiaolan was afraid of blood, and every time she put on a trace of it, she would have to clean it for a long time.

How could she bear to tell her to spray her own blood on her face and her body? How long would she have to cry?

His feet shook slightly, the light in his eyes gradually faded, and he said with blood and tears: "Xiaolan, it's not good for my mother, no...... Protection...... Okay......" She raised her arm and wanted to touch Xiaolan's face one last time, but the world in front of her shook rapidly, and the world shattered. She was dead and could never be touched again.

Xiao Lan's eyes darkened, and her world collapsed, revealing a touch of numbness and confusion in her eyes.

"Actually made me make a fool of myself in front of the young master?" This blood Jiao was very angry in his heart, and he was afraid to shoot at Xiao Lan's head with one claw, and a cold light flashed on his paws. It loved to watch the blood of its enemies burst out, and that feeling, in one word—wonderful.

It's closer, it's getting closer!

But just when its claws were still an inch away from Xiao Lan's head, a golden spear suddenly slashed into the air.

The tip of the spear was as fast as the wind, fierce as fire, as if the thunder was coming, and the sharpness was invincible.

A hint of panic flashed in the Blood Jiao's eyes, and it widened its eyes as it watched as the spear that fell from the sky slashed through its body.

Its body fell heavily to the ground, snapped, and broke directly into two. Tremendous power continued to stir within its stump, instantly killing all of its life.

The two figures, one old and one young, fell like a hurricane, and the evil aura on their bodies was extremely strong.

Ou Yangming glanced at He Jian, his voice was cold, word by word, and said, "Blood debt and blood repayment!"

He Jian's eyes were no longer cloudy, his eyes seemed to contain two pieces of blood-colored world, the long sword in his hand whispered, he gently pinched the hilt of the sword, and said coldly: "Don't worry, let you stain your blood today, none of these things can be gone!"

"Do you dare to meddle with the gossip of my Blood Jiao clan, don't you want to live?" a high-ranking Blood Jiao roared in a muffled voice, his face full of rebelliousness.

The young master of Blood Jiao also had a casual face, and his eyes were full of provocation. This time, it brought four high-level spirits, and they went out together, so they were not afraid.

Ou Yangming didn't even raise his eyelids, his body was half-squatting, his voice was as soft as possible, he looked at Xiao Lan and asked, "What's your name?"

The fingers were raised, trying to wipe the blood stains off her face, but Xiao Lan was like a frightened fox, her eyes were full of fear, and her thin body trembled, but she didn't dare to dodge, and she was cautious.

This scene made Ou Yangming's heart feel the softest, as if it had been touched.

His eyes softened, and he said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, I will avenge your mother." ”

Hearing this, Xiao Lan's eyes regained a little brightness, but she still didn't answer, and her grief was greater than her heart dying.

Ou Yangming glanced at the dead woman, stood up suddenly, and the extremely murderous aura was vented, the light of the Blood Spear Dragon Slaughter was bright, and countless blood rays shone up, as if even the sky had darkened. At this moment, he didn't want to cast a spell, but wanted to shower between the blood and fight strongly, so that he could vent the evil qi in his heart.

"Kill!" Before the words fell, he stepped out more than ten feet, and the cold light flashed on the blood spear dragon slaughter.

Bowing down, the center of gravity sank, and a shot was taken out, directly piercing the heart of a blood Jiao, and the devouring power exploded.

In an instant, the blood dragon collapsed inch by inch, and there was not even a trace of ash left.

"Hahaha, happy!" Ou Yangming let out a long roar, his body shook, and he flew out directly, and in an instant, he approached a middle-level blood Jiao, and his eyes were full of murderous intent. A shot was taken out, and then a hand back, full of countless tricks, and at the same time it gave people a sense of silence, which was difficult to guess at all. With a "boom", the head of this blood Jiao was split in half, and blood splattered out, staining Ou Yangming's clothes all red, making his whole body shower in blood, like Shura who had just come out of hell.

The body still didn't stop, and an arrow stepped out, and the figure flashed, and it went straight to the other middle-level blood Jiao.

This bloody body's huge body immediately numb, looking at Ou Yangming's blood-colored eyes staring at him, he immediately screamed, only to feel that all the gall in his body was frightened. For this person, he was already shocked. A mid-level blood Jiao before, in his hands, did not have the slightest power to fight back, how could he stop it? His whole body trembled, and he shouted: "Young master, save me!"

"You, this is looking for death!"

When the young master of Jiaolong saw this scene, his face changed slightly, his paws waved forward, and he said coldly: "I want to drink with this person's heart!"

"Yes!" two blood dragons about thirty feet long flew out, and the momentum was incomparably magnificent.

It had reached the point of a high-level spirit beast, and it rushed straight to Ou Yangming.

But Ou Yangming's eyelids didn't even raise, the ruthless color in his eyes flashed, and with a smash of the spear, the blood Jiao's eyes widened, and he took the last look at the world, spitting blood foaming at his mouth, and fell to the ground with a "bang", and died of anger.

"Fight!" Ouyang Ming let out a long roar, not only did he not retreat, but instead slaughtered these two high-level alien races.

As for He Jian, it doesn't seem to be in a hurry, and every sword can be seen clearly.

But the strange thing is that no alien race can dodge, and every time a sword is slashed, a blood Jiao will fall in a pool of blood.

And on his body, there is not even a drop of blood, the real ten steps to kill a Jiao, thousands of miles without leaving.

However, with a cup of tea, the number of blood Jiao who died in his hands exceeded ten fingers.