Of course, what he was worried about was the elusiveness of the Blood Drinking Sword, and he knew that he could not control the sword qi or the monster, on the contrary, he was likely to be killed by it.

"If I can understand the blood-drinking sword for Yi'er, I will die, and it will be worth it. Xiang Zhenfeng muttered to himself, like a madman.

Then, he pulled out the blood-drinking sword again, and then shouted at the sword body: "Blood Dragon, come out!"

After speaking, there was silence all around, only his own voice disturbing the air, and other than that, there was no movement.

He clenched his fists cautiously, always ready to watch out for possible danger, but there was nothing in response to him.

"Blood dragon come out, come out!"

He shouted at the Blood-Drinking Sword again, then kept his eyes wide on guard.

In the same way, in response to him, there was still silence, and the blood-drinking sword did not change at all, it was still so shiny and silent.

What the hell is going on?

Xiang Zhenfeng speculated, constantly recalling the scene when he saw the blood dragon come out in the past.

He clearly remembered that once Zhuo Yifan swung the blood-drinking sword, and when the blood dragon came out, it was a fierce attack, and the blood-drinking sword was attacked.

Could it be the reason?

Thinking about it, he began to slash the blood-drinking sword towards the stool, and the thick wooden stool crackled and shattered as soon as it touched the blade of the blood-drinking sword.

However, the blood dragon did not come out, and the blood-drinking sword remained the same.

Xiang Zhenfeng was unwilling, he raised the blood-drinking sword high and slashed towards the table, but the table was broken, and there was still no movement in the blood-drinking sword.

He gently placed the blood-drinking sword to his ear and stared, carefully recognizing the sounds and movements inside.

"Bang la la ......"

He heard what looked like the sound of running water, but it wasn't as crisp as the sound of running water, and it felt a little sticky, but like the sound of blood.

The Blood Drinking Sword, could it be that there is really a lot of blood in it?

But he hadn't heard of how much blood this sword had sucked, and the number of kills was limited, so there shouldn't be so much blood.

Could it really be those blood dragons, he had heard that before those ancient netherworlds, before they were imprisoned in the Nine Dragons Vampire Zen Staff, they sucked a lot of blood, and it can be said that there was a river of blood.

Are all these rumors true?

He gently rubbed the sword, feeling the rhythm of the bloodstream. He found that the dragon pattern in the middle of the body of the Blood Drinking Sword at this moment was even more bright red, just like the blood stains left on it after he had just killed someone.

He touched it with his fingers, and there was no blood on his hand, as if it was embedded in the sword.

"Vampire Kowloon, you all come out. He yelled at the sword again, impatient.

However, no matter how unhappy Xiang Zhenfeng was, no blood dragon came out, let alone any movement to respond to him.

He was a little frustrated at this time, and the idea of harnessing the Blood Drinking Sword kept harassing him, but he couldn't realize it.

"Well, it doesn't matter if you don't come out, it won't hurt anyone, and I don't have to worry about being hurt by the nine blood dragons. However, the Blood Drinking Sword was still extremely powerful, and that flying meteorite was in it, playing a huge role. ”

Xiang Zhenfeng comforted himself, obviously unable to do anything about the bloodsucking Nine Dragons.

However, the flying meteorite he was talking about was indeed extremely powerful, and now it was melted down into a blood-drinking sword, and the dazzling glare it emitted alone was like a dart flying around, and it was extremely powerful.

Saying this, Xiang Zhenfeng was still not convinced, and he didn't want to give up.

He looked around his room, his attention shifting from one thing to another, his face solemn.

After a while, a smile appeared on his solemn face, although it was very stiff and wicked.

He walked quickly towards the wall, where a large knife hung from the back wall, with no scabbard on the outside. The thickness of the broadsword is amazing, a bit like a guillotine knife, and it looks very heavy.

He removed the broadsword and placed it on the ground, with the blade pointing upwards and the back of the knife against the ground. Then, stepping on the handle of the knife with his foot, he picked up the blood-drinking sword with one hand and slashed it towards the blade.

"Bell ......"

A cacophony sounded as if it was about to topple the room, and sparks were scattered in all directions.

After stopping, Xiang Zhenfeng stared closely at the blood-drinking sword, guarding against the blood-sucking Nine Dragons flying out.

He watched cautiously, time passed bit by bit, but the blood-drinking sword was still quiet, and there was nothing unusual.

He touched the blade of the Blood Drinking Sword with his hand, but there was no heat at all, it was still so cold, and the blood-red dragon pattern on the sword body was still so bright.

He looked at the thick knife on the ground again, and there were several gaps in the blade, and his heart ached. This big knife was paid to him by a sect under the Zhengqi League, it is said to be a treasure, very hard, he also tried it, and he split it at the big stone, and the big stone was broken into pieces, and the knife edge was not damaged except for the heat.

But right now, he was cut out by the blood-drinking sword, which made him can't believe his eyes. Although I knew that the flying meteorite was very hard, I didn't expect that after being made into a blood-drinking sword, it would be so hard.

"No, no. Xiang Zhenfeng shook his head and said quickly.

After speaking, he put the blood-drinking sword on the ground, picked up the heavy broadsword in both hands, and then slashed towards the blood-drinking sword.

"Bell ......"

The same cacophony rang out again, and the room was felt shaky as well.

He looked towards the blood-drinking sword and found that nothing had changed, he carefully examined the sword body, unscathed, still cold and cold, and the dragon pattern was still so blood-red.

He looked at the heavy knife again, and found that there were a few more openings on it, and the blades were rolled up a lot.

After such a dazzling slash, the blood-drinking sword was still the same, but the big knife was getting more and more broken, which made Xiang Zhenfeng even more surprised.

It's just that he took so much pain, but he didn't see any blood dragons flying out of the blood-drinking sword, and he expected that this method would be difficult to force them out, and he was immediately extremely disappointed.

However, the look of disappointment did not last long, but a smile appeared on his face,

"In this way of fighting and attacking, no blood dragon will come out, and when the time comes to fight with Tianxiang Pavilion, I don't have to worry about monsters coming out of the blood-drinking sword. ”

He stroked his beard and smiled, and continued: "If you lose the east, you will harvest the mulberry elm, so it is true. ”

Then, Xiang Zhenfeng put the blood-drinking sword into the scabbard, and his face was no longer worried, but relaxed and calm.

Maybe at this time, he was relieved, after all, he was not able to control the blood dragon before, and although he didn't control it now, he had already checked that the blood dragon would not fly out because of the use of the blood drinking sword to attack, so that he could rest assured that he would not look forward and backward.

However, Zhuo Yi's performance at this time was much more subtle.

It stands to reason that before Zhuo Jian Villa was baptized in blood, Zhuo Yi had been stammering with Duan Zixiong, wanting to get rid of Zhuo Yifan with his hands, which could be described as obedient to him.