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Chapter 7662
Funing County.

The ninth floor of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda.

Qingyun Seven Swords, Donghai Yunbiehe and others never thought that one day they would be attacked by the two masters.

It's almost like being in a dream, and it feels a little unreal.

In the process of fighting, they felt more and more the oppressive force of the grandmaster realm on those below the grandmaster.

Shi Yiyun, the saint of the Fire Worship Sect, and Dong Wenjun, the guardian of the left, did not seem to be exerting their full strength, but were consuming at a leisurely pace, and they were teasing like a cat catching a mouse.

"If this continues, our internal strength will be exhausted, and we will all die!"

Yang Taidao, the master of Xianhemen.

Everyone else knew what he said, but in a short time, no one could think of a way.

"Feng Quan, get up!" Donghai Yunbiehe said suddenly.

"Don't pretend to be dead, I know it's okay, if you don't respond, I will try my best to kill you with my next move." Donghai Yunbiehe shouted again.

Feng Quan, who was lying motionless on the stairs, moved his hands and feet a few times, raised his head, and looked depressed.

He originally wanted to play dead and run away looking for an opportunity, but Yun Biehe saw it through.

"Feng Quan, you should do your best now."

Donghai Yunbiehe was also very uncomfortable, they were desperately trying, but Feng Quan was pretending to be dead, trying to get away with it, how could this be possible.

Feng Quan had no choice but to get up. After he joined the battle group, he shouted at Dong Wenjun: "Master Zuo Dharma, we people from the rivers and lakes didn't offend the Fire Worship Cult, right? Why did we plan to kill us?"

Feng Quan was puzzled, and others were also puzzled, but no one was willing to ask directly except Feng Quan.

The reason is very simple. Since Dong Wenjun and the others set a trap, they will not be allowed to leave alive. It doesn't make much sense to know what the reason is.

"We don't have hatred, but we need you." Dong Wenjun smiled slightly. He spoke in a gentle manner, like a gentle scholar.

"I see, some of you practice the blood-sucking magic art and want to absorb our blood essence and internal energy." Feng Quan suddenly shouted.

Dong Wenjun smiled slightly, but did not deny it.

Everyone's heart sank.

From the behavior of the young man on the ninth floor after catching Wang Tong, it can be seen that Feng Quan's words are correct.

In this way, they would no longer be able to kneel down and beg for mercy.

The Zoroastrians just wanted to use them as food and feed them to the young man.

With so many masters' blood and internal energy, I'm afraid that young man can really break through to the realm of a master.

They are all well-known people in the world. Many of them have heard of the horror of the blood demon since they were young. Back then, the Zoroastrian Cult was called the Demon Cult, and most of them were thanks to the actions of the blood demon.

The blood demon has been dead for many years, and no one has successfully practiced the blood-sucking magic skill. At this moment, the Fire Worship Cult, who is deliberately planning, may create another "blood demon".

"You are playing with fire. Blood demons harm mankind. They shouldn't exist in this world. You will be punished by heaven." One of the warriors couldn't help cursing.

"God's scourge? When the Southern Dynasty was divided into pieces, the world was in chaos, and the bones of the dead were exposed. In just a few years, more than a million people died in the world, and at least tens of millions of people died in a few decades. Why didn't the scourge appear? How many butchers lived to hundreds of years?" Years old!" Dong Wenjun sneered, the original warmth in his voice disappeared, instead there was a gloomy and cold air.

"It was a troubled time..." someone replied.

"So what about the prosperous age? Are there few people who died innocently? Mr. Dong studied since he was a child, and when he was older, he studied history. From the history books over the years, he only saw two words... eat people!"

"You don't have to be wronged. In this world, either you eat me or I eat you. Whoever is strong is the master. If you are weak, you are the food." Dong Wenjun's eyes even showed madness.

He stretched out his hand, and with a bang, he scratched the chest of a warrior, grabbed his heart alive, and sprayed blood.

"Don't be distracted, otherwise you will die."

Donghai Yunbiehe hastily shouted.

As Donghai Yunbiehe said, if you distract yourself, you will die. In front of the master, no mistakes are allowed.

"Sorry, I shot too hard. You shouldn't die in my hands. If you die, the taste will be bad." Dong Wenjun restrained his crazy eyes and slowed down his own shot.

Although Dong Wenjun no longer attacked with all his strength, the chill in everyone's hearts became more and more serious, and the pressure was like a heavy burden.

Even a murderous person like Donghai Yunbiehe had a look of despair in his eyes.

"Wang Tong's taste is pretty good, not bad."

At this time, on the ninth floor, with a bang, Wang Tong's body was sucked dry of blood, and fell to the ground like a mummified corpse.

"Great Saint, you can continue." The evil young man took out his handkerchief, and gently wiped the remaining blood from the corners of his mouth. The blood in his eyes became thicker, almost covering his entire pupils.

"Heck, Mr. Long, you're pretty fast. I'll bring you the next one right now."

Shi Yiyun's laughter was like a silver bell. Her body suddenly became faster in the eyes of Qingyun Seven Swords, as if a flash of lightning flashed across in an instant. In just an instant, Shi Yiyun returned to the original place, but at this time there were already too many in her hands. one person.

"One less person."

Shi Yiyun threw the captured martial artist to the evil young man...

"I would rather die than let you suck blood!"

After discovering that Shi Yiyun was playing with them, one of them had a nervous breakdown. He raised his palm and slapped it on the top of his head.

The sky cap exploded, the brain burst, and the warrior fell to the ground and died.

"There is still a chance, don't mess up, don't mess up."

Qingyun Seven Swords elder sister Yuan Shi shouted.

If they die like this, there will be fewer and fewer people left, and they will become more and more hopeless.

But most of the warriors who have cultivated to this level are determined enough and are still supporting them hard.

At this time, the evil man had already sucked the second martial artist. He took out a handkerchief to wipe the corners of his mouth again, and looked at everyone.

More than half an hour has passed, and the sword array of Qingyun Seven Swords is faintly scattered.

No one can maintain the sword formation for a long time, the sword formation of Qingyun Seven Swords is not as good as that of a real master after all.

This time in the fight, Yuan Shi really saw the gap between the two, and lost most of his previous self-confidence.

But at this moment, Shi Yiyun chuckled lightly, she caught a flaw, and the ribbon was drawn into the sword light.

Yuan Shi and the other seven people retreated immediately, spurting blood, and the sword array was instantly torn apart.

The Qingyun Sword Formation itself is a whole, and under normal circumstances, even if one or two people are missing, it can be used with difficulty, but that is against ordinary opponents.

When Qingyun Sword Formation faces a martial art master like Shi Yiyun, it cannot tolerate any mistakes, as long as there is a slight flaw, the sword formation will definitely be destroyed by the master.

Facing such a situation, Yuan Shi and the other seven people were ashamed. They knew that what they were facing next was a dead end.

(End of this chapter)