Wu Wei was very accurate in the timing, so he should have made preparations secretly.

Using the taboo secret technique is an extremely dangerous bet. He was unwilling to use it before. On the one hand, it was a great problem, and on the other hand, it was not sure whether Hu Yan had a taboo secret technique. It was not too high. Therefore, Wu Wei was unwilling to gamble on this game. However, at this point, Hu Yan had already forced him to have a fight, but the victory in the victory still made Wu Wei feel uneasy and prepared a backup plan.

If Hu Yan had no way to deal with it, he could turn around and win, and gain a lot of money. He was afraid that Hu Yan would also have taboo secret techniques to be with him. The foundations of their respective amplitudes were different, and the power gap after the surge was even more disparate, which was even more difficult to defeat. If this was the worst case, it was obvious that he and Russell would definitely die. The only thought left was to try their best to spread the name of the murderer through the waist card so that his fellow disciples could avenge them.

He knew that his family's defeat was not great, but when he saw Hu Yan's momentum soaring, he couldn't help but sank into the bottom of the valley. He knew that it was indeed the worst situation. In his despair, he immediately took the opportunity to start the backhand, seized the wonderful opportunity of Hu Yan to use the secret method of the taboo. He immediately released his divine thoughts and wanted to inform the saint son of the Luo family of the true murderer.

When Hu Yan saw Wu Wei so smart, he was also in a state of deep thought and shouted "Oh no!" with a very angry expression. Without saying a word, he came as he waved his knife, and it was as fast as lightning! It was like an angry arrow shot, and it arrived in an instant!

"Those who kill me Wu Wei, blood..."

"Click--"

Wu Wei responded quickly, but Hu Yan used his sword but was not slow. The army of 400,000 evil demons condensed into a phantom of a hundred-foot-meter-long sword, but saw the light like a line, cutting straight on Wu Wei's wrist where he was holding the waist card. It was not just everything, but it seemed like a burst. Wu Wei's second half of his divine thought had only time to spit out the word "blood", and it had already exploded and turned into powder and was wiped out.

"You...wow--"

Seeing that his right hand and waist card were broken together, Wu Wei was so angry that his head and neck were purple, and he roared out a word. He became so angry that his chest became stuffy and vomited blood almost three liters!

This mouthful of blood was spit out with anger. Wu Wei was suddenly defeated in spirit and form, with a pale face and a crazy smile. His aura also fell again and again, and his prosperity declined. However, he knew that the number of deaths was unstoppable, and he eventually became more and more desperate and even more despaired.

After dispersing the courage that was born from the last line of hope, it was even more difficult to fight Huyan. So he stretched his body like a big roc spreading his wings. If he had a momentum of moving forward, he would not move forward but retreat, and he would rise to Huyan instead, and would try to use his own body as a temptation, and block Huyan, and still roaring wildly.

"Junior sister retreat quickly! I will send a letter to me and tell the Holy Son who is the murderer. There will be a Holy Son who will avenge me and kill this thief!"

Russell watched Wu Wei suddenly showed his power, and he was surprised and cheered. He thought that with the help of his senior brother, the secret method of the taboo, he would definitely kill the thief. Who would have thought that "the devil is one foot taller than the devil is one foot taller than the devil." The thief also had the final means, and his momentum changed again. After several changes in an instant, she was already shocked. When she heard Wu Wei roaring, she woke up again. Seeing Wu Wei's eyes were so angry that she wanted to feed the tiger with her body to save her life, her eyes were so angry that she trembled.

"Senior Brother--"

On Russell's beautiful face, two tears burst out in an instant, and he couldn't stop it. He still bit his silver teeth and shouted: "Senior brother is waiting for a while. When I send the message out, I will go all the way with my senior brother...!"

Only when you are alive and die can you show your true feelings.

Russell lost his husband in his early years, but he was very fortunate that he would join the demon-loving ancestor and become a saint. Over time, he gradually became fascinated by his style and secretly admired him. He had feelings for him, but Wu Wei often treated him as his junior sister. He was always close to him, but he had nothing to do with him, and he was contrary to his moral principles. This feeling could only allow Russell to hide deeply and never have the time to go out of the world.

It was not until this moment that she dared to give up all the constraints and put this feeling out with courage, but she felt relaxed in her heart, but she felt a complicated and unspeakable feeling, "If you have fate but not part, you can die with her, I...really!"

After staying tightly for a long time, her already gorgeous face was able to let go, and her already beautiful face was even more dazzling, and she watched the dark back explode in the endless sword aura. She had already opened her spiritual sense and stimulated her waist card and scolded her: "The murderer is..."

Hu Yan, who had already come to his senses, could she allow her to succeed? She slashed Wu Wei's body with a gloomy face. She was already scattered in two pieces and rushed towards Russell!

She spit out less than three words, and the sword energy was already here, but she still couldn't get what she wanted. The waist card, the green wrists and half of her body that were holding the waist card were shattered by the sword energy.

After being hit so hard, the tide-like pain surged. Even Hu Yan was standing by, he knew how painful it was. But the woman had never moaned in pain. There was only a trace of regret on her delicate face, but there was also a bright smile that Hu Yan dared not face it. However, she was too deeply injured and could not help but be pale, like a white lotus standing in the water. I felt pity and amazed at it.

Hu Yan was silent, but for some reason, he didn't want to see the woman's charming beauty again. He suddenly felt violent and snorted again, destroying half of the remaining body of the woman.

