Chapter 787 Drinking Blood

"This is……"

Liuji Yubing Jue is an earth-grade skill, which generates six-pole true energy in a straight line, and has the ability to warm and nourish divine soldiers.

But Fang Yuan never knew that Liuji Yubingjue had such a change, the retrograde route had the effect of empowerment.

At this time, with the influx of Nangong Wentian's true energy, his body was like a glutton, devouring this energy greedily.

Especially in the dantian, suddenly there was a sound like a dragon chant.

The black talisman struggled, ready to move. However, there is a limit of source power, and it is tightly blocked.

'Could it be... the last stroke it missed was this? '

Fang Yuan let go of the limit of source power, and immediately, the black rune was like a long whale absorbing water, absorbing Nangong Wentian's six extremes of true energy, and the whole rune was completed at once.

In the attribute column, the black inscription is completely complete, like a black and red knife, emitting a mysterious idea:

"Demon Soldier—Blood Drinking Knife!"

He whispered the name softly.

Boom!

As if the heart and mind were connected, the ground of Shenbing Villa cracked open, a large number of boulders fell down, and blood spattered.

Amidst the waves of blood, a half-foot-long black-red weapon suddenly landed in front of Fang Yuan, and he caught it firmly.

The whole body of this knife is dark, as if swallowing the surrounding light, and there are simple lines on the body of the knife, like human blood, and like a trickle of hot and rolling magma.

"In the ancient times, there was a strange monster from outside the sky, who came to harm the common people. He was killed and dismembered by the sword master of the emperor of heaven. The forging master Ou Zhizi took his bone and blood, and combined with other precious ores, it took seventy-seven forty-nine. In 2000, Fang forged a magic blade named 'Drinking Blood', on the day the sword was completed, he became so mad that he used it to kill all the families and then committed suicide!"

A record of the Lie family commenting on the magic weapon immediately surfaced in Fang Yuan's mind: "It turns out that the Shenbing Villa is worthy of the name, but it hides a magic weapon!"

This giant knife weighed more than three hundred catties, and it would be difficult for ordinary warriors to lift it, but Fang Yuan held it in his hand, but it naturally produced a feeling of flesh and blood, and the six extremes of true energy in his body were even more eager to move.

After all, this knife has devoured the essence of his body for more than ten years! The breath is already connected!

"Haha! The magic knife is in this world, how can there be no blood sacrifice?!"

Nangong asked Tianshang to take a step forward: "Kill! Kill me, and then kill everyone present, to start the battle for the blood-drinking knife! From now on, there will be another legend of an undefeated magic knife in the world!"

He had forcefully empowered him before, even if Fang Yuan kept his hand deliberately, he had lost his nine-success power, and now he was not even as good as a warrior of the third rank, but his eyes were extremely hot.

"Wouldn't hope even if I got all my skills, I'm afraid I won't be able to break through the encirclement of the demon gate. Fortunately, the blood-drinking knife has its own ability, which can swallow blood essence and feed back to the host. As long as I become a sword spirit, I can absorb the blood essence of the warriors present. It is enough to push him to the peak of the first rank, and even advance to Tianxiang, the world can go! There is only so much I can do for him! '

As for whether Nangong Wuwang could bear to do it, he was not worried at all.

After all, the blood-drinking knife is a magic weapon, and even the master Ou Zhizi was controlled by the magic after the knife was completed.

Nangong Wuwang is just a dude, so it is even more impossible to break away from it.

However, after the sacrifice is satisfied with the blood-drinking knife and the sword spirit is obtained again, it can be recovered.

‘By that time, it’s a done deal, I hope he won’t blame me! '

'After all, I am not a cruel person, but my son will dominate the martial arts world, which is not bad! '

'If I can't do this myself, I will sacrifice myself and let my son complete it. This is my awakening to the devil way! '

Nangong Wentian slammed straight into the knife point with his chest, with the look of great awareness of sacrifice.

Snapped!

But in the next moment, the blood-drinking knife took a horizontal shot, pressing Nangong Wentian to the ground: "Old guy, do you want to die?"

Fang Yuan shook his head: "Have you asked me?"

"Huh?"

Nangong Wentian was greatly surprised: "Impossible!"

"impossible!"

What was more surprising than him was the Invisible Dao and the gray-robed man who were facing the enemy: "The blood-drinking knife is born, and it will inevitably control the host and wash the common people with blood. Why is he still sober? Could it be that the knife is still incomplete?"

"So that's the case, no wonder it's called Blood Drinking!"

Fang Yuan looked at his palm.

At the junction with the handle of the knife, there is already a trace of red thread, like a blood vessel, clinging to his little arm.

A bloodthirsty desire was crazily hitting his heart, urging him to slaughter and chase blood.

If it was the dandy before, even if he was a master of the third rank, he might lose his mind and start killing.

However, it would be a joke to say that it could influence Fang Yuan.

"Six poles guarding soldiers, using people to guard soldiers, not soldiers! A mere dead object, plus at most some remnants of demon gods, still want to influence me?"

Fang Yuan sneered, and a purple layer suddenly emerged from his wrist, dyeing all the blood vessels.

Not only that, but the blade was also eroded by purple.

In the past month, his source power has been continuously generated, and the transformed power has been completely swallowed by the blood-drinking knife, and it has begun to be polluted as an internal source.

What's more, after the talisman is perfected, there will be no defects in his dantian, and the original source power can also be driven.

