Laughing at Chang'an

A long wind swept across Chang'an Avenue.

Li Shen picked up his loose long hair with his hands, took out a bright yellow hair tie from his trouser pocket, and wrapped it around his head several times.

There were blood spots on the white robe.

The black marching boots stepped on the bluestone brick surface, and the fine dust flew silently beside the boots, step by step, stepping on the heartstrings of the bystanders.

One figure after another appeared at the other end of the long street.

Mo Si, Feng Wu, Saturday, Wei Qi... the single-digit commanders of the blood slaughter came on stage together, behind them were the elite blood slaughter under their command, all bright and crimson blood demon armor, like a sea of ​​blood, and the street Li Shen on the opposite side stood silently.

After all, it's just a bunch of digital tricks.

Li Shen strode forward, turned his wrists, and the two gloves with sharp claws clicked down, and they were firmly clasped on the face of his fist.

He crashed into the bloody sea.

Like a mad tiger among wolves.

The torn stump was thrown into the air, Li Shen bowed and slammed into Mo Si's arms, and hit his lower jaw, left chest, and lower abdomen with three punches. Wei Qi, who came to the rescue, clasped the opponent's throat with one hand, pressed the top of his head with the other, and made a wrong move with his left and right hands.

A human head whirled up into the sky.

Li Shen parted his lips slightly and took a deep breath.

The Xuetu crowd spread out like a tide.

Sixteen bone pillars with strange shapes surrounded Li Shen, and the blood demon armor quietly fell off from the fallen corpse on the ground, turning into bunches of red lumps that made people feel disgusted, spreading and spreading on the ground.

Qiu Er's headless corpse was placed under a pillar of white bones. At this moment, he suddenly stood up.

He grabbed Wei Qi's head from the ground and placed it on his empty neck.

Li Shen stood on the spot, looking at Qiu Er who was on top of Wei Qi's head, he couldn't help being startled by this wonderful sight - he had heard that the blood slaughter had an evil method called the Blood Demon Great Sacrifice, but this was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes. back.

The sixteen white bone pillars all made teeth-stinging rubbing noises. It was unknown whether it was Qiu Er or Wei Qi. The blood demon armor on the monster's body quickly changed its shape. The horns, scales, claws, and wings completely transformed into a real monster. bloody monster.

It spread its huge fleshy wings and roared towards the sky.

"Qiu Er, who was originally the Nine Steps of the Immortal Road, has gone up two steps. Although it is not a real altar, it is definitely a fake altar."

On the tall building in the distance, the young man who arranged all this explained his plan to Hades. He showed a somewhat funny expression, watching the roaring monster on the street in the distance, and said indifferently: "It's just that he was unlucky and lost his head. Now he is going crazy."

Li Shen raised his hand and dug his ears.

"Damn it." He blinked and asked Feng Wu who was standing on the sidelines, "Aren't you sick of doing this?"

Feng Wu didn't bother to pay attention to him, and ordered his subordinates to retreat. The blood monsters in the field had stopped roaring, and the huge head with long horns was shaking from side to side, and those beast-like icy pupils were patrolling the crowd. Soon, it was fixed on the face of Li Shen who was nearest.

"Ow—"

Li Shen frowned and looked at it, and said, "Speak human."

The blood monster stomped heavily on the ground, and the aura of the false altar suddenly unfolded. Several blood slaughter mercenaries who couldn't dodge were unfortunately involved, and they exploded into blood mist on the spot, smashing their bodies to pieces, leaving no flesh and blood remaining.

Li Shen, who was the first to bear the brunt, was flying high in his white robe, and countless waves of origin energy that were invisible to the naked eye rushed wildly around him, but he was like a rock, unshakable and unaffected by the wind and waves.

——Changan Li Shen, invincible under the altar.

………………

A few strands of burnt paper ash flew onto his shoulders, Wang Zhen covered his mouth and let out a dull cough, raised his pale face, and looked at Rong Hu who was standing beside him.

The latter was looking at Feng He without blinking, with a hint of longing in his eyes.

Wang Zhen lowered his head in silence, and after a while, stretched out his hand and took the remaining left hand of the other party.Rong Hu was startled, and also tightened his fingers, holding his hand tightly.

Outside the light curtain, Du Zhong unbuttoned his coat.

Under the meticulous, clean and straight glow uniform coat, there is a crimson battle armor with a cold metallic color.He put the Chiyue Sword in his hand in front of his body, lowered his arms, and quietly looked at Feng He who was standing inside the light curtain.

This is the original tomb, outside Chang'an.

Flame-like bright energy lines rise up on the surface of the battle armor, as if surrounded by raging flames. Du Zhong activated the armor booster, and his upright face was covered with a layer of dazzling red light, which was majestic and majestic.

He pulled out the Chiyue Sword.

Like a real stream of flames swirling around the sword, its ferocity can be seen with eyes.The flame war god who swept across the Eastern Desolation with one man and one sword, this appearance can only be glimpsed on the battlefield, but now it is displayed here.

Now that Feng He has brought out the energy barrier as a weapon of war, this is the battlefield.

Du Zhong pointed his sword at the sky.

A scorching sun rose from the tomb.

The scorching sun suddenly hit the light blue light curtain.

Everything is just a flash in the blink of an eye.

