But in my heart, it seemed like I was hit by something, and I suddenly realized the bitterness.

"Blood-drinking knife! Nangong Wuhong!!!"

Jiang Xiaodie's face changed, and the cloth strip on her hand turned into a butterfly, bursting inch by inch, showing an antique long sword.

The sword is blue all over, with blood-colored patterns on the sword body, and a blood hole in the middle. The terrifying demonic desires are raging, and it seems that Fang Yuan will be given a sword at any time.

"The third demon soldier, Li Shang Sword? It seems that the Jiang family really hides many secrets!"

Fang Yuan looked at Jiang Xiaodie calmly, her whole body was bare-handed, but it was greater than any pressure, making Jiang Xiaodie almost unable to breathe.

The Demon Queen and Ghost Eyes are both his people, and over the past year, they are naturally constantly infiltrating the Demon Sect.

Now, there are only three of the top ten demon soldiers in the Demon Sect.

Therefore, Fang Yuan, the owner of the Tibetan soldiers who rarely appeared recently, was very quiet and came to Tiandu Peak to recycle it.

A Li Shang Sword and a Ten Thousand Poison Cauldron are enough for him to take this trip.

At this moment, it seems that a more interesting toy was discovered.

"Successor of the Great Sword Master? Stone Sword?"

Fang Yuan looked at Shi Lei on the ring, then looked at Fu Hongmian and Jiang Xiaodie below.

Well, I have to say that these two little girls are also Chunlan and Qiuju. They are good at playing games, but they seem to be interested in that silly boy?

‘However I look at it, it smells like the protagonist... It’s a pity... My plan requires the real Heavenly Emperor Sword!’

At this time, even if that stupid boy is the Lord of the Heavenly Emperor Sword, Fang Yuan would not do it easily.

After all, it is easy to start and then difficult to start. Collecting other easy-to-get magic weapons and demon soldiers first, and then dealing with the Heavenly Emperor Sword is also one of his decisions.

What's more, if it was slaughtered too early, the Emperor's sword would not be exposed directly, and his pseudo-dao plan could not be completed. Who would I cry?

"What? He's the Blood-Drinking Knife?"

Fu Hongmian was shocked and the warriors around him and quickly retreated for a while.

At this time, I knew that Nangong Wuwang was the owner of the Tibetan soldiers, and there were no more than ten fingers in the world, but Nangong Wuwang's identity alone was scary enough.

The Lord of the Blood-Drinking Sword, the celestial warrior!
Chapter completed!