"Dad has already figured it out, even if they come out, we can lead them to destroy the people of Tianxiang Pavilion, our own people will be fine as long as they hide well, it won't be long before they have to get into the blood-drinking sword. Xiang Zhenfeng smiled.

"You have to get into the Blood Drinking Sword, why?" Zhuo Yi wondered.

"There are two possibilities. Xiang Zhenfeng stroked his beard and said, so he analyzed Zhuo Yi.

The first possibility is that those blood dragons are not the blood dragons of the dragon's nine sons, but the sword qi of the blood-drinking sword. As far as sword qi is concerned, only by wielding the sword, can the sword qi be generated accordingly and stop swinging, as a blood-drinking sword with both spirituality and demonic nature, those sword qi will be attached to the sword body. At this point, Xiang Zhenfeng was convinced that he had observed it many times, and every time it was the same.

The second possibility is that those blood dragons are real monsters, and they are indeed blood-sucking dragons. In this case, he inquired that those blood dragons were ancient netherworlds, as ancient things, it was difficult to exist alone in the current world, it must be attached to a certain carrier, and the Blood Drinking Sword was where they hid at this time. So, when they come out for a while, they have to turn back, or they cease to exist.

"Dad, these are all your guesses, is it possible that this is not the case?" Zhuo Yi asked with a cautious face.

Xiang Zhenfeng shook his head and said: "Yi'er, you still need to be cautious in doing things, but you can't be too cautious, if you are too cautious, you will become noisy and suspicious, which will only make you lose yourself and miss all kinds of fighters." ”

Seeing that Xiang Zhenfeng was worried too much, Zhuo Yi had no choice but to give up, and he also realized that he was too cautious this time. The reason behind it was, of course, that he had witnessed the power of those blood dragons with his own eyes, which had already cast a shadow in his heart.

"Daddy's lesson is that I'm too cautious. But listening to what my father just said, I think it is still very meticulous, and the middle can be said to be seamless. Zhuo Yi began to turn the wind around.

"Well, you have to supervise everyone, the decisive battle is about to begin. Xiang Zhenfeng smiled.

After Xiang Zhenfeng entered his room, he immediately put away the smile on his face and replaced it with a solemn expression, and the look of worry was everywhere.

He gently weighed the blood-drinking sword in his hand, then closed his eyes and began to rub it from the hilt, advancing little by little until it reached the tip of the sword.

After a while, he opened his eyes and examined it carefully from the tip of the sword to the hilt.

He shook his head as he watched, "What is the mystery of this, is it sword qi or a real blood dragon?"

He then shook the Bloodthirsty Sword again, "I think I'll be able to control those monsters?"

I saw him stretch out his index finger and middle finger, and the two fingers were tightly together, and a light blue light flowed out along the fingertips, constantly spreading towards the scabbard.

The blue light touched the white light emitted by the flying meteorite at the hilt of the sword, and the two were intertwined and fused with each other, forming a light blue cloth band, which was very clear.

The blue ribbon fluttered slowly, as if it was beating slowly after being blown by the wind.

The two-colored light has been entangled, entwined, and the blood-drinking sword has become more and more mysterious.

After a while, the band of light disappeared, and the blood-drinking sword returned to its previous appearance.

"The light emitted by this flying meteorite is very powerful, and it is really not an ordinary stone. Xiang Zhenfeng muttered.

Then, he slowly drew the blood-drinking sword, and the piercing sound continued.

As usual, the body of the sword was shiny and shiny, and the dragon pattern on it became clearer, and in the middle there was a stripe of blood band, slowly spreading out in all directions, like the whiskers of a tree root.

Then, after those tendrils were scattered, they slowly disappeared again, and the entire sword body returned to its shiny state.

Xiang Zhenfeng stretched out a palm, and pointed the tip of the sword against the palm, and the occasional halo in the palm of the palm continued to transmit to the sword body, like a wave of air soaked in yellow liquid, moving slowly.

However, when the qi wave reached the middle of the sword body, it could no longer move forward, and Xiang Zhenfeng clearly felt that there was a force to stop his Xuan Qi from advancing.

"What kind of strength is this, so arrogant?" Xiang Zhenfeng muttered to himself, placing the sword body in front of his eyes and observing it carefully.

It's just that he looked at it for a long time, and he didn't see a reason.

So he repeated his old trick and pushed his strength towards the sword body. Similarly, when it reached the middle of the sword body, those Xuan Qi had no momentum and began to stagnate until it disappeared.

In this process, Xiang Zhenfeng obviously felt that his arrogant strength was even more domineering, he wanted to increase his strength, but he didn't dare, for fear that there would really be a monster in the blood-drinking sword, and he would not be sure to deal with it at that time.

He spread out the five fingers of one hand, and with a slight downward pressure of the five fingers, five red dots suddenly appeared on the five fingers, as if there were eyes in the fingers.

He rubbed his five fingers on the body of the blood-drinking sword, wandering, and with each touch, a white light rose, moved away, and then disappeared abruptly.

In this way, he felt the blood-drinking sword body, and his face became more and more stagnant, "There is really a lot of trouble in this, and my internal force can't detect what kind of power it is." ”

After a while, he placed the blood-drinking sword between his two palms and rubbed it vigorously, and as the strength increased, red smoke began to rise on the surface of the sword body, like blood droplets being evaporated from gas.

Looking at the rising blood, Xiang Zhenfeng was surprised: "How much blood does this blood-drinking sword have to be in order for blood to appear? ”

As the blood qi rose, the blood-drinking sword began to shake in all directions in his hand. The sudden shaking made Xiang Zhenfeng's face pale with fright, and he thought that a monster had come out of the blood-drinking sword.

So he quickly stopped rubbing, and then the Blood-Drinking Sword returned to its silent state, and its sword body returned to a shiny state.

He was too nervous just now, causing Xiang Zhenfeng's forehead to be full of sweat, and it could be seen that he was very jealous of the monsters in the blood-drinking sword, so much so that he lost his temper.

Although he knew that if he continued to explore, he might encounter unexpected dangers, but he wanted to explore the monster's mind, and kept urging him to keep trying.

He slowly approached the window, checking the movement around him to decide whether or not to continue groping for the secrets of the Blood Drinker.

After standing at the window for a while, there was nothing unusual around him, and he calmed down to Zhenfeng, and then walked inside.

"What kind of sword is this? He muttered, the wrinkles of his face deepened as his gaze lengthened.

It could be seen that he was reluctant to give up his exploration of the Blood Drinking Sword, even though there might be unexpected dangers inside. However, knowing that its power is even more amazing, if he can master how to control the Blood Drinking Sword, then he will be invincible and invincible.