Rong Hu was caught in Wang Zhen's arms without realizing it, and was firmly protected under his body. Both of them were sent flying by the blast of the explosion, and fell hard to a distance.The three of Luo Jianjian were also blown into the distance one by one like onions, but the adjutant stood on the ground perfectly, looking at Mu Xiaobai who was standing beside him with grateful eyes.

The smoke dissipated.

The scarlet sword edge stopped in front of Yang Huxing's tombstone. Feng He knelt on one knee, holding a three-foot-long single-barreled spear in both hands. Make it impossible to move forward.

During the Millennium War, there was a famous gun known for slaughtering high-ranking vampires, the Blood-Drinking Crow.It is said that it can absorb the blood core of the vampire to strengthen and repair itself. The claw-like barbs on the gun are specially used to penetrate into the vampire's body to absorb the blood core. The last owner of this famous gun is the mercenary king Li Sanduo Huangfu Gaofeng, his good brother, disappeared after his death.

Thousands of years later, an unknown little mercenary dug it up in an unknown ruin.

He picked up the tattered long gun, intending to clean it up and sell it, but unexpectedly, the claws on the gun scratched his palm during the scrubbing process, and thus discovered its unusual features .He tried to feed it with his own blood, watching it become bright and complete day by day, as if raising a picked-up son, the joy that cannot be described in words.

He cherishes it as he cherishes his own life.

He called it the Blood Phoenix, meaning the phoenix reborn from blood.

Then he met her, a beautiful girl who likes to wear light yellow clothes, smiles like a crescent moon, and has an equally beautiful short gun named Gentleness.

It was destined that Feng He met Zhao Yue'er, and Blood Phoenix met Wen Rou.

"Tell you to cut it, you really cut it." Feng He, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his face, and curled his lips jokingly at the expressionless Du Zhong. He didn't have to force it, but behind him was Yang Huxing's grave , Even if you can't retreat half a step, the situation is very unfavorable.

Feng He supported the blood phoenix with both hands, leaned forward, and let Chi Yue's sword cut across his cheek, tearing a hideous bloody mouth.Blood dripped drop by drop from his cheeks, and gently dripped onto the curved thorns raised from the blood phoenix's barbs.

Disappear.

"Honey, get up." Feng He whispered to Ai Qiang, "If you don't get up again, I will be hacked to death."

As if he really heard his words, the originally pitch-black spear surface suddenly had waves of blood-colored lines, as if waking up, and let out a hoarse crow.

A bloody electric light quickly climbed up from the gun body to the red long sword, Du Zhong jumped back like an electric shock, lowered his head thoughtfully, handed the Chiyue Sword to his left hand, and spread out his palm, there was a fingerprint there like red dots.

Without hesitation, he dug out the flesh and blood in his palm together with the red dot.

Facing him, Feng He patted the dust on his knees and stood up.The long and narrow bloody mouth on the face is no longer bleeding, replaced by bloody runes that spread like patterns on the cheeks, nose bridge, forehead and even lips.

Not only on the face, but from the neck to the arms, the chest and the back covered by the clothes, the bloody lines crawled all over Feng He's body, from head to toe, everywhere.

This is not some kind of power blessing, but a curse.

—the curse of blood.

Destiny is a vicious guy, the little mercenary who thinks he is lucky, but what he picks up is not a magic weapon that can bring him luck, but a cursed poison weapon that will bring him death.Day after day, he planted this poisonous weapon with his own blood, and was infiltrated by the curse it carried throughout his body. He didn't know that his own death was coming, and he was still complacent, and he was extremely fond of his treasure.

Fighting against Fenghe who has awakened the blood curse is a dangerous thing that Li Shen is not willing to try.

Du Zhong, who dug out the flesh and blood from his palm, looked at the bloody rot that was still slowly spreading on the wound, frowned and raised his head.

On Feng He's face covered with bloody curse lines, a lazy smile suddenly appeared.

He carried the blood-colored spear upside down, allowing its barbed claws to pierce into his unarmored right shoulder, sucking the blood in his body.The spear that had been drinking the blood of its master for a long time, from time to time uttered joyful cries like crows. Such a strange situation really made people shudder.

"It's useless to dig it out." Feng He pointed to Du Zhong's right hand, "Within three hours, if you don't go to the hospital for blood exchange, you will basically be hopeless."

Without changing his face, Du Zhong returned the Chiyue Sword to his right hand, with an appearance of disregarding life and death.

Feng He sighed.

He really doesn't like this kind of opponent.

The blood-colored spear was lifted from his shoulder, and a small blood-colored electric current swirled from the body of the gun to Feng He's arm. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the people who were blown away by the impact just now—Rong Hu sat on the ground, holding Wang Zhen and Luo Jianjian, who don't know life and death, seem to be still alive, and the adjutant and Mu Xiaobai are digging them out of the grave one by one.

It's almost time.

Feng Heping raised his spear and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Like thousands of crows neighing, the ear-piercing sound waves resounded through the entire tomb in an instant.

A stream of blood-colored light rushed into the air, and suddenly split into countless tiny lightning bolts, rushing toward the glowing crowd below.Facing the bloody lightning, Du Zhong stabbed Feng He with his sword. The latter stood in front of Yang Huxing's tombstone, slipped out a knife as thin as a cicada's wing from his sleeve, and pointed at Du Zhong's long sword sideways.

The blood-red muzzle pointed at the opponent's forehead at the same time.

Five years ago, this gun was called Blood Phoenix, and five years later, he called it Sanchi.

Three feet of white silk, across the throat.