The madman goes down the mountain: I have five stunning masters

hum!

Long Xiaoyun's aura suddenly changed, and a strong blood energy burst out from his body, rushing ten meters into the air.

From afar, in a thick blood-red fog, a blood-red figure stood sternly with a blood-red knife in hand.

The momentum of Long Xiaoyun suddenly increased by more than ten times, and a monstrous bloody smell, accompanied by overwhelming murderous intent, suddenly spread around!

He shouted, "Go to hell!"

He had a bad temper to begin with, and coupled with the plotting against him by Ye Lingyun and the sharp-mouthed old monster, he was so furious that he unleashed his strongest fighting power.

He wanted to end the battle as quickly as possible, seize all the treasures and escape using the blood escape technique.

Even if someone discovered him, it would be of no use.

"what!"

The sharp-mouthed old monster was shocked.

His eyes were blood red, and the extremely fishy smell almost made him faint.

The Long Xiaoyun in front of him was like an unrivaled god of death, making him unable to muster the slightest desire to resist.

But he knew he couldn't run away, so he could only fight with all his strength.

at this time.

call!

Long Xiaoyun wielded a bloody knife and descended from the sky, slashing at the head of the sharp-mouthed old monster.

"what!"

The sharp-mouthed old monster yelled angrily.

He used up all his strength, concentrating all his energy on the black sickle, and slashed out more than twenty sickle shadows to meet the blood knife.

He sensed mortal danger and had to go out with all his strength.

The terrifying blood knife and sickle collided with each other, making a loud bang!

when!

The shadow of the old monster's sickle disappeared in an instant, and a huge force was transmitted from the sickle into his palm.

Click!

His palms cracked and he lost his grip on the sickle, which flew out.

But the power of the blood knife remained undiminished and it still slashed down.

The old monster with the pointed mouth felt the danger of death. He shouted loudly, and his body turned into a ball of black mist with a bang.

boom!

The bloody knife cut the black fog in half, leaving a terrifying knife mark on the ground that was five meters deep and more than ten meters long.

As the black fog rolled, it condensed into a human figure again, which was the old monster with a pointed mouth!

This was his second to last life, but he didn't expect it to be taken away by Long Xiaoyun with just one sword.

He only has one life left.

If he is beheaded again, his soul will be torn to pieces.

"what!"

The sharp-mouthed old monster screamed hysterically: "Mr. Qiu, come and help me, I'm going to die!"

"Mr. Qiu, come and help me!"

He retreated a dozen steps in horror, but was quickly stopped by Long Xiaoyun, leaving him with nowhere to retreat!

Long Xiaoyun sneered: "You will be the first to die! In my dictionary, betrayal means death!"

As he spoke, he slowly raised the knife: "Go to hell!"

A blood-red shadow more than ten meters long appeared on the blood knife, frightening the sharp-mouthed old monster so much that he screamed repeatedly: "I will fight you!"

He knew that he would have no chance even if he tried his best, but he also knew that he would have no chance at all if he didn't try his best.

His greatest hope was Ye Lingyun, but he felt that even if Ye Lingyun took action, he might not be able to withstand Long Xiaoyun's terrifying attack.

And here.

Ram Pants was furious and screamed: "Don't hide if you have the guts! Jumping around like a rabbit, it's embarrassing!"

"Besides running, what else can you do? You are bringing shame to your parents and your master!"

Just as Ye Lingyun said, his crazy and violent attacks were useless and he couldn't hit anyone at all.

This kid is very strange. Although they both ride a flying treasure, his speed is far inferior to Ye Lingyun.

The most annoying thing was that he noticed that Ye Lingyun was controlling the gourd to dodge around, obviously trying to play a trick on him.

At this moment, he only had one and a half dragons of vitality left, which meant that half of them had been consumed.

If this continues, he will be exhausted to death.

When his vitality is completely used up, Ye Lingyun can easily crush him to death, and he will become the most miserable Martial Saint on Blue Star, being crushed to death after his vitality is completely used up!

The more Ram Pants thought about it, the angrier he became. His whole body was shaking violently and his eyes were bloodshot, but he still had to fight.

When the fight reaches this point, it is just like a cat playing with a mouse, there is no victory to be had.

Ye Lingyun laughed and said, "I told you that if you destroy your Dantian, I can spare your life, but you just wouldn't listen and insisted on exhausting your vitality and being trampled to death by me!"

"This is your personal choice, you can't blame me!"

"You can only die a stupid death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his expression changed and he looked sideways.

The old monster with the sharp mouth used his life-saving skills again and shouted for help.

It is obvious that the old monster with a sharp mouth has reached a critical moment of life and death.

He has already agreed to stand on the same side with the old monster Sharp Mouth, and he cannot ignore Sharp Mouth's affairs.

Whoosh!

Ye Lingyun flashed above Long Xiaoyun and swung the filial piety stick to smash him down.

Surround Wei and rescue Zhao!

Long Xiaoyun sensed the sound of wind above his head, so he could only retract his sword and swing it upward to block.

Bang!

The huge force pushed Ye Lingyun and the gourd away hundreds of meters.

Whoosh!

The sharp-mouthed old monster took advantage of the situation to escape.

How could he dare to stay? After Long Xiaoyun killed Ye Lingyun, he would definitely come back to kill him. He couldn't just stand there and wait to die.

Rampants laughed, "Hahaha!"

"I'm leaving now! You guys just take your time fighting here!"

Whoosh!

As soon as he finished speaking, he appeared fifty meters away and quickly fled towards the top of the mountain, not daring to stop for a moment.

All treasures are just clouds, saving your life is the most important thing.

But he regretted it the next second.

A blood-red shadow suddenly appeared on the way forward, and he couldn't defend himself and crashed into it directly.

Bang!

puff!

He spat out a mouthful of blood, felt dizzy and dazed, and couldn't help but curse: "What the hell is this!"

Ram Pants' eyes widened: "What, what is this!"

I saw a blood-colored armor majestically blocking in front of him. It was certain that he had just collided with this armor.

This armor is too weird. It can actually block his way automatically. Could it be the legendary spiritual treasure?

Generally, weapons used by a Martial Saint are controlled by the vital energy input by the Martial Saint. Without the input of vital energy, the weapons will not automatically attack the enemy or defend.

Only psychic weapons will actively attack.

This kind of treasure is usually in the hands of secluded families, and ordinary people are not qualified to own it.

Moreover, only the ancestors of secluded families can possess it, and ordinary people cannot control it at all.

Suddenly something appeared here and blocked my way. Could it be that God was blessing me and sending me a treasure?

Thinking of this, he laughed out loud: "There is a saying in Dragon Country, that if you survive a great disaster, you will have good fortune in the future. It seems that my Ram's great fortune has come!"

In his mind, he imagined getting the bloody armor and galloping across the entire Daguang Kingdom, and he laughed uncontrollably.

If you didn't know him, you would think he was completely crazy.

Ram cut his fingertips and a few drops of blood shot towards the blood-colored armor.

Currently, the only way for a warrior to recognize a treasure as its master is to drip blood. As long as enough blood is dripped, even the most powerful treasure can recognize its master.

But it’s better if he doesn’t bleed.

As soon as the blood fell on the blood-colored armor, a dangerous aura came towards him.