At this point, Wu Wei, the first disciple of the Demon-loving Saint, was tragically killed. Russell, the widow of the Mei family who was famous all over the world, also lost her fragrance and had no way to live.

"Hmph! What a pair of mandarin ducks with the same fate, I am considered a beauty of adulthood!"

Hu Yan murmured, feeling unhappy, so he had to comfort himself like this, so he carefully restrained the two of them, wrapped their blood and blood in their bodies, and slowly refined them.

If there is a different situation, these two people have no old grudges with him, or they do not have such a prominent and self-important identity, so they will be able to show mercy for the two of them. Hu Yan may be able to show mercy and do not mind achieving something good, being a favorable favor, or giving the two a great marriage.

It’s a pity that all these things are destined to die without a doubt. Hu Yan is not allowed to feel a little soft-hearted, but he has to be a little soft-hearted. If he lets these two people go, the only thing that will inevitably lead him to the danger of life and death. The Blood Sword Demon Sect is destroyed every now and then under the wrath of the saint, there will never be a second situation.

This is the demon world. People with soft hearts are destined to seek death. Only those who are extremely cruel can be free to the world and create great achievements.

Therefore, even if Hu Yan was compassionate and touched by the two of them for their life and death, if he went back to time and made another choice, he would still do this and would never regret it.

It is only because of the fate of heaven. Huyan's strength has improved greatly, and he has thought of taking the dragon and horse for transportation. When he met Russell and Wu Wei, who had formed a long time ago, he ended up with the consequences of the tragic death of the two. It can be said that his fate is determined by heaven, and the heaven is not by others.

The feeling of feeling was instantly subsided. Hu Yan cleaned the surroundings and put away the empty bags left by the two of them. He knew that "there must be troubles here, and it is not suitable to stay for a long time". He waved his sleeves and raised the wind, disturbing the smell, breath, and traces that were scattered around him. He went straight to the sky with the wind, thinking that he had not left any clues, so he galloped away and fled without a trace.

"Let my junior sister have a way out! I, Wu Wei, are willing to destroy my mind!"

"put……"

In Huyan's body, the Wu Wei bloodline that had dispersed thousands of particles still had a fierce resistance to Huyan's thoughts. This obsession was so strong that even Huyan was staring at him, and then he had a headache.

Although there were saints as a guide, Hu Yan's thoughts were now extremely powerful and far from being comparable to ordinary divine realms, Wu Wei's persistence made Hu Yanfei spend more thoughts and more hours before he could slowly refine his mind.

However, Russell's bloodline was scattered and sealed in Huyan's body, which was particularly abnormal. It was neither quarrel nor disturbing. The thoughts were quiet and soft as water, as if there was no complaints about his own situation, but instead he was happy and had no obsession. This was a decisive intention to die with his senior brother, and he was willing to be refining his mind. This naturally made Huyan take a lot of effort.

Both of them are at the peak of the divine realm, and their bloodlines have the mystery of rebirth that can be reborn by dropping blood. As long as there is a magical sap in the bloodline, there is also hope for rebirth, it is impossible to look at it lightly.

But no matter whether Russell cooperates or Wu Wei, who fought fiercely to save his junior sister, was tightly imprisoned in Huyan's body with great strength, he naturally was not afraid of any storm they had again. Only if they were finally erased, it would be nothing more than a nuance of time and thoughts.

Two million miles ahead of Huyan running towards the Demon Realm, when Russell and Wu Wei were in trouble, a figure suddenly stood up, his majestic face frowned slightly, and then became more powerful in anger.

"Those who kill me Wu Wei, blood..."

"The murderer..."

His waist was shaking, but only two sudden divine sounds were transmitted one after another, as if he was encountering an extremely dangerous thing. Hearing these two not unfamiliar voices, the majestic man could tell that it was Wu Wei and Russell, who came from the saints of his ancestors, seemed to have died, but before his death, he tried his best to tell the name of the murderer, but unfortunately the murderer saw it through and did not get what he wanted.

"Blood……?"

This man seemed to be born with dignity and was born noble. At this time, he was not busy with rescue. He knew that he was unable to save him, so he frowned and thought about the meaning of the last words that stopped halfway.

"Maybe the two of them encountered a powerful beast?"

"Looking at the 300 million miles of the Demon Realm, there are countless powerful beasts, but they are considered to be the land of the Demon Ancestor. The other Supreme Realm beasts cannot easily interfere. However, in terms of these notorious holy beasts within 300 million miles, there are only a dozen people who have the word "blood". However, with the Supreme Realm plate in hand, they will not suddenly have a fierce intention to provoke the two. In this way, it should be human-made..."

"I have many people in the Demon Realm, but I can only get over the God-level people of Wu Wei and Russell so easily. Most of these hundreds are first-class saints of all the Taoist saints, and there are no names or titles connected to the blood word, so they should be roughly excluded..."

"But if you look at it, there are thirty gods in my demon world who are called "blood" as their name. I am a demon-loving blood demon god, a demon-loving blood demon god, a demon-loving blood and dark god, a demon-loving blood sacrifice god, a troll's blood Explosion god..."

From high to low, this man actually counted the names of the gods in the Demon Realm God Realm, which started with the word "blood", but there was no omission until the end of the thirty. He had already read the names of twenty-nine. He frowned and recited the names of the ones who ranked last in his heart and had the strength to accompany the last seat.

"…The God Lord of the Blood Sword of the Demonic Art?


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