The Most Powerful Young Man

The deep and murderous voice echoed in the empty castle for a long time.

Xiao Yao looked around for a moment, snorted coldly, and said with a smile: "Bring me here, and now I don’t dare to show my head, what's the matter? I really thought Xiao Yao was a good-tempered person, believe me today or not. Raze your broken castle to the ground?"

After saying this, the aura in Xiao Yao's body ran wildly again, and the air in the entire castle became depressed at this moment.

"If you want your woman to die, just take it." The young man didn't know when he stood behind Xiao Yao.

And Xia Yixing stood in front of him.

Xiao Yao turned around, glanced at the young man, and grinned openly.

"Do you know what you are doing?" Xiao Yao asked.

The young man's eyes were gloomy: "Did you bring the Lingyu you brought?"

Xiao Yao smiled happily.

The young man seemed to be a little impatient, and said angrily: "What are you laughing at?"

"Laugh at you stupid. If I haven't seen my woman yet, I might have passed the Lingyu to you. Now that I have seen my woman, do you think you can still blackmail me?" said After this sentence, Xiao Yao's body instantly appeared in front of the young man, and at the same time he slapped it out.

That young blood race instantly turned into a black mist, which condensed and formed in the distance.

Xiao Yao didn't care about him, as long as he squeezed Xia Yixing's hand tightly, a big rock fell in his heart.

"Do you think you can save her?" The young man suddenly sneered.

Xiao Yao frowned slightly. In fact, even if the young man didn't speak, Xiao Yao realized that something was wrong.

Before seeing Xia Yixing, his eyes were absent, and he just felt that he might be frightened, but now, Xiao Yao held Xia Yixing’s hand, she was still expressionless, there was no bright color in her eyes, and there seemed to be something inside her body. Cold air machine.

"What did you do to her?" Xiao Yao said, turning his face and staring at the young man.

"Don't ask me, you should ask our great blood clan king." The young man smiled and said, "I only know that in this world, no one can be an enemy of our blood clan, otherwise, it will be a dead end, including you. !"

At the end, the young blood family Jie Jie laughed strangely.

"I don't know if I will die or not, but I know, you must die in front of me." After saying this, Xiao Yao rushed to the young man again, and at the same time stretched out his hand and pinched him. Neck.

"Do you think you can kill me?" The young man snorted coldly, his body turned into a black mist again.

"Do you think I really can't kill you?" Xiao Yao snorted, and suddenly a cloud of white ice and fire burst out from his palm, instantly swallowing the cloud of black mist.

There is no way for the young blood race to condense and form.

"I envy you blood races, each of you scumbags, there is also a kind of optimism that Laozi is invincible in the world." Xiao Yao clapped his hands, walked to Xia Yixing's, stretched out a hand and poured a hint of aura into her body.

At this time, thousands of bats swarmed at the gate of the castle and upstairs in an instant.

"Finally can't calm down?" Xiao Yao glanced coldly, then looked at Peng Yiming, and said, "I'll leave it to you."

Peng Yiming laughed and said, "Young Master, don't worry, I will overturn this old castle today!"

After finishing speaking, with a roll of a long sword in his hand, a sword aura opened the heavenly gate, and the majestic momentum was overwhelming.

A knife gas tore hundreds of bats to pieces.

At the same time, Peng Yiming moved his feet and roared, and an aura spread, rippling in the air like water ripples.

The blood bat that had just approached Peng Yiming was torn to pieces in an instant.

"Yunxiao will go on an expedition, no grass will grow!" Peng Yiming gave a cold snort.

Standing behind Peng Yiming, Xiao Yao couldn't listen anymore: "How many years old, don't pretend to be forced, hurry up."

Peng Yiming smiled awkwardly, and again raised the long knife in his hand and rushed into the depths of the black and crushed bat group. With each knife falling, dozens of blood bats could be taken away.

Xiao Yao looked at Xia Yixing standing in front of him with a grim expression.

"They made you suffer, I will let the entire Eagle Nation repay it." Xiao Yao stretched out his hand, touched Xia Yixing's face, and reactivated the aura in Xia Yixing's body, trying to give the **** and violent aura in Xia Yixing's body. Forced out.

"Can you solve the curse of our blood clan?" At this time, a voice of yin and yang suddenly sounded.

Xiao Yao raised his head. Above the old castle, there was a man with slightly curled hair, a black robe, his face was pale, and his eyes were deep. He was about thirty or forty years old, but his true age was definitely more than that.

"Are you a blood clan king?" Xiao Yao asked curiously.

"Xiao Yao, hand over the Lingyu, and I will let you go." The man continued.

Xiao Yao took a deep breath.

"I really don't know why each of you of the blood race can have such fascinating self-confidence." Xiao Yao sighed, and the black dragon knife was already in his hand.

The man hanging upside down on the castle frowned slightly.

"Are you really not afraid of your woman dying here?"

