The beginning of the king guards the Great Wall

"Blood, die!!!"

The sword qi tore through the space, and the blood race in front of him was strangled to pieces by the sword qi.

Miyamoto Musashi entered the arena like a god of death, and forced a bloody road to the center of the village surrounded by countless blood clans.

puff puff~

The sound of the blade cutting flesh was endless, and his eyes unconsciously became as scarlet as blood.

Everything in front of me was red, blood, blood, blood, blood everywhere.

Kill, kill, kill, endless blood clan.

More blood clans appeared, and more domineering sword energy was swung out. Miyamoto Musashi pierced the blood clan like a long spear.

On the short hill, Tachibana Ukyo drew out his long knife, just as he was going down the hill, he stopped with one hand in front of him.

"Let him do it himself."

Jiang Ming looked at the village, with an expression of indescribable sadness and joy on his face: "There is nothing that can vent your anger more than beheading the enemy with your own hands."

Tachibana Ukyo was silent for a few seconds, then sheathed the knife.

This is the edge of the blood clan power, and there are no particularly powerful blood clans in charge.

Miyamoto Musashi killed countless blood clans all the way, and finally came to the blood clan camp.

Here, several powerful vampires ate human flesh nonchalantly.

"Second, he's yours now."

The leader is a Xingyao four-blood clan, whose appearance is no different from ordinary people, except that when he smiles, he will reveal two rows of jagged teeth, and there are still bloodstains from the villagers on them.

"Thank you bro!"

The second-ranked blood clan grinned, and raised his bloody hand to grab Miyamoto Musashi's throat.

The smell of blood came out, this palm had just cut through a teenager's abdominal cavity, and pulled out the heart, liver and other organs from inside.

Kongming cut!

puff~

The sword energy passed over the neck of the second child, leaving an imperceptible trace.

The head with a ferocious expression slid down, and the incision was as neat as tofu.

Miyamoto Musashi stomped the dead man's head and raised his head, his eyes flashed with a fierce thunderous light.

"Today, you all have to die!"

Miyamoto Musashi roared, his body soared into the air, and his two knives crossed and fell on the leader of the blood clan.

Top two days!

boom!

The blood clan raised his arms to block, his arms exploded into blood mist, his body retreated, and the soles of his feet plowed an inch-deep mark on the ground.

Its mutilated body trembled violently, and a kind of light called fear appeared in its blood-red eyes.

Run away, run away!

Otherwise you will be killed!

The blood clan turned around and fled, and threw one of his men as a back to Miyamoto Musashi.

stab~

Miyamoto Musashi chopped off the unlucky scapegoat with a single blow, and he rushed out of the blood mist, chasing after him like a deadly Hades.

The blood race ran away desperately, but the red-eyed Miyamoto Musashi was obviously faster.

Within ten breaths, Miyamoto Musashi appeared behind the blood clan's head like a ghost.

The blood race felt the breath of the person behind him, as if locked by a demon, the hairs all over his body stood on end, and the coolness rushed from the tailbone to the cervical spine.

puff~

The sword energy swept across, and the Blood Race's left leg was cut off at the root, lost his balance, and smashed through a wall with a bang.

For an ordinary person, such an injury is enough to bleed to death.

But it is a vampire, not only will it not die, it will even gain enough blood power, and its lost arms and left leg can be regenerated.

The blood race crawled out of the ruins, wriggling on the ground with one remaining right leg.

Behind him came the sound of Death waving his scythe.

puff~

It also lost its last limb, lying on the ground unable to move, like a bastard whose shell had been removed.

"Forgive me, I swear I will never eat people again."

It cries for mercy.

"Forgive you? Will the villagers who were innocently killed by you agree?"

Miyamoto Musashi stabbed indifferently, and pierced a bloody hole in the blood clan with a puff.

Bleeding.

"This knife is for Ah Tong, this knife is for uncle, this knife is for uncle, this knife is for second uncle..."

Miyamoto Musashi could have wiped out the blood clan with one move, but he had to choose a more cruel method to beat him.

Knife after knife, Miyamoto Musashi remained expressionless until the blood clan's body was poked into a sieve, and the blood was almost drained.

"Brother, kill me, don't torture me anymore."

The blood clan mentality exploded, and it even wanted to commit suicide if it could.

"It's a good idea, I will let you die a painful death."

Miyamoto Musashi sneered, and frenziedly cut off the flesh and blood from the neck down of the blood clan, and the blood clan died of pain.

Miyamoto Musashi beheaded all the vampires in the village and strung together more than 100 vampire heads with ropes.