The moment when Dongfang Ling grabbed the blood-crying, it was as if the blood-crying really had some kind of spirituality. A trembling sound was made under the darkness, and the four iron chains around him made a "rattle" sound. The next moment, the red light that blocked the sword of the East Sword had disappeared. When all the red lights faded, the figure of the East Sword fell. However, at this time, Dongfang Jian had already tried all his strength and stood on the ground panting, but he had to rely on the heavy sword in his hand to support the ground to barely stand firmly. Everything in front of him was so incredible, because blood-crying could have such great power, but at this time, Dongfang Ling was firmly grasped in his hand. After being surprised, Dongfang Yan even thought that blood-crying had lost its resistance.

But seeing Dongfang Ling holding the blood-crying blood, his figure has been standing there, his head is low and calm, without saying a word, and even the blood-crying blood in his hands has become particularly quiet. Dongfang Yan didn't think much about it and was already standing on both sides of the Dongfang Sword with Dongfang Yi, holding the sword, but his eyes never left Dongfang Ling's body, because vaguely, Dongfang Yan felt something was wrong, and the feeling was indescribable, but there was something wrong.

"Fourth sister, I...I'm fine, second brother..." Dongfang Jian's shaking body stood a lot with the support of Dongfang Yan and Dongfang Yi. Like Dongfang Yan, all the attention of Dongfang Ling at this time was on Dongfang Ling. The quieter it was at this time, the more people dared not be careless.

"Brother, I feel... it doesn't seem very good..." Dongfang Yan hesitated for a moment and finally expressed his doubts. He pulled the Dongfang Sword behind him, protecting the Dongfang Sword backwards step by step. "Brother, how could the crying blood have such power? How could it become so quiet at this time? It's better to be careful."

Just as Dongfang Yan finished speaking, Dongfang Ling suddenly moved, but it seemed to be a spasm. The evening breeze sucked the ends of Dongfang Ling's hair. Only at this time did everyone realize that there was a trace of black air on Dongfang Ling's face. Before they could react, Dongfang Ling suddenly opened his eyes. His red blood eyes looked strange and terrifying in the night. What's more, the coldness in his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate everyone's body and see through their souls. Under the gaze of these blood eyes, Dongfang Yan actually forgot to retreat for a moment and stood there in a daze.

‘Waola...Waola...’ Dongfang Ling slowly raised the weeping blood in his hand. It was very slow, really slow, but even such slow actions made Dongfang Yan and the others unable to avoid it, because the majesty that had been away for a long time came again, but this time it became even stronger. Under this pressure, Dongfang Yan could not have any intention of resistance. If Dongfang Yan had not been trying hard to resist, she would have been bent her legs and kneeled down in front of the weeping blood.

Walking slowly, one step... two steps... three steps... every step was accompanied by a loud iron chain sound. The only thing that remained unchanged was Dongfang Ling's bloody eyes. The sound was rhythmic, but it was this step-by-step sound that allowed Dongfang Yan to regain his ability to move. Dongfang Yan looked at Dongfang Ling in front of her in fear. She knew that Dongfang Ling was no longer the second brother she knew at this time. Dongfang Yan blocked Dongfang Jian and said nervously, "Brother, second brother... is affected by the blood-crushing hostility. He has... become a knife slave. Let's retreat quickly. If it doesn't leave, it will be too late."

"I want to... leave? I'm afraid... I'm afraid... I don't... then... Rong... Yi..." Dongfang Ling in front of me finally spoke, but this sound was no longer Dongfang Ling's voice, as if it was a ghost under the Nine Netherworlds, with a sharp sigh of despair. The gentle evening breeze just now blew tighter. Along with this hollow sound, it was like a sound of ghosts roaring in this valley for a long time...

In a blink of an eye, Dongfang Ling was already holding the blood in his hand, but Dongfang Yan had not moved for a long time. It was not because Dongfang Yan had a way to deal with it, but because the pressure of heaven and earth had already made her breathless. Now she could only watch Dongfang Ling slashing with a sword. At the critical moment, the Dongfang Sword behind Dongfang Yan moved, and took a step, turned around and came to Dongfang Yan. The heavy sword in her hand was raised in time. The moment the wars intersected, there were still harsh ghost roars lingering in the ears of Dongfang Sword.

Dongfang Ling, who held the tears in his hands, had such great strength since when. The Dongfang Sword, which had always been the most martial arts among Dongfang Sword, seemed so vulnerable in front of Dongfang Ling. His footsteps did not move, but he slid backwards on the ground. Until his body hit Dongfang Yan behind him, he woke Dongfang Yan, "Sister Four, why are you still standing there? Let's go quickly!"

Dongfang Yan saw everything in front of her, and was anxious in her heart. She waved her arms and the soft whip was already in her hand. She retreated and had a sufficient distance between her and Dongfang Jian. When she looked at Dongfang Yi, she nodded with each other without hesitation. Dongfang Yan and Dongfang Yi held the soft whip and the long sword respectively, and attacked from both sides behind Dongfang Ling. At this time, Dongfang Ling was both in Dongfang Jian's body, or Dongfang Ling, who had become a sword slave, had already lost his judgment. I am afraid he would only kill what he saw in front of him desperately, so this is why Dongfang Yan had already come, but Dongfang Ling still seemed to have no reaction.

‘Huh!’ Dongfang Yan saw it clearly. The soft whip in his hand steadily placed on Dongfang Ling’s back foot. He pulled it hard and actually pulled Dongfang Ling a lot. He had gained a little space for Dongfang Sword. The Dongfang Sword separated the crying blood and leaned back. The heavy sword blade in his hand slashed across the land, swung it hard, and slashed heavily on the crying blood knife, making a loud noise.

Dongfang Ling, who became a sword slave, rolled in the air, facing the sky, and broke his body and slashed horizontally. He had already abandoned the Dongfang Sword and came straight towards Dongfang Yan. Dongfang Yan was shocked and cried on the soft whip. At the same time, Dongfang Yan moved his lotus step lightly, jumped and stepped on Dongfang Ling's forehead in the air. In the midst of lightning, Dongfang Yi's long sword had already arrived back and headed straight towards Dongfang Ling's face. If this sword was stabbed, I was afraid that Dongfang Ling would die.

In such a crisis, the change broke out again. The black air in the air seemed to have a substance, slowly condensed in the low air, as thick as ink, emitting a palpitations that could not breathe. Suddenly, a thunder flashed by, and it was still the strange purple-red color, as if it had cut the entire black cloud in the air from half...
Chapter completed!