The blood is converging.

But this is not a good thing.

Because they are converging in the same direction at the same speed visible to the naked eye.

Without this layer of blood, the world has returned to its normal color, and the dim sunset sunset drags every shadow on the earth.

"grown ups!"

The silly masters stood in front of Jiang Ping with a somewhat ugly expression.

They have a total of twelve people, their strength, realm, and numbers that are not inferior to those of the Divine Sword Sect, and even more than those of them.

But when they unreasonably self-destructed, they not only incredibly damaged five people, but also almost everyone was injured.

Two of them were carelessly dying with the opposite side.

The other three were killed by their own people.

After all, there is no friendship between them who sacrifices their lives. If they don’t stab each other, they will be considered to be in love with each other.

At this moment, someone is driven by the idea of ​​killing to attack his companions, and they will not risk their injuries to keep their hands.

So I just beat it to death.

But now in front of Jiang Ping, he still has to pretend to be sad.

Jiang Ping didn't know what they were thinking.

But you can't care too much about them now. You have to let them go to the thunder later. You'll be more polite to them now.

"Although it's a bit damaged, the enemy is cunning and it's hard for you."

"I will not forget the three-fold great achievements."

The masters who were about to bow their heads and be scolded all looked at each other in disbelief, and then looked shocked.

Jiang Ping treated them so politely that he would not be able to die later.

But they can still resist.

The sword intent that suddenly erected in his body seemed to be warning something.

They sighed at the same time and bowed:

"Thank you, sir."

It was at this moment.

The blood completely dissipated, and a muffled thunder sounded across the world.

"Who is calling me?"

"Sleeping old antique?"

Jiang Ping wiped the nose bleeding that suddenly spurted out from his nose, and cursed with a very complicated expression:

"But this is so fucking martial arts!"

"Wife, stop talking about anything, let's run away first. It's not a timid thing to do."

As for Li Cheng who was standing by, he had already given a warning. If he wanted to be stubborn, he would have to die of fellow Taoists.

"Young master, run away, Fu Tianchou is right above him. He seems crazy and stabs himself with a knife!"

Qiu Daoyu assisted in time.

Now I have an even more excuse to run.

But Jiang Ping pulled Dong, but found that Dong was still moving and stared in a certain direction.

His heart skipped a beat, and with only a small amount of mental power left, an illusory third eye opened on his forehead.

Heaven and earth revealed their true appearance in front of him.

I saw an extremely fierce blood sword standing between heaven and earth, exuding an arrogant and fierce power.

But unexpectedly, no one even Li Cheng and others noticed this knife.

The direction and end point of the blood color converging just now was the blood knife.

Dong suddenly touched Jiang Ping's face and showed a rare smile:

"I've always been happy with you."

"Old Qiu!"

"exist!"

Qiu Daoyu had never seen Miss Dong so serious, so he quickly answered.

"Take your son away, I'll stop him."

"Hey, don't do it randomly!"

Jiang Ping immediately realized what Dong wanted to do.

"I lost Cheng Lin'er when I swore that I would never leave my woman again in my life.

Don’t force me to scold me!”

"Lao Qiu, stop! Do you still want to knock me out?"

"Dong, don't forget what I told you?"

"We will bear the responsibility together if there is anything!"

"Besides, there are seven great masters here. Can't they be stopped when they are united?"

"I don't care. At worst, I won't stop playing! I won't let you get into trouble anyway."

Jiang Ping pushed away Lao Qiu, who was raising one hand, smiled embarrassedly, walked to Dong, stood side by side with her, and then held her shoulder with one hand.

"Remember, I'm your man!"

"Isn't it just a knife?"

"I have had several magic weapons in my life, and I am still afraid of a knife?"

Dong looked at Jiang Ping's side face, felt his shaking hands, and shook his head and laughed.

It's really...showing off.

But this feeling is pretty good.

She didn't think that Jiang Ping could recover immediately, that was unreasonable.

"what ever."

Dong Dantian said.

"Brother Jiang, what are you talking about?"

Li Cheng didn't understand why.

"Shut up! I've told you to leave, you have to stay. Now, no one can escape."

Jiang Ping said angrily:

"You have to fight hard for me later, otherwise I will scold your father!"

Li Cheng: “…”

Your way of revenge is really fresh and refined.

But he still doesn't understand.

"Uncle Dongyang, do you know?"

He asked Li Dongyang beside him.

Li Dongyang shook his head, touched his waist knife with his hand, and looked around with caution:

"Mr. Jiang will not talk nonsense, so something must have happened. There is also the sound just now. Young Master, please be careful.

If necessary, don’t keep your hand at the trump card that the prince left to you.”

Li Cheng interrupted: "But, my father didn't leave me any trump cards!"

Li Dongyang paused, turned his head stiffly, and looked at Li Cheng: "Prince, I've given you nothing?"

"No."

Li Cheng shook his head honestly, "Since I broke through the Grand Master and got the Zibing of Jiujiang Sword, all the methods my father left in my body have been taken away.

He told me that with these things, I have dependence and cannot realize my full potential.

So except for leaving a Jiujiang sword intent for me to understand and learn, nothing was left.

Is there any problem?"

"No."

Li Dongyang shut up directly.
To be continued...