Chapter 1394
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"What a coincidence. I have been here for half a year, but this is my first time seeing a human cultivator. I wonder what your blood tastes like. "
The Blood Demon revealed a cruel smile as he turned into a beam of scarlet light and charged at Ling Feng.
In his opinion, of the five people here, only Ling Feng posed a threat. However, it was just a little. Ling Feng was just a First Heaven Emperor Wu. Who knew how many he had killed?
"Let's go. I'll block him first!"
With one glance, Ling Feng could tell that he was not a match for this person. Their cultivations were two grades lower. The other party was a Third Heaven Emperor Wu. Furthermore, he was a Demonic World royal clan genius. His talent was definitely not low.
In a situation where one's talent and aptitude were equal, cultivation became the only standard to compare one's battle prowess. Ling Feng was confident of fighting to a draw. If the other party was two grades higher, he could only last one hundred moves at most.
However, if these Junior Brothers and Sisters could escape far enough, he would be able to retreat after enduring fifty moves.
Ling Feng drew his saber. As the scarlet light shot out, he swung his saber. A surging saber intent spread out on his saber, kicking up a boundless wind.
This saber strike was incredibly berserk, materializing the mysterious phenomenon of a storm. Nine scarlet storms appeared in the sky behind Ling Feng.
"Bang!"
The scarlet light scattered, and the Blood Demon revealed himself. Blood leaked out of a corner of his lips. The Blood Demon flew up and landed on a tombstone. Shock flashed in his eyes.
"There's no need to leave. This Demon is not a match for Elder Brother Feng!"
Upon seeing this scene, Ling Feng's junior brothers and sisters rejoiced. They thought that Ling Feng had injured the Blood Demon, so they turned around and charged over.
"Come back!"
This scene frightened Ling Feng badly. He anxiously shouted at the top of his lungs.
Ling Feng had already used seventy percent of his strength, but he only barely managed to push back a casual move. The difference was clear. However, these junior brothers and sisters were too discerning and could not tell.
"Interesting. How lucky! To think that I met a human outstanding talent. Your blood is probably very delicious. It can even help me advance further! "
The Blood Demon on the tombstone did not even look at the people flying towards him. Then, he casually grabbed with both hands.
"Pu ci!" The two people flying towards him immediately got their chests pierced through. Both of their eyes were wide open, and their faces were twisted in pain. They died with everlasting regret.
Xiao Chen loosened his grip, and the two of them fell to the ground with a loud thud, no longer breathing.
The other three turned pale with fright and flew in different directions. The Blood Tribe man didn't care about them anymore. He only had Ling Feng in his eyes.
There was a wild glint in his eyes, like an animal looking at its prey, flickering with a cold glint.
"Still not leaving? Are you trying to create time for your companions to leave? If that's the case, then you're too confident. Five moves from me is your limit. "
The man from the Blood Tribe sneered as a blood-colored longsword appeared in his hand. When the sword was unsheathed, a blood-colored sword radiance filled the air and buzzed.
Rumble!
Along the way, the tombstones exploded. Corpses and bones flew everywhere in the air, creating a mess.
The Blood Tribe man transformed into a streak of crimson light and flew over with his sword.
This sword strike was simple and crude, using his advantage in speed and strength to stab at Ling Feng's heart.
In the time it took for a spark to fly off a flint, Ling Feng held his saber horizontally in front of his chest, and with a clang, he was sent flying.
His arm went numb, and he almost dropped his saber. When he looked at the Blood Tribe man again, a trace of fear appeared in his eyes.
"Not bad. You took a strike with 60% of my strength, and your saber still hasn't dropped. If you reach my level of cultivation, with your talent, I might not be your match. "
The Blood Tribe man said calmly with a long sword in his hand.
Whoosh!
Ling Feng recognized the situation and tragically discovered that he had underestimated this person's strength. Determination flashed in his eyes as he turned around and left.
"Do you think you can escape?" The Blood Tribe man's eyes flashed with a hint of mockery as he followed unhurriedly.
Of the two, one was chasing and the other was fleeing. The vampire was completely toying with Ling Feng. Just when he was given a sliver of hope, it would be ruthlessly extinguished. In less than an hour, Ling Feng was already covered in cuts and bruises. He was exhausted both physically and mentally, and he was in an extremely sorry state.
"Hahaha, don't run anymore. Obediently become my food and I will let you die without any pain."
The Blood Tribe man laughed uncontrollably with a malevolent expression. In this boundless graveyard, he looked exceptionally terrifying. "Damn it!
"Damn it, if I had another year, I wouldn't have to be in such a hurry!"
Ling Feng vomited a mouthful of blood. As he looked at this boundless graveyard, he felt despair. He had just advanced to Martial Emperor. His glory had just begun. In this golden age, he still had to stand out. Was he really going to die here?
"Where am I?"
In his panic, Ling Feng suddenly felt his entire body tremble as a chill swept through him.
He turned his head and saw a pair of scarlet lights flickering above the graves for fifty kilometers around him. They looked like …
"Blood Crows!"
Startled awake, Ling Feng nearly fell to the ground in fright. Those flickering scarlet lights were the eyes of the Blood Crows. Pairs of eyes — thousands of them — were all staring at him.
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