I can bless thousands of magical powers

Two black-faced mandrills, one on the left and one on the right, pounced on Zhang Yuan.

Their hair flew up, their sturdy limbs were tense, and they opened their bloody mouths fiercely.

They were in a desperate posture!

What greeted the two mandrills was a sharp and unparalleled red light!

This blood light came from the red blood knife held by Zhang Yuan.

The short knife, which was only nine inches long, stimulated a six-inch blade flame, and instantly drew a dazzling arc of light in the air, first cutting the neck of the mandrill on the right.

Without any sound, the head of this mandrill fell off instantly, and the broken neck seemed to be burned by the hot flames, emitting wisps of black smoke.

The light emitted by the magic weapon did not dissipate at all.

Then he cut off the left arm of the second mandrill and cut a long scar on its chest.

Roar~

The mandrill howled and swung its right arm, trying to tear Zhang Yuan's flesh with its black claws.

It used all its strength in this attack.

Its strength was so strong that it could smash hard rocks, and the power of its claws could tear through heavy armor!

However, Zhang Yuan, who had six times the agility, easily dodged the mandrill's desperate counterattack with a flash.

The red blood knife stabbed out diagonally and stabbed into its waist and abdomen!

The mandrill shook all over, and its strong body withered and decayed in the blink of an eye, and curls of black smoke rose up.

When Zhang Yuan drew out his magic weapon, the mountain monster had turned into ashes.

After solving the mandrill that blocked his way, Zhang Yuan continued to advance.

The cave nest where the mandrill hid was a huge grotto, and gray-white stalactites hung down from the high dome, which was a unique view.

In the center of the cave, there was a bowl-shaped pool of ten feet square, filled with dark red liquid.

A strong smell of blood hit me in the face.

It turned out to be a pool of blood!

Zhang Yuan saw at a glance that six mandrills were surrounding the pool of blood.

Including the white-faced mandrill.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Seeing Zhang Yuan rushing into the cave, the leader of the mandrills jumped up and down in a rage.

It looked like it was going to tear him into pieces and swallow him whole!

Under its command, the other five mandrills rushed towards Zhang Yuan.

Previously, Zhang Yuan tracked the fleeing group of mandrills and found that there were a total of five of them hiding in this cave.

And now there are as many as eight of them, three of which are undoubtedly those who stayed in the old nest.

Although the mandrills have the advantage in numbers, they are all a piece of cake for Zhang Yuan who holds the magic weapon.

A dish that has no nutrition but can be easily finished!

He switched the Red Blood Knife from his left hand to his right hand.

The blood flame of the knife increased by an inch again!

This knife flame was stimulated by Zhang Yuan through the magic weapon in his hand after adding the power of the knife technique.

Although it greatly increased the consumption of blood and qi, the lethality to the mandrills increased dramatically.

With one swing of the knife, a mandrill's head was cut off.

Then he stabbed through the heart of another mandrill, creating a horrible wound on the latter's chest.

As long as the Red Blood Knife hits the vital point, all the mandrills will die on the spot, and there is no possibility of resurrection!

It's nothing more than a different length of time to turn into ashes.

In a short moment, the three mandrills besieging Zhang Yuan became the sacrifice of the Red Blood Knife.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a boulder weighing hundreds of pounds suddenly hit Zhang Yuan.

The attacker came from behind him, with great force and whistling wind.

However, Zhang Yuan seemed to have eyes behind his head, and took a big step to the right. While avoiding the sneak attack, he inserted the red blood knife into the abdomen of a mandrill.

He turned around and his eyes collided with the attacker's.

It was the white-faced mandrill that hit Zhang Yuan with a stone. This guy was quite cunning. Seeing his men die tragically under Zhang Yuan's knife one by one, and his sneak attack did not work, he immediately ran out of the cave.

Compared with the fearlessness of other mandrills, the white-faced mandrill is undoubtedly more cherishing his life!

The problem is, how could Zhang Yuan watch this guy slip away from under his nose?

Without the slightest hesitation, he threw the red blood knife in his hand at the white-faced mandrill.

The knife turned into a flying rainbow, as powerful as a meteor, and instantly caught up with the fleeing mandrill.

Hit it right in the back!

The white-faced mandrill leader paused, as if he had been hit by an acupuncture technique, and his limbs were so stiff that he couldn't move.

Aww~

The next moment, he raised his head and opened his mouth to let out a shrill howl.

The whole cave trembled, and countless dust fell.

And the part of the white-faced mandrill's back that was pierced by the red blood knife instantly ignited blood flames.

It was obviously in extreme pain, waving its arms randomly, trying to take off this deadly weapon.

As a result, the body of the white-faced mandrill was like a balloon with a hole in it, shrinking and collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and its arms fell down weakly, and the thick skeleton barely supported the drooping fur.

After a few breaths, the mandrill leader fell to the ground dejectedly.

Like a collapsed clay statue, it broke into countless ashes!

Only wisps of black smoke curled up.

And a short knife that shone with a strange bloody light.

While the white-faced mandrill was dying, Zhang Yuan used the Broken Edge Dagger to cut deep wounds on the last mandrill, cutting through its muscles one by one.

Of course, this mandrill did not sit still and wait for death. It fought back with all its might, trying to die with Zhang Yuan.

However, a group of mandrills were no match for Zhang Yuan. Now there was only one left, and it could only be ravaged repeatedly.

Zhang Yuan, who had six times the agility, was extremely flexible, and the Broken Blade Dagger was also a top-notch weapon among ordinary weapons. After a short fight, the mandrill fell to the ground.

It did not die immediately until Zhang Yuan cut off its head.

[Source +23.5]

This was the first time Zhang Yuan obtained source from a mandrill.

It was quite difficult.

The main reason was that Zhang Yuan did not perform the Burning Blood Art, otherwise the battle would definitely end faster.

In fact, he had thought about it before, if he added the sword technique to Xuantong and activated the Burning Blood Art, and then used the Red Blood Divine Weapon to deal with the mandrill, what kind of lethality would it have!

However, doing so would consume too much blood and qi, so he did not try to use it.

Seeing the falling mandrill in front of him turned into ashes, Zhang Yuan stretched out his left hand and grabbed it in mid-air.

The Red Blood Knife, which was dozens of steps away, immediately flew up and fell into his palm, silently drilling into his wrist.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan could feel the satisfaction that this magic weapon conveyed to him.

It likes killing, and it is always eager to kill.

Only killing can satisfy it!

Zhang Yuan suppressed a trace of ripples in his heart and looked at the blood pool in the center of the cave.

His intuition told him that there was something hidden in it!