"If she really dies here, I will make Eagle Country a dead country." Xiao Yao said, "It doesn't seem to be a loss to let a country be buried."

The man's face finally seemed to be no longer calm.

He felt that Xiao Yao had no intention of joking at all when he said these words.

Every word he said made his eyelids jump.

"If this is the case, you must die here today." After saying this, the man suddenly turned into hundreds of red-brown bats and attacked Xiao Yao.

"Beast." Xiao Yao cursed, and he cut a bat with a black dragon knife in his hand, but did not kill a bat.

He was a little surprised, but it was quite normal to think about it.

According to the information in his hand, this blood clan king is already a cultivator in the Lingjiang realm. If it is really easy to kill it, it would be too random.

Such a blood clan king is not so easy to deal with.

A ball of ice and fire finally burned more than a hundred bats.

"Hey, it seems that you, the king of the clan, are also quite ordinary!"

The remaining bats quickly gathered and formed, and the black robe man appeared in front of Xiao Yao, and grabbed Xiao Yao's neck with one hand.

"Fuck me away!" Xiao Yao's blade flicked, pushing the opponent back, and at the same time, a thousand-odd black dragon sword appeared on top of Xiao Yao's head.

Swordsmanship has been divided into swordsmanship.

The black dragon knife is like a dense cluster of feather arrows, shooting sharply in the direction of the black robe man.

At the same time, he turned his face to look at Peng Yiming, and said, "Take Xia Yixing out of here first."

"Little Lord……"

Xiao Yao waved his hand and said, "If this beast can hurt me, I will have your last name."

Peng Yiming grinned.

Think about it, even if this blood clan king really has the cultivation base of Lingjiang realm, what can he do?

At first, the white eyebrows who had been half-step Linghai were also forced to retreat by Xiao Yao?

When Peng Yiming pulled Xia Yixing's arm and wanted to leave, hundreds of bats still wanted to keep up, but Xiao Yao's path was blocked by a group of ice and fire.

As soon as he turned his face, the black robe man rushed in front of Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao slapped it out, and the entire castle fell into turmoil.

"Now, let me teach you how to behave." Xiao Yao squinted and looked at the blood clan king who was trapped by the swordsmanship.

Just when he was about to make another move, the black-robed clan king suddenly turned into a rain of blood and fell to the ground.

"Curse of the blood clan, summon the great demon, ten thousand blood clan, Xiao Yao, you will die today!"

This sound sounds so strange, there is no accurate sound source, as if from all directions.

Xiao Yao didn't say a word, only his body rose into the air, holding the black dragon knife in his hand tightly, and accompanied by an angry shout, the sword air leaned like a billowing Yangtze River.

At the moment Peng Yiming exited the enchantment, he saw a purple cold light shining from the castle.

In an instant, the entire castle, like a watermelon cut by a knife, turned into two halves, collapsed in an instant, smoke and dust rolled, and the roar came from a distance, deafening.

"Blood, should you have disappeared from the world today?" Peng Yiming snorted coldly, no longer looked back, and led Xia Yixing out of the barrier.

Just when the castle was about to collapse, Xiao Yao held the black dragon knife and turned into a purple rainbow and rushed straight into the heaven.

After landing, he looked at the ruins in front of him and sneered again and again.

"Come on, I really want to see how capable your **** or blood curse is!" Xiao Yao laughed wildly.

Among the ruins, bursts of bats emerged, and finally all turned into human forms.

Thousands?

Ten thousand!

"Well, it's barely enough for me to kill." Xiao Yao smiled, so naively.

Only by slaying 10,000 blood races, can you calm down your anger!

Black Dragon's first cut, cut the air!

The body moved with the wind, rose into the air, swiped a knife, and killed a thousand blood races.

"Xiao Yao, you can kill one thousand, you can kill two thousand, how can you kill ten thousand?" The clan king's voice echoed in the distance.

"Who said no?" Xiao Yao laughed loudly, a huge square seal, slowly flying into the sky.

Cover the full moon.

Lei Shen Yin magnified countless times, and enveloped all the remaining nine thousand blood races.

"What?!" The voice of the blood clan king didn't calm down.

"Don't worry, this is just the beginning." Xiao Yao half-squinted his eyes.

"How about your 10,000 blood clan?"

"How about Rao being the king of your blood clan?"

"I have a sword named Black Dragon."

"I have a seal, named Thor."

"Today, with the black dragon knife in my hand and the Thunder God's mark in the sky, I will kill you 10,000 blood races."

"Only in this way can the hatred be relieved!"

"Thor's mark, drop!"

A shock of thunder descended from the sky and fell into the remaining nine thousand blood races. The air wave rolled, the murderous aura was raging, and the blood mist filled the entire space.

The man, holding the knife, holding his head high, his eyes indifferent, and listening to the screams in his ears, there was no wave in his heart.