Son-in-law Dan Zun

Above the void, the sound of collision became more violent.

However, how could Li Mu and the others give the opportunity to let the other party free their hands to deal with Luo Wushu.

Although, they didn't think that at this time, Luo Wushu could be blocked by someone.

But more or less, they have to do their part to reduce Luo Wushu's pressure.

"Zhang Dong!" Luo Wushu's gaze fell on him again, also with cold killing thoughts.

The master of the dignified Qingyun City was unexpectedly unbearable and needed a sneak attack.

The sword of the origin in his hand swallowed a terrifying slaughter light, Luo Wushu's figure flew out, assassinated with a sword.

At this moment, Zhang Dong felt a suffocating pressure, locked in, and seemed to make it impossible to escape.

"clang!"

There was a clear symphony resounding in the void, and the long sword in Zhang Dong's hand and the sword of the origin shook hard, and in an instant, the long sword was shattered.

The earth-level spirit weapon, at this moment, turned out to be extremely fragile.

A sword that pierced through the world, pierced through Zhang Dong's heart, and did not give him a chance to survive.

With violent sword aura and raging whistling, Zhang Dong's body exploded and shattered, just a single sword, as if it had broken his body into pieces.

The blood was raining, and the smell of blood filled the sky, but everyone was already numb.

"Blast forward, kill this little beast at all costs." Zhuge Yi snarled and roared with a pale face.

However, in the face of his roar, the surviving figures retreated directly.

If there are other costs, they are still willing to pay.

But how many people are willing to blew up?

Luo Wushu's blood-stained figure continued to shoot out, like a peerless slaying god, with the original sword in his hand like a death sickle, continuously taking away and depriving the strong of the lives of each, and killing faster and faster.

Because, he knew, he could not maintain this state of killing for too long.

Zhang Dong's sword was not without effect. With the continued desperate offensive, his injuries have deteriorated.

Had it not been for the fact that he had swallowed the pill before and refined a lot of spirit stones, he would have fallen down now.

Zhuge Yi also found Luo Wushu's increasingly pale face at this moment, and his gloomy face appeared with a touch of joy.

Is this the road to heaven?

"Everyone will hold on for a while, he is just holding on forcibly, and when his breath passes, he will be exposed and become the end of the force."

Zhuge Yi's voice sounded, as if to give everyone a reassurance.

"Fuck your grandma!"

"Come here, stand the guy who can't talk."

"Support? Can you hold him with a sword?"

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One after another, the figures broke open and cursed, how could you care about Zhuge Yi, the so-called wise man.

Who didn't know, Luo Wushu was gritting his teeth.

However, before Luo Wu wrote, they couldn't even hold on.

Looking at the torn faces, Zhuge Yi smiled non-committal.

Put your hands together and say: "If you can't hold it, you have to hold it. Anyway, a fellow Daoist will not die a Poor Dao."

His figure had already drifted back when Luo Wushu showed the original power of kendo.

Under such circumstances, Luo Wushu naturally couldn't afford to be near and far away and come to deal with him.

At this time, Luo Wushu's figure fell on the Demon Dao's body again, killing with a sword.

With just a few breaths, there are a few people of the devil's way, drunk hate under the sword.

Zhuge Yi was naturally happy to see this scene.

For the people of the magic way, the death light is the best, the snipe and the clam fight, and the fisherman gains.

He was also interested in the magic treasures refined by the people of the magic way.

"damn it!"

"If this goes on, let alone the snipe and the clam fighting for the fisherman's profit, we are all going to die here."

The surviving demons looked at each other and said in unison: "Please, Lord of Blood Soul!"

"Okay!" Seeing that they were all in agreement, many people of the magic way shouted in unison: "Respectfully please the Lord of the Blood Soul!"

"Respectfully invite the Lord of the Blood Soul..."

The voices were extremely loud, like a Hong Zhong, rolling across the world.

"..." At this moment, countless people are showing different colors. Why is the Lord of the Blood Soul?

Could it be that the people of the magic way are far more than the camp shown in front of them?

Zhuge Yi's eyes suddenly congealed at this moment, Lord of Blood Soul?

"Boom..." Heaven and Earth, at this moment, a murky wind blew up and raged across the void.

From the direction of the palace, there was a middle-aged man in a blood robe, volleyed and approached.

His steps are very steady, but his speed is surprisingly fast.

As if, just a few steps, I arrived at this battlefield.

The appearance of the blood-robed man reduced the temperature of the space a lot.

Faintly, there is still a strong smell of blood radiating from his body.

"A group of trash, all said that I was too lazy, and even wasted my strength."

The man in the blood-robed robe swept his eyes to the man in the magic way and screamed.

"The Lord of Blood Soul calms down his anger, mainly because Luo Wushu is too difficult." The man of Demon Dao pointed at Luo Wushu Dao.

Hearing this, the man in the blood robe narrowed his eyes slightly and swept towards Luo Wushu, suddenly revealing a strange color.

After a while, he said gloomily: "In the early days of the local legal realm, I can comprehend the original power of kendo. I have never seen this kind of talent."

"Luo Wushu, are you willing to become the blood slave of this seat?"

boom!

The words of the blood-robed man were like thunder on the ground.

The Lord of Blood Soul not only didn't kill Luo Wushu, but also took him as a blood slave. It was luck...

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as Luo Wushu is willing to nod, he...

It's under one person, above ten thousand people!

Not only will he not die today, but he can even decide the life and death of everyone present in one word.

However, they also understood that it was because of Luo Wushu's talent that the blood soul lord, a murderous demon, moved the heart of cherishing talent.

Otherwise, what Luo Wushu did was enough to make the Lord of Blood Soul **** his blood alive and die.

"Fuck!" Luo Wushu spit out coldly.

With the appearance of the blood-robed man, his slaughter figure also stopped.

"What, what..."

"He actually refused?"

Many people of Demon Dao were taken aback for a moment, and looked at Luo Wushu in disbelief. He unexpectedly refused without hesitation.

The blood soul lord's expression stiffened, and his voice became colder and colder, "You know, what does it mean to be my blood slave?"

"I don't know!" Luo Wushu shook his head, "but I know, you are not worthy!"

"Idiot!" The man with the magic way sneered, "Do you know what it means to be the blood slave of the blood soul lord?"

"It means that you are no longer a humble son-in-law, but an existence that countless people look up to."

"Under one person, above ten thousand people."

"As the saying goes, the pheasant turns into a phoenix, and the carp jumps over the dragon gate. It's nothing more than that."

"Moreover, your situation today will completely change."

"No one can kill you, even you can ask the Lord of the Blood Soul to take action and kill all the people you want to kill."

"Oh!" Luo Wushu faintly replied.

"What are you?"

"Can you really kill all the people I want to kill?"

"As long as you are willing to be the blood anger of this seat, killing is not a problem." The blood-robed man said.

"Okay, I am willing!"

Before the blood-robed man showed joy, Luo Wushu's subsequent joking voice made his face gloomy and murderous.

"I want to kill you together!"

"..."