Under the cooperation of the inside and the outside, the purple color swept across, and the blood-drinking knife was washed and refined in an instant.

From the blade, there seemed to be a roar of a demon from the bottom of the Nine Nethers, and it was completely silent immediately.

Immediately, a strange formula entered Fang Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Great Blood Demon Art!"

"It turns out that the magic blade of the true handed down level will have a corresponding magical secret book after it is completely recognized as the master? Is this the real heavenly skill?"

"However, there are some mysteries in this technique, and the same is true for this magic knife!"

Using the Great Blood Demon Kungfu to cast the Blood-Drinking Knife is naturally invincible and invincible, even drinking blood to practice kung fu, recovering Yuan to heal injuries, becoming more and more courageous in the battle, and the endurance is unmatched in the world!

But Fang Yuan was keenly aware of some abnormalities inside the Blood Drinking Knife, so he didn't practice at all at this time, but directly poured the six extremes of true energy he had cultivated into the blade.

Click!

His Liuji Yubing Jue has long been cultivated to a perfect state, but because he couldn't find a suitable spiritual weapon, he has been stuck in the first state.

But the Blood Drinking Knife has already been refined by his Jingyuan Sacrifice, and now it is like a part of his hands and feet, without any other procedures at all, it has naturally become the target of Liuji Yubing.

Even, the previous ten years of offerings made him directly cross the second realm and reach the third realm where the gods reciprocate!

Click!

The blood-red saber energy was absorbed into Fang Yuan's body, mixed with the six-pole true energy, and blatantly hit the checkpoint.

Snapped!

First of all, the key points of the third-rank warriors are completely destroyed in the face of the fierce saber energy, like a piece of paper, which can be broken with a single stab.

Immediately, the saber qi howled wildly and mightily, running over many acupoints of the second rank.

Crash!

Like a turbulent wave crashing on the shore, the blood-red true energy hit heavily on the sky gate of a first-rank warrior, tearing countless cracks in an instant.

The crack widened, and after the second wave of true energy surged up, it was blatantly broken.

In an instant, Fang Yuanwu broke through the third level, and directly entered the mortal martial arts realm of a first-rank grand master in this world!

After the first product, the acupuncture points all over the body are opened up, as if an infinite world has been opened up.

The bloody infuriating energy was endless, endless, as if it wanted to push his strength to an unpredictable peak.

choke!

Outside the Shenbing Villa, a strange metal knock sounded.

hatred!

Every martial artist who heard this voice suddenly felt endless hatred in their hearts.

Hate the injustice! Hate the injustice! Hate people away from death!

Obviously, this is an old monster from the Demon Sect who secretly came to suppress the formation, and was also frightened by Fang Yuan's entry, so he directly blocked it.

"I'm looking for death!"

Under the traction of Qi, Fang Yuan didn't have time to think, so he swung his knife and chopped it off!

chi chi!

The sword energy like a horse training sweeps across, invincible to those who block it.

The gray-robed man who was the first to bear the brunt of the attack was heartbroken, and quickly backed away, breaking countless walls with his back, revealing the terrifying strength of a first-rank master.

The Invisible Dao assassin next to him was a little weaker, and was torn apart by the sword energy at the same time as the other unlucky guests' subordinates.

boom!

Exhausted with all his saber energy, the man in gray robe retreated again and again until he reached the gate of Shenbing Villa.

He looked at the gully of saber energy on the ground, and couldn't help muttering: "What a fast sword! What an evil sword!!"

Puff!

As soon as the words fell, his whole body was torn apart, but a large amount of blood seemed to have a backbone, continuously gathering, forming a pool of blood in front of Fang Yuan.

From the blade of the blood-drinking knife, purple-red lines spread like tentacle vines, devouring blood greedily.

Once this knife is released, it will devour human blood!

"This knife..."

Fang Yuan was also a little surprised, this kind of behavior was almost like a living thing.

He could even feel that along with the blood devouring of the blood-drinking knife, a heat flow came from the handle of the knife, strengthening the muscles and bones, and increasing the power of the knife.

"If this kind of ability is used in a protracted battle, it will be invincible! It is a weapon for slaughtering chickens. It should be called a blood-sucking knife."

What martial artists in the Jianghu are most afraid of is exhaustion of their own skills and physical strength, so even first-rank masters are afraid of being besieged by an army.

But with the warrior after the Blood Drinking Knife, it is different.

Such warriors, the more they fight, the stronger they become, and they cannot be killed at all. It can be called a nightmare for ordinary troops!

"But for me, some pearls have been cast in the dark!"

The young man shook his head lightly, allowing the long knife in his hand to drink blood, swallowing up the blood on the ground.

This strange scene immediately frightened the three Nangong sisters into stupidity. Even Nangong Fu stared blankly at Fang Yuan, feeling that he no longer knew this younger brother.

"Dare!"

Outside the Shenbing Villa, there was a roar like a night owl, and in a flash, an old man appeared at the place where the gray-robed man had just stood.

He is tall and tall, wearing a python robe and a golden crown on his head. He looks rich and noble, and holds a black iron hook in his hand.

Demon Soldier—Hook of Eternal Hate!

"Wangwang, this person is the elder of the Demon Sect—Han Tianhou, the Eternal Hate Hook in his hand is ranked ninth in the world's magic soldiers! Twenty years ago, he was in the realm of a first-rank grand master!!"

Nangong Wentian was afraid that Fang Yuan would suffer, so he immediately reminded him.