"Big Sword Club?"
Yang Si looked at the big man in front of him playfully.
"That's right, our Da Dao Club will not see guests now, please come back." The big man said calmly.
Yang Si shook his head slightly, looking past the big man to somewhere behind the gate.
"No need to hide. Come out. I can smell the smell of blood from so far away."
"The maggots of the Blood Cult."
Hearing this, the big man's face changed slightly.
However, the person behind the door did not move.
But he couldn't hide it from Yang Si. The opponent's strength did not exceed Yang Si's, so Yang Si could clearly sense that there was someone observing here.
"Still pretending."
Yang Si shook his head helplessly and looked at the big man with a sarcastic expression: "Should I call you a blood cultist or a member of the Broadsword Association?"
"I don't understand what you are talking about. Please leave now, otherwise I will not be polite."
The big man pulled out the big knife from his back with a cold expression and looked at Yang Si with an evil look.
"You have courage."
Yang Si grinned, a six-level warrior is really brave.
"The Great Xia Divine Catcher, the Divine Catcher Yang Si, come to visit!"
Yang Si's eyes narrowed and he suddenly spoke loudly.
He wanted to see first if this sword would really wipe out the entire army.
With the blessing of true energy, the sound covered the entire villa.
But…
Quietly…
Only the expression of the big man in front of him changed drastically.
Yang Si? !
Fourth Young Master…
And Yang Si was already impatient. It seemed that this swordsmanship was really over.
Yang Si looked slightly cold and flicked his fingers.
Broken fingers!
With a finger, he rushed directly towards the big man in front of him.
Blood cultists deserve to die!
Although they may have been innocent until they were converted into blood cultists.
But the moment the blood moths flew out of their bodies, they had nothing to do with the past and became bloodthirsty blood cultists.
Facing this finger power, the big man's liver and gallbladder were split.
drink!
However, he naturally did not want to sit still and wait for death.
An angry shout...
The long knife in his hand was filled with true energy, and a huge sword light suddenly erupted.
Then he slashed at Yang Si's finger.
The sword in the big man's hand was several meters long, and compared to Yang Si's finger, it was just a little bigger.
The two sides, who seemed to be unequal, suddenly collided with each other.
But…
The Zijing warrior's pointing finger came out, and a Sixth realm warrior still tried to stop it?
Phew~
At the moment of collision, there is almost no lag.
The sword light in the big man's hand was shattered to pieces, but the finger strength consumed almost nothing.
Immediately afterwards~
Ding~
The finger force hit the long knife in the big man's hand, followed by a crisp sound.
Half of the sword was blown away.
Then, the finger force directly penetrated the middle of the big man's eyebrow, revealing a bloody hole.
The big man's eyes were still full of disbelief.
It seems that this big man still does not have a deep understanding of the limit.
But think about it, he is just a member of a small gang, and the tallest person he has probably seen is their gang leader, a warrior of the Seventh Realm.
Although he is also in the Sixth Realm, he is now a Blood Cultist. There is no doubt that his Sixth Realm should have been provided to him by the Blood Cult's blood beads when the Blood Moth attacked him.
The ultimate warrior…
With his status, he really doesn't have access to such a high level.
"Aren't you coming out yet?"
Yang Si tilted his head and slapped the door with his palm.
"Fire Sun Divine Palm!!"
A hot palm force blasted through.
Of course, the Fierce Yang Divine Palm is fake. Yang Si just used the true energy of the Nine Yang Divine Art, mixed with a burning Yang energy.
It's just a slap made of the purest energy, without any skills.
The Burning Sun Divine Palm is indeed a real thing. It is a sect-controlled palm technique in the Jianghu game.
Zhiyang Zhigang, if it can be obtained, will complement the Nine Yang Divine Art.
It's a pity that Yang Si's progress in the Jianghu game has not reached that point so far.
boom…
The entire sword guild's door immediately shattered, and fragments flew into the air.
Two figures flew out directly from it, both looking a little embarrassed.
However, as soon as the two guys came out, one of them ran away without any hesitation, taking advantage of the aftermath.
But the other one stayed where he was.
Yang Si's eyes narrowed and he found that the person left behind was an Eighth Realm warrior wearing a blood-colored robe.
Blood Cult!
There is no doubt that this one is the Blood Cultist.
As for the one who escaped, his clothes were somewhat similar to that of the big man, and he carried a faint fishy smell. He was also an Eighth Realm person.
People from the Broadsword Club...
Judging from his appearance, he must be the leader of the Broadsword Club. Rumor has it that he is just a Seventh Realm warrior.
Now that he has been promoted to the eighth realm, he should have gained benefits when he transformed into a blood cultist.
The reason why the other party ran away was obviously because he knew about him.
After all, I just called for a visit.
As for this blood cultist, he came from the Southern Barbarians and probably didn't recognize him.
This Blood Cult is really amazing. Every time a Blood Cult is transformed, its strength can be improved.
It may be fatally attractive to some warriors who are stuck at the bottleneck.
However, it should have little effect on the warriors of the End of the Realm, if the Blood Cult's methods can break through the Martial God.
The Temple of Martial Arts will no longer be so fanatical.
But…
Can you run away?
Yang Si looked at the former leader of the Broadsword Club with some amusement as he quickly walked away.
Raise your hand and bring your fingers together to point to the sword.
The Four Symbols Sword Technique of God’s Will!
The trend is uncertain!
Brush~
A medium-sized sword energy swept away extremely fast.
For an Eighth Realm Blood Cult made of blood beads, there is no need to draw a sword or suppress martial arts.
The blood cultist who stayed in place shrank his pupils when he saw this scene.
this…
Yang Si waved his hand lightly, but that sword energy made him feel the crisis of death.
This made him realize immediately that Yang Si was a super master and he would never be his opponent.
Subconsciously he wanted to run away.
However, he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the escaping Da Dao Hui Qian gang leader.
Not far away, the leader of the escaping Dao Dao Guild could not help but look back as he felt the murderous intent behind him.
Seeing that extremely fast sword energy, he couldn't help but show shock on his face, and his eyes were filled with despair.
hide?
Already locked by Yang Si's energy, he had no way to hide.
Resist?
He was very aware of Yang Si's reputation and couldn't even think of resisting, otherwise he wouldn't have turned around and ran away immediately.
His right hand has already grasped the handle of the knife.
But…
He couldn't pull it out, or he didn't have the courage to pull it out.
He could only watch in despair as the sword energy got closer and closer.
Anyway, regardless of whether he draws his sword or not, he is just a vain eighth-level warrior.
The ending is already decided.
Phew~
The sword energy flew across the air, and blood spilled into the air.
The soundless body fell down.
The end of the world versus the eight realms.
It's simply a dimensionality reduction blow.
Afterwards, Yang Si looked meaningfully at the Eighth Realm Blood Cultist of the Blood Cult in front of him.
"Why don't you run?"
Yang Si asked with a grin.
The Eighth Realm Blood Cultist looked at the body of the leader of the Broadsword Club over there with a depressed expression.
