Chapter 788: Owl Head

"Hate the Lord? Demon Soldier Ninth Long Hate Hook?"

Fang Yuan held a knife and sneered: "I don't know where you rank in the magic way, a monkey?"

"The younger generation is rampant!"

With such an attitude, this brocade-clothed and jade-robed Heantianhou was instantly pissed off to death. He holds a high position in the Demon Sect and speaks his mind. When has he ever been so angry: "Although you have become the master of the blood-drinking knife, have you ever Cultivate the secret method of the sword? The blood-drinking knife is only the last among the top ten demon soldiers, and it must be under the hook of eternal hatred! What's more... the previous blood-drinking knife master was a disaster, and was defeated by the head of the Kong family with a righteous ruler. The blood-drinking knife was also severely damaged by the seal, even if it is re-sacrificed, how much power can it recover?"

This hater is generous and confident.

But in fact, they were secretly using magic skills to attack Fang Yuan's self-confidence.

He is an old man, when he is really facing the enemy, he will naturally not make the mistakes of a fledgling rookie, and he is extremely vigilant against Fang Yuan at this time.

"So much nonsense!"

Fang Yuan frowned and rushed forward.

chi chi!

The blood-drinking knife dragged the ground, leaving a long knife mark, and in an instant came to Hen Tianhou's body, and drew the knife with his backhand.

call out!

A seven or eight zhang long blood-colored knife gang emerged, as if breaking the sky and breaking the earth, and smashed down on the head.

when!

A flash of hostility flashed in Hou Tianhou's eyes, and he raised his hook to seal it horizontally.

There was a muffled sound, and his feet suddenly went deep into the ground, and cracks like spider webs appeared around him. Originally, the front of the Shenbing Villa was paved with blue stone floors, but now it was a mess and fragmented.

A large number of sparks flickered, but the black iron hook took the attack of the blood drinking knife steadily without any damage.

Buzz!

Even as the iron hook trembled, a wave of hatred continued to spread and exaggerate, with the aura of demonizing the common people.

This number nine magic weapon in the world really deserves its reputation.

"Blood battle in all directions!"

Fang Yuan laughed loudly, and suddenly swung out eight knives, occupying the position of the gossip.

The saber energy was alive, and it even swam away automatically, as if forming a saber array, with blood rolling, crushing towards Hen Tianhou in the center.

"The sword technique in the Great Blood Demon Art?"

Heantianhou let out a strange cry, and his hands suddenly became pitch black: "Heantian Demon Art!"

Until now, he finally stopped hiding and used his ability to press the bottom of the box.

This Heaven-hate Demon Kung Fu is passed down from the Hook of Eternal Hate, and it is a heaven-grade kung fu. At this time, he used it, the wind howled, the dark clouds covered the sun, and the momentum was extremely astonishing.

"Heaven... Elephant..."

Nangong Wentian looked at this scene, but murmured, expressing the state that all warriors were fascinated by.

Even if one reaches the level of a first-rank master in martial arts, he is still a mortal.

But the sky is different!

Taking this step, the warrior can use his body to induce the celestial phenomena and display all kinds of inconceivable supernatural powers, which can be described as one step beyond the ordinary and into the holy!

"Haha... so what about the Celestial Phenomenon Warrior?"

Fang Yuan swung his saber, his whole body was covered with a thick layer of blood, almost three feet thick, no matter what kind of dark wind and dark clouds, they were all blocked out.

Of course he didn't practice the Great Blood Demon Art.

But the saber technique in it is very suitable for blood-drinking knives. At this time, it is also quite impressive with the foundation of Liuji Yubingjue.

What's more, he still has the hole card of Yuanli. It can be said that even if the previous blood-drinking knife master was resurrected to fight against him, he would definitely not be the one who was exhausted in the end.

'Of course... the area-of-effect damage of the Celestial Phenomenal Warriors is a bit scary, and if you fight here, I'm afraid it will hurt Chi Yu! '

Holding knives in both hands, Fang Yuan slashed like a pangu opening the sky, "Blood wash the world!"

laugh!

The saber aura was vertical and horizontal, and the bloody saber aura that was more than ten feet long cut horizontally, splitting a large piece of land in front of the Shenbing Villa into two, and pushing it into the vast forest behind.

Inside the Shenbing Villa, the three Nangong sisters and Nangong Wentian were all watching this scene nervously, with different expressions.

In their eyes, in the dense forest outside the villa, it seemed that a black tornado had been set off, and it was fighting a bloody dragon.

Even Xu Ruyu and Chang Kun couldn't take their eyes off their eyes, their blood boiling.

After all, they are also warriors, with their own dedication to martial arts!

"Martial arts are the best, and the scenery is really beautiful... No matter what, this battle will definitely shock the world..." Chang Kun put his sword back into its sheath, and sighed quietly: "Ah Qing, your brother may be famous all over the world!"

"really……"

Xu Ruyu nodded, looked at Nan Gongxiu next to her, sighed again, and frowned tightly.

Worrying about the victory of Heantianhou and killing others is only one aspect.

On the other hand, they are also worried that after this battle, even though the Shenbing Villa is powerful in the martial arts, but the father and son are both demons, it may attract the crusade of the righteous way of the martial arts.

Nangong Xiu Linglong's mind had already discovered that the husband's expression was wrong, and she couldn't help feeling sad.

"Hmph... surnamed Xu, are you still a man?"

Seeing this scene, Nangong Fu snorted coldly: "My eldest brother-in-law has a family and a business, and he cares more about you than you. You haven't said anything yet, but you are like this... I hate that the second sister was blind before marrying you." !"

"say no more!"

