1385th Mysterious Swordsman

"What a coincidence, it's the first time I've seen a human warrior after coming to this cemetery for half a year. I don't know how your blood tastes like."

The blood clan man showed a cruel smile, turned into a bloody light and rushed towards Ling Feng directly.

Of the five people present, in his opinion, Ling Feng was a bit of a threat, but it was only a bit of a threat. He was the first level Tianwu Emperor, and he didn't know how many people he killed.

"Go, I'll block him first!"

At the first glance, Ling Feng realized that he was not this person's opponent, and his cultivation level was two levels behind. The opponent has the cultivation base of the third-level Tianwu Emperor, and is also a genius of the royal family of the demon world, so his talent must not be low.

In the case of talent and aptitude waiting, cultivation has become the only criterion for comparing combat power, which is only one level higher. Ling Feng is still sure of a tie, and two levels higher, so he can only stick to a hundred moves at most.

However, if this group of juniors and juniors can escape far enough, I will be able to withdraw after 50 moves.

The long knife was out of its sheath, and amidst the bloody light flying, Ling Feng slashed out, and the surging knife intent permeated the blade, stirring up a boundless gale.

This knife was extremely violent, and a storm vision was derived. In the sky behind Ling Feng, nine bloody storms appeared.

Boom!

The blood light rolled back, and the blood clan man appeared, with a trace of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. His body flew and landed on a tombstone, and a look of shock flashed in his eyes.

"You don't have to go, this demon warrior is no match for Brother Feng!"

Seeing this scene, Ling Feng's junior brothers and sisters were overjoyed, thinking that the blood man was wounded by Ling Feng, they turned around and killed him.

"return!"

This scene frightened Ling Feng, and he shouted anxiously.

He has 70% of his strength, but he can barely repel the opponent's random move, the gap is extremely obvious. But these juniors and juniors, their eyesight is too low, none of them can see it.

"Interesting, I'm so lucky, I actually met a leader of the Tianjiao of the human race. Your blood, I'm afraid it's extremely delicious, and it can help me reach another level!"

On the tombstone, the blood man didn't even look at it, and the few people flying towards him grabbed it with both hands.

Puff, the chests of the two who flew towards him were immediately scratched. The eyes of the two were wide open, and the faces of the two who were entangled in pain could not rest in peace.

Stretching out their hands and letting go, the two fell to the ground with a bang, completely out of breath.

The other three turned pale with fright, and flew in different directions. The blood man really didn't care anymore, he only had Ling Feng in his eyes.

In the binoculars, there is a wild light, like an animal seeing food, with a cold light shining.

"Aren't you leaving yet? Are you trying to create time for your companions to leave? Then you are too confident. If you can take five moves from me, that is your limit."

The man of the blood clan smiled arrogantly, and there was a blood-colored long sword in his hand. The sword was unsheathed, and the blood-colored sword light filled the sky and the earth, buzzing.

Rumble!

Along the way, one after another of the graves exploded directly, and the bones suddenly flew in the air, making a mess.

The blood clan man turned into a blood thread and flew towards him holding the sword with infinite sword intent.

This sword, no matter how clever it is, is simply and rudely using his advantages in speed and strength to directly stab Ling Feng's heart.

Between lightning and flint, Ling Feng blocked his chest with a horizontal knife, and with a clang, he flew out.

His arm was numb, and he almost couldn't even hold the knife. He looked at the blood man again, with a look of horror in his eyes.

"That's right, I received a sword with 60% of my strength, and the knife still hasn't dropped. If you are allowed to reach my level of cultivation, with your talent, you really may not be your opponent."

The blood clan man held a long sword and said calmly.

Whoosh!

Ling Feng recognized the status quo, and tragically discovered that he had underestimated this person's strength in his eyes, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, he turned around and left.

"Can you escape?" A teasing look flashed in the blood man's eyes, and he followed unhurriedly.

One chased and the other escaped. The blood man was completely playing with Ling Feng. He always gave him a sliver of hope, and then ruthlessly wiped it out. In less than half an hour, Ling Feng was already covered in bruises, physically and mentally exhausted, and in a panic.

"Hahaha, don't run away, be my food obediently, I will let you die without any pain."

The man of the blood clan, laughing unrestrainedly, with a ferocious face, looks particularly terrifying in this endless cemetery.

"Damn it, if you give me a year, I don't need to be in such a hurry!"

Ling Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, looking at this endless graveyard, he felt a sense of despair. He has just become an emperor, his glory has just begun, and in the golden age, he is still emerging, so is he really going to be buried here?

"Where did I go?"

In a panic, Ling Feng suddenly felt a shock all over his body, and a chill swept through his whole body.

He turned his head to look, and saw a pair of blood-colored lights shining on the grave mounds hundreds of miles away, resembling something...

"Blood Raven!"

After waking up, he was so frightened that he almost collapsed to the ground. The flickering blood was the eyes of the blood crow. A pair of pairs, tens of thousands, all stared at him.