After returning from cultivating immortality, I was exposed by my sister’s live broadcast

"Bump!" The

giant shield rushed in front of the Blood Clan's elite with a ballistic trajectory, like a high-speed locomotive crashing into him.

"Wow~" The elite of the blood clan flew out like a kite with a broken string, its internal organs squeezed and crushed in mid-air, and a large piece of blood sprayed on the mask with the fragments of internal organs when it opened its mouth, and the person fell out of the ring, fell to the ground and convulsed and couldn't get up again.

"Bang la!"

As if by inertia, Zhao Tianyou's legs made two long deep pits in the ground, and his legs and knees were completely submerged in the floor.

Zhao Tianyou bowed his body and slowly put down the giant square shield in his hand, with a solemn expression.

The giant square shield wriggled and turned into a nameless war gun, and Zhao Tianyou slammed the tail of the gun on the ground, pulling himself out with the help of inertia.

Nameless war gun? No, it already has a new name.

Abyssion.

Born in the abyss of the void, a gift from the guests of the other side.

After the streamer and crow feather, the third weapon to be given the name of Zhao Tianyou.

After winning the victory again, Zhao Tianyou was in a good mood, and after feeling that the mana in his body was enough for him to casually, he stretched out his hand to sense, and those crow feather flying blades that were not seriously damaged were contacted, and they broke away from the ruins one after another, returned to him, and after flying around him, they covered the big feather behind him.

The link is covered on the tail of the big cloud, looming, like the wings of a bird, hiding a killing machine.

One hundred and eight crow feather flying blades, due to the low level of materials, serious damage, under a battle, only twenty-three well-preserved ones were left at this time, Zhao Tianyou was not distressed, after all, the production method of crow feather flying blades was simple, as long as he collected enough silver, he could manufacture them in batches, what he should consider was how to enhance the quality of crow feather flying blades, so that they were not so easy to damage.

At this time, Zhao Tianyou had won four games in a row, but Venn and they still refused to give up, insisting that Zhao Tianyou was already a grasshopper after the autumn, but he was just holding on.

The fifth elite of the blood clan soon came to power, and Zhao Tianyou did not talk nonsense with the other party.

As the battle began, Zhao Tianyou linked the Streamer Han Sword to pretend to attack, and when the elite of the blood clan was distracted, the magic technique was used again, and his body was ghostly approaching the other party, and when the opponent hastily changed the trajectory, Zhao Tianyou suddenly jumped up.

The abyssal in his hand wriggled and turned into a two-handed war hammer.

With one hand, Zhao Tianyou's sleeves were propped up, and the knotted muscles were faintly visible, and he clenched the long handle of the war hammer with both hands, and smashed his head down.

"Boom!"

the howling wind sounded.

The war hammer smashed down, only the crisp sound of bones shattering, the ground was dusty, and the tile floor with a radius of more than ten meters was directly shaken out by gravity, and the center of the war hammer was a concave irregular pit.

The corpses of the elite of the Blood Clan have blurred their flesh and blood, and the battle vest has condensed into irregular flesh.

"Bang la la~" Fragments of shattered tiles fell to the ground.

Seventy-two techniques and fifty-six, vigorous.

Sure enough, when this song sounds, it can also be amplified in magic.

Zhao Tianyou slowly walked out of the pit smashed by the war hammer, the filthy blood was clearly visible on the war hammer in his hand, and with the wriggling, the blood on it was swallowed by the war hammer, Zhao Tianyou looked sideways, and felt that the weight of the war hammer in his hand increased.

Although it only added a dozen grams of weight, he felt it keenly.

The weapon he gave the name 'Abyssal Guest', due to the special creation of the Void, can devour the negative emotions of living beings and the evolution and qualitative transformation of flesh and blood.

Flesh increases mass, and emotions make it evolve.

Speaking of negative emotions, the blood clans present at this time were constantly providing Zhao Tianyou with a large number of emotions such as 'hatred', 'fear', and 'jealousy'.

These emotions turned into wisps of purple breath, which surged in one after another, and were swallowed by the abyssal in their hands.

"What an amazing weapon. Zhao Tianyou carried the Yuanke who had turned into a war spear on his shoulder: "Do you still want to come?"

At this time, he had won five games in a row, and even if Wayne intended to change the rules and only use three girls at a time as a bet, more than half of the girls were rescued at this time.

The rest of the girls, no accident, as long as Zhao Tianyou wins four more games in a row, they can all be rescued.

"Up, keep up!" he must be holding on. Unable to stand Zhao Tianyou's mocking eyes, Vane clenched his fists and commanded angrily.

The sixth and seventh elites of the blood clan appeared, and they were respectively cut by Zhao Tianyou, and they were solved at close range with various weapons transformed by Yuanke.

When the eighth elite of the blood clan came on the field, the βios just ended, and as the song ended, the Yuanke war spear in Zhao Tianyou's hand turned into black crystal foam and dissipated, and the many bonuses of Zhao Tianyou also faded, Zhao Tianyou was a little reluctant, and he could only pull out the Tianshen Sand Eagle on his waist to prepare for battle.

The Streamer Han Sword served as a shield to resist the elite artillery fire of the Blood Clan, and Zhao Tianyou drew his gun and aimed.

"Bump!" the Celestial Sand Eagle spewed out a fiery red tongue of fire, and the two bullets accurately hit the metal helmet of the elite of the Blood Clan, and the terrifying penetration of the bullets directly shattered the helmet of the elite of the Blood Clan, blowing its head open.

Spikes.

Compared to the gorgeous slash that the abyssion needs to get close to the enemy, the Celestial Sand Eagle is the most direct and decisive sniper.

"Whew~" Zhao Tianyou blew the muzzle of the Heavenly God Sand Eagle: "This pair of double guns is also good, huh? There is even

the attribute of infinite magazines?" Zhao Tianyou said that he should not love Yuanke, this is not bad for the Heavenly God Sand Eagle, it is powerful, penetrating, fast and has the attribute of infinite magazines, and it is really worthy of the title of the gods.

Not only that, but this pair of twin guns is very malleable, and if Zhao Tianyou finds a suitable material, he can also transform and strengthen it.

After all, Zhao Tianyou's opponent is not just a lower-level blood clan, the real terrifying one should be Dracula, who has a godhead.

"Bump

!" and "Bump!"

seemed to have played enough, and the next two opponents, Zhao Tianyou chose the most energy-saving way, and at the moment of the battle, he pulled the trigger to shoot the enemy in the head.

By this time, he had won eight consecutive victories, and all the girls captured by the blood clan magnates had been rescued.

"Is no one going to go?" Zhao Tianyou stood in the ring, playing with the Heavenly God Sand Eagle, and looked a little arrogant when he asked loudly.

"No, Xiaotian, the children have been rescued.

Liang Yue comforted the restless girls, walked off the platform surrounded by them, and excitedly walked to the railing of the VIP platform, waving to Zhao Tianyou.

"This is coming up.

Zhao Tianyou was about to leave, but the lower-level blood clans around the ring had unkind expressions, and they all came up to block the way, obviously not planning to give up.

"Hmph. Zhao Tianyou snorted coldly, and the pocket sword on his waist flickered, turning into dozens of streamer Han swords flying around him.

Pulling out the Heavenly God Sand Eagle, the big wind behind Zhao Tianyou was automatic, and the crow feather flying blade hidden in the tail loomed, and when it collided, it made a crisp impact sound of 'jingle bell'.

After seeing Zhao Tianyou's many killing moves, these lower-level blood clans did not dare to make mistakes, and in the face of Zhao Tianyou's coming, they retreated one after another to make way for them.