Nangong Wentian waved his hand to stop the yelling in her mouth, but his eyes never left the jungle: "If there is no hope of defeat in this battle, we will all go to hell together, and it will be clean... Ruyu, you don't have to think about running away , where can you escape with the lightness of a celestial phenomenon warrior?"

Click!

At this moment, there seemed to be a flash of purple thunder in the jungle where the two were fighting.

The black tornado collapsed, and a figure rushed out with lightning speed: "Nangong Wuwang... Since you are worried about your family, this old man wants to kill you!"

The figure was extremely fast, and the beard was open with anger, and the corner of the mouth was bleeding, and Hen Tianhou flew towards Nangong Wentian and the others.

How powerful is the celestial phenomenon warrior's desperate strike?

Just the oppressive aura made Nangong Wentian and the others feel tight in their chests, trembling in their limbs, unable to move, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

laugh!

In the blink of an eye, the blood dragon chased after him.

Suddenly, the figure of Hou Tianhou turned around, and unexpectedly folded in mid-air very skillfully, like a flying swallow returning to its nest, the Hateful Hook shot with all its strength, and hooked towards Fang Yuan's wide-open middle door!

It turns out that all of this is just a trick, a tactic to attack the west.

He is an old man who hates the sky. From Fang Yuan's selection of the battlefield before, he can see that he is playing tricks, deliberately doing this kind of behavior when he is at a disadvantage, in order to cause chaos in the opponent's position, and then sneak attack!

It can be said that he used only 30% of his strength to kill Nangong Wentian and others before, but now he used all his strength to turn in mid-air!

quick! quick! quick! !

Everything happened faster than expected, this move was really ingenious, it took advantage of the weakness of people's hearts, turned into elbows and armpits, and showed the sharpness of the Everlasting Hate Hook, it was about to tear Fang Yuan apart.

puff!

The Hook of Eternal Hate crossed the young man, causing several screams to be heard in the Shenbing Villa, but the figure slowly dissipated in the next instant, making Hou Tianhou look unbelievable: "Phantom? Demon puppetry? Shadow sect method? Specious!"

How can such a big mistake be tolerated in the competition between masters?

In the next instant, a blood rainbow flew past, causing the head of Hou Tianhou to fly.

The blood was spilled, and was greedily absorbed by the blood drinking knife. The blood essence of a warrior in the Celestial Realm made the blade hum with excitement.

Inside the Shenbing Villa, Nangong Wentian and the others looked at this scene with dull expressions.

An elder of the Demon Sect, a warrior in the Celestial Realm, died like this?

"he died?"

Nangong Wentian stepped forward, looked at the headless corpse, and murmured.

"Well, dead!"

Fang Yuan picked up the Hook of Everlasting Hate and spoke concisely.

...

The Long Hate Hook is no more than one foot long, and its body is black. With a slight flick, there will be a buzzing sound, which can be heard from far and near, arousing hatred and shaking people's hearts.

Ordinary weapons pay attention to one inch short and one inch dangerous, but this hook is only less than one foot, so it is naturally extremely dangerous.

Of course, blindly taking risks is like walking a tightrope, and you will be smashed to pieces at any time.

It's like hating Tianhou bumping into Fang Yuan, taking too much risk, only to die.

"Hook of Eternal Hate, the ninth demon soldier in the world. In ancient times, there was a Tianxie sect that ravaged the world. The suzerain had a concubine. The beauty of the sky turned the town of beauties into a hero's tomb, which made the suzerain of the Tianxie sect lose their will to fight for hegemony. Later, the Tianxie sect suffered a major setback. The girl was suspected of being a spy of the righteous way, and was persecuted by several elders of the Tianxie Sect, asking the suzerain to wield a sword of wisdom to cut off her love... At the end of the day, the woman resolutely committed suicide with a golden hook, and the suzerain of the Tianxie Sect regrouped, embarked on the road of revenge, and fought The rivers and lakes will directly kill the decent nun who brought up this woman, and re-smelt the golden hook of this woman's suicide, exhausting the financial resources of the Tianxie Sect, and casting it into a demon soldier... The story has long been forgotten, and the name of the woman in this story has long been forgotten, and she is only called 'Mrs. Golden Hook'..."

Fang Yuan held the Hook of Eternal Hatred, with a half-smile on his face: "The Eternal Hate Demon Art in the Eternal Hate Hook should be the Heavenly Evil Sect's Suppressive Demon Art."

"I've seen this magic skill. It's not bad. It's also suitable for the Hook of Eternal Hate. You can use it first!"

With a light delivery, the magic soldier was in the hands of the middle-aged man who walked in.

Nangong Wentian could not help but look complicated as he held this artifact that everyone in the world dreamed of.

It took him twenty years of painstaking efforts and desperation to finally make the blood-drinking knife see the light of day again.

But Nangong Wuwang casually threw a higher-ranked magic soldier over, as if throwing a Chinese cabbage, which made him feel a little subtle.

"This long hate hook, do you really want it?"

At this time, Nangong Wentian has recovered his original internal strength, and even improved his strength.

After all, as far as Fang Yuan's source power was concerned, Nangong Wentian's cultivation was really nothing, so he made up for it casually.

The reason why it was absorbed before was just to use it as an introduction key to perfect the rune of the magic soldier.

"No, I think the blood drinking knife is more suitable for me!"

Although the blood-drinking knife is only ranked tenth, the magic weapon also depends on the person who uses it.

For example, the ninth Hou Tianhou died in Fang Yuan's hands.

"What's more... After the relocation, I intend to travel the rivers and lakes, and the villa also needs a little bit of self-protection power!"

Fang Yuan told the truth.

"Walk in the rivers and lakes..."

Nangong Wentian stroked his beard, and there was desire and expectation in his eyes.