I can bless thousands of magical powers

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Short axes flashing with cold light flew through the air and instantly blocked the long and narrow passage.

Each axe contains a force of thousands of pounds, and its sharpness made of forged materials is enough to break through heavy armor.

However, facing these short axes and sharp blades coming towards him, Zhang Yuan did not retreat but advanced instead. The Taowu sword in his hand suddenly swept out, instantly rolling up a large amount of sword light and aura.

In an instant, more than a dozen iron axes were chopped into countless pieces by the sword energy.

Splattered all over the passage!

“Ah~”

The howling of ghosts and wolves was deafening. Dozens of barbarian warriors who were blocking Zhang Yuan were hit by the flying debris and couldn't help but let out shrill screams.

But then the sword light that surged in instantly silenced all the shouts.

Stepping on the blood and broken limbs on the ground, Zhang Yuan rushed into a cabin located in the center of the fighting ship.

This was the third enemy ship he had attacked.

The first two ships belonged to the Min people and the Dahe Gang respectively, while this one belonged to the Wuqi barbarians.

The cabin he had just entered was decorated quite luxuriously. The floor was covered with tanned animal skins, and huge deer antlers and some barbarian-style jewelry were hung on the four walls.

A skinny wizard in linen clothes sat in a recliner, looking indifferently at Zhang Yuan, who was covered in blood and murderous aura.

Next to the wizard stood a trembling barbarian boy.

"interesting."

The sackcloth-clothed wizard ignored the bloodthirsty weapon in Zhang Yuan's hand, and there was a hint of surprise in his gloomy eyes: "I know you are in disguise and not one of my real people, but I can't see any flaws."

"Young warrior, can you tell me what this method is?"

There was curiosity in his eyes and a calming power in his voice.

Zhang Yuan hesitated for a moment, then took off the mask on his face.

Reveal your true face.

The sackcloth-clothed wizard suddenly realized, and his withered old face was moved: "It turns out to be a mysterious mask, amazing."

The old barbarian wizard sighed with satisfaction and said, "I guess you are the famous Bloody Knife Slayer. I heard that no one survives under your knife, but I want to make a deal with you."

He pointed to the boy next to him and said, "I am very old and don't have many days left to live. It doesn't matter if I die, but he is still a child and has never hurt anyone."

The wizard in sackcloth clothes said sincerely, "Sir, if you are willing to let him live, I can tell you where the treasure is. How about that?"

Zhang Yuan did not answer, but shook the noodles in his hand.

He put it on his face again.

The sackcloth wizard was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said, "Sorry, it's my fault."

He said this to the young man next to him.

Zhang Yuan’s meaning was very clear. Since his secret had been exposed, it was impossible for him to be left alive.

The sackcloth-robed wizard must die, and the young boy cannot escape!

In the final analysis, it was his curiosity that killed the latter.

Otherwise, there may be room for negotiation.

"In that case."

The old face of the sackcloth wizard was covered with a layer of gray death, and he murmured, "Then..."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Before he could finish his words, fist-sized holes suddenly exploded in the surrounding bulkheads, and countless wood chips flew everywhere.

Thick dark green vines drilled into the cabin through these holes and entangled towards Zhang Yuan frantically!

Zhang Yuan's eyes focused, and he immediately swung the Taowu Knife to cut off and chop the black vines that were sweeping over one by one.

Phew!

Under the chair where the sackcloth-robed wizard was sitting, a vine broke through the thick floor, and its sharp tip instantly penetrated the seat and pierced into his body, greedily sucking the blood and life of the old Wuqi man!

But the sackcloth-robed wizard sat still, without a trace of pain on his face, but instead showed a hint of relief.

He turned his head and smiled faintly at the barbarian boy next to him: "Kid, you must survive!"

call out!

A long vine wrapped around the boy's waist and pulled him towards the hole that had just been torn open behind him.

The barbarian boy finally woke up from his dream and cried out loudly, "Grandpa!"

The sackcloth-robed wizard's life has reached its final moment. The tearful young man is reflected in his old eyes, and the corners of his mouth can't help but curl up slightly.

As long as this young man can survive, his bloodline can be continued.

The old man Wuqi also believed that with his grandson's talent and luck, he would become a genius in the future.

Avenge yourself again!

He died a worthy death.

However, at the moment when the barbarian boy was dragged into the cave entrance by the vines, a bright blood light instantly swept across the cabin and silently cut off a vine blocking the way ahead.

Shoot directly at the boy’s eyebrows!

The sackcloth-robed wizard happened to witness this scene, and the look of relief on his face froze instantly.

Bang!

At the moment when this deadly blood light was about to hit the young man's vitals, an obsidian ornament hanging on his neck suddenly exploded.

The ghost of a ferocious beast with bared fangs and claws emerged, wrapping the blood light in a flash!

The true appearance of the blood-colored blade immediately became apparent; it was actually a dark red dagger.

Red blood knife!

This magical weapon was stagnant for less than half a breath of time before it broke through the beast soul's obstruction and ruthlessly pierced the boy's head!

The barbarian boy shuddered all over, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but ended up lowering his head dejectedly.

The light of life in his eyes was completely extinguished.

The vines, knowing nothing about it, carried his body into the darkness.

"No!"

The sackcloth-robed wizard, who was extremely grief-stricken, opened his mouth and let out a painful roar.

All his hopes were destroyed by this one blow!

The next moment, the Red Blood Knife flew backwards and was taken back into Zhang Yuan's body.

In fact, this barbarian boy only has the first-level cultivation strength. He is a completely insignificant little figure in the Wuqi barbarian tribe. At most, his identity is somewhat special.

But at the moment when he was taken away by the vines, Zhang Yuan's eyebrows suddenly twitched, and he suddenly felt like he was about to make a huge mistake and would definitely regret it in the future.

His mind raced, and he did not hesitate to use his strongest trump card against the weak boy.

Kill it in one fell swoop!

You should know that Zhang Yuan had previously destroyed two fighting ships in a row and encountered some dangers during the process, but he did not use the Red Blood Sword.

But when Zhang Yuan took back the magic weapon, the extremely strong feeling of uneasiness just now suddenly disappeared.

I feel a lot more relaxed.

Zhang Yuan's intuition told him that he had made the right choice.

However, the dying sackcloth-robed wizard fell into complete madness. He tried his best to stand up, and his hideous old face was distorted and deformed, with countless fine black lines appearing.

Bang!

The body of the old wizard from the Wuqi tribe suddenly swelled up and exploded into pieces in an instant.

Countless colorful poisonous insects gushed out!