It's just that Qiu Wancheng and they don't know what kind of monster it is, and Zhuo Yifan guessed it himself. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Jairus looked at the direction in which Qiu Wancheng swung the Blood Drinking Sword, and just looked at Zhuo Yifan, but did not walk towards him, but turned his head and continued to walk towards Qingyan.

Seeing that Jianxi didn't listen to his command, Qiu Wancheng hesitated a little, but for Qingyan, it was thrilling.

He trembled all over, watching Jianhua continue to approach him, and then he was so frightened that he pointed his finger at Zhuo Yifan and said, "Go to him, his flesh is fragrant." ”

However, Jairus's finger at Qingyan was simply ignorant of it, and he didn't look back, still walking towards him.

Looking at the approaching ferocious monster, Blue-Eye's face turned pale, and looking at its bloody mouth, he knew what he was going to die in a while.

He was unwilling to die on this, so he kept pointing his finger at Zhuo Yifan and letting Jianwei pass. But Jairus still went her own way, still walking towards the blue eyes.

Seeing that he was about to come to him, Qingyan was anxious, and pointed to Qiu Wancheng: "Go to him, he has a place for you to stay." ”

Seeing that he was pointing at Qiu Wancheng, Jianxi stopped moving forward and began to look back at Qiu Wancheng. Seeing this, Qingyan kept saying: "Yes, yes, go to him, the sword in his hand is your home." ”

The monster seemed to understand what he was saying, and began to turn around and walk towards Qiu Wancheng.

Seeing the monster leaving, the blue eyes kept wiping his forehead, beads of sweat the size of beans continued to drip down, and the expression on his face changed from almost crying in fright to excited.

And Qiu Wancheng couldn't help but be a little panicked, seeing that the monster was really walking towards him, his body began to shake unconsciously.

However, seeing that the monster did not look at him, but kept staring at the blood-drinking sword in his hand, his nervous heart seemed to be a little relieved.

He kept wielding the blood-drinking sword, trying to attract its attention, but the constant swing annoyed the monster. Its ferocious appearance was even more vicious at this time, which made Qiu Wancheng even more hesitant.

Seeing it slowly approaching, Qiu Wancheng's head began to sweat, "Go to him!" He pointed at Zhuo Yifan with his sword.

The monster turned its head to look at Zhuo Yifan, and did not walk towards him, but continued to walk towards Qiu Wancheng.

As the distance got closer and closer, Qiu Wancheng was not calm.

"Go towards him!" he began to point towards Blueeye.

The monster stopped abruptly, then turned and walked towards Blueeye.

Qingyan just took a step to escape, but he didn't think about it, but Qiu Wancheng pointed the monster and walked towards his location.

He hurriedly stopped, stretched out his hand and pointed at Qiu Wancheng: "Go towards him!"

Qiu Wancheng saw that the blue eyes were pointing at him, and he was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and just wanted to be angry with him, but saw that the monster was really coming towards him.

He then pointed his finger at the blue eye and said, "Go to him!"

The monster stayed in the middle at this time, neither walking towards Qingyan nor towards Qiu Wancheng, it stood and shook its body constantly, angry to the sky.

Suddenly, it suddenly soared into the air, and instantly landed in front of Qingyan, and then spat out smoke at him, and the sword in front of its mouth swished, flying directly towards Qingyan, and did not stop when it touched his body, but penetrated his body, leaving a large hole, and bleeding incessantly.

Just as Blue Eye was in great pain, the sword that had pierced through his chest flew back, and then entered through Blue Eye's back, and flew out of his chest, leaving a hole the size of a bowl, and blood sprayed incessantly.

The monster kept sucking blood excitedly, and kept roaring, quite excited.

The two blood holes on Qingyan's body kept spurting blood, like pouring rain, falling non-stop, and the monster kept drinking blood, and his anger turned into a roar.

The blue-eyed face slowly turned pale, then as white as snow, and then the flesh on his body shrank in a large circle, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

Seeing this, the disciples of the Flying Dragon Sect immediately scattered and fled, and the voices of crying father and mother were played in unison.

When the monster saw this, it immediately came to its senses, and its feet slammed to the ground, soared, and then flew towards the fleeing crowd, constantly grabbing everyone with its sharp claws, and many people were thrown to the ground by it.

Because these people were all hung in the air by it and thrown down, they immediately burst their brains when they hit the stone ground, and their brains were scattered.

The blood on the ground kept flowing, but the monster didn't continue to drink the blood, but kept tearing at everyone. Soon, hundreds of people were overwhelmed by it, many of them remained motionless, and only a few were struggling in pain.

The monster roared in the sky, and rubbed its claws against the skulls of those who were still moving, and many of them had their scalps and faces torn off and died of agony.

Looking at this tragic scene, Zhuo Yifan stood in place, unable to believe that Jaira was really so cruel, but he was wearing heavy leg shackles at the moment, unable to get out, and could only let the danger slowly approach him.

Qiu Wancheng was dumbfounded with the blood-drinking sword, he watched his disciples being bitten to death, thrown from the sky and falling to death, but the pestle remained motionless, as if he was an outsider.

However, his face told people that he was frightened and stupid, pale and bloodless, and he even forgot to run away, just watching his disciples being slaughtered in a daze.

It wasn't until all the disciples fell to the ground and the monster slowly approached him that his consciousness seemed to be a little clear.

Instinctively resisting, he wielded the Bloodthirsty Sword as a weapon to keep the danger at bay.

However, seeing the monster covered in blood, as well as its extremely vicious appearance, Qiu Wancheng's old legs continued to tremble.

In the midst of his swing of the Blood-Drinking Sword, the monster flew up quickly and lunged at him.

Seeing that it was about to fall on his head, he hurriedly threw the blood-drinking sword at Zhuo Yifan.

The monster stopped rushing towards him and flew towards Zhuo Yifan instead.

When it flew above Zhuo Yifan's head, it hovered above for a moment, and then fell to the spot where the blood-drinking sword fell.

At this time, the blood-drinking sword was at Zhuo Yifan's feet, and the monster was a stone's throw away from Zhuo Yifan, it first stared at the blood-drinking sword for a while, and then stared at Zhuo Yifan's eyes.

Looking at its appearance, although it is much less vicious, Zhuo Yifan is still a little afraid of it, you know, it is much more vicious than a prison cow.

"Tear him, bite him!"

Just when the monster and Zhuo Yifan looked at each other, Qiu Wancheng, who was standing not far away, shouted.

After hearing this, the angry expression on the monster's face became even more prominent, and it grabbed the blood-drinking sword with its foot and threw it towards Qiu Wancheng.

The Blood Drinking Sword immediately flew up in mid-air and stabbed directly at Qiu Wancheng.

Seeing that he was about to be stabbed by the blood-drinking sword, Qiu Wancheng hurriedly dodged, and at the moment when he was about to be touched, he still dodged.

"Tear him, bite him!"

Qiu Wancheng still shouted at the monster standing next to Zhuo Yifan.

The monster flew up violently and swooped straight for Qiu Wancheng.