"The evil key..."

"This charming luster, this seductive atmosphere..."

"Made the production! The head of the thirteen holy weapons of the blood clan, the great evil spike, finally fell into the hands of my Ross family!"

The dim room is rich in medieval decoration features. There are no electric lights, but a silver candlestick. The light of the candle sets off the noble atmosphere.

The fierce key, along with the box, was placed on the table, emitting a dark light.

An old white man knelt in front of the table, staring at the fierce spoon with his eyes radiating a greedy and fiery light. His hands stretched out, as if he wanted to touch but did not dare to touch it.

Behind him, the two young men stared at the fierce key, their eyes longing and fearful.

These three people have the same facial features, blood-red eyes, long fangs in their mouths... Blood clan! These three people are all members of the Blood clan.

The old man reached out his hand, his fingers even trembled, and he held the fierce spoon with both hands, as cautious as if he was holding his own heart.

The old man put the evil spoon under his nose and sniffed it hard, looking greedy.

"Um?"

However, the next moment, the old man's expression stopped, his scarlet tongue stretched out, licked the fierce spoon, and his expression immediately changed drastically.

With a hard grinding finger, the fierce spoon was crushed to powder with a "bang".

"count!"

The two young blood clan members behind were shocked. The fierce spoon was actually crushed by the count?

"Idiot! Stupid! Can't you tell me? How could a real evil spoon be so easy to break? A real evil spoon cannot be crushed!" The old man's pale face was distorted by anger, and he looked very ferocious.

"What the Count means, is this evil key fake?" a young man asked in disbelief.

Because the breath on the evil spear can be felt by the members of the blood clan. At such a close distance, they can clearly sense the palpitations, how could it be fake?

Seeing the count's sharp eyes, the young man knew that he had made up his words and quickly shrank his neck. At the same time, he also knew in his heart that the head of the thirteen holy weapons of the blood clan, which has been passed down from the distant ancient times to the present, could it be so easy to be destroyed?

I don’t know why this “evil key” has that aura, but it is undoubtedly fake, which is very certain.

"Hateful! You dare to play with me like this! It's really hateful!"

"Feng Wenchang... This Oriental! I will make you pay the price!"

"Ao—"

The count suddenly opened his arms and roared angrily to the sky. The sound of the roar vibrated. A slight sound came from the door.

"who?"

The count's hearing was so sensitive. Although he spoke, his figure flashed and his afterimage flashed. When he came back, he was already holding a member of the blood clan in his hand. His face was frightened and trembling.

"Doji?" The Count obviously knew this member of the blood clan. "When did you come back? How was the mission completed?"

The Count stared at Doji.

"Dear Bo... Lord Earl, our mission failed. Lin's manor was prepared, we fell into the enemy's trap, Alpha and the others were dead." Doji's expression of fear was full of face.

"What? Dead?" the count glared, "So. Are you afraid to report to me immediately?"

The Count saw the key at a glance.

"Damn it! You guys, so many members of the blood clan, will fail to deal with a group of Orientals. The blood clan's face is thrown away! You are not worthy of living in this world!"

The count said, holding Doji with both hands, opening his mouth wide and biting it towards Doji's neck.

"No--"

"Earl--"

Doji just screamed twice, and his struggle became weaker and weaker. He looked intoxicated in his eyes, gradually dissipating. His body quickly sluggished and dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, his skin became wrinkled, and he grew old... like a flower withering.

clatter!

The Count finally let go. And Doji had become a dry bone and fell to the ground.

The count's mouth was covered with blood, and his face was filled with satisfaction.

The two young blood tribes behind him watched the scene tremblingly, standing there and not daring to move.

"This... is the end of poor work. Don't let me down!" The count's blood-red gaze swept across the two of them.

"Yes, Lord Earl!" The two of them quickly lowered their heads and agreed.

...

Swallows!

Lin Yihang sat cross-legged on the bed, and a stream of light swung rapidly on his face, like a meteor.

Lin Yihang's magic tricks changed one after another, and the flowing light was very flexible, like a jumping swimming fish.

Finally, Lin Yihang stopped his gesture.

call out!

A flash of light penetrated into the forehead.

Outsiders could not see it, and Lin Yihang himself could sense that in the sea of ​​consciousness, a flying sword was wrapped in spiritual consciousness, just like being entangled by thousands of silk threads, floating in the air.

These "silk threads" are Lin Yihang's spiritual consciousness, which are always communicating with the flying sword and nourishing each other.

"call!"

Lin Yihang let out a long sigh, opened his eyes, and a glimmer of joy flashed in his eyes.

The sacrifice was successful!

This flying sword was finally successfully sacrificed and refined, and it was completely under his command. Of course, this is just a basic sacrifice and refining success and has become a natal magic weapon. If it wants to continue to grow, it requires continuous nourishment of spiritual consciousness and magic power. The power of the flying sword will also increase with Lin Yihang's strength.

With the flying sword, Lin Yihang's strength has been greatly improved. Whether it is fighting or escaping, he is more than several times stronger than before.

Even if there is a great enemy of the blood clan, I feel a sigh of relief.

Open the window and overlook the height of more than 20 floors. It is night now, the port city is brightly lit, tall buildings are everywhere, and the traffic flow on the road is intertwined, forming a fire dragon.

Lin Yihang jumped downwards...

The wind was whistling in my ears, and I watched the ground grow rapidly and approach.

"ah--"

"Someone jumped off the building!"

In the residential building opposite, a girl was drying clothes on the balcony. When she saw this scene, she immediately screamed.

However, the next moment, her scream came to an abrupt end and turned into shock.

Because, when she saw the man looking to land, a sudden light flashed under her feet, and then the rapid drop stopped, drew an arc in the air and came up.

It was a coincidence that the girl happened to pass by her window. The girl could see clearly that it was a handsome young man with a flying sword under her feet, as if she was shaking the wind on her feet. She pierced the sky and disappeared.

"What's going on? What's going on? Where did you jump off the building?"

A middle-aged woman hurried over and looked down from the balcony.

"It's flying again!" The girl stammered and gestured.

"Tsk! I'm joking with my mother again! I made up such a ridiculous thing. I'm going to dry my clothes and go to bed quickly!" The middle-aged woman waved her hand and hurried out. She seemed to be muttering. "My TV series! Don't delay..."

"No lying! It's really flying..." The girl looked dissatisfied, but soon became confused, "That's it! How can a person fly? Could it be that I'm dazzled?"

The girl was a little suspicious, too.

...

call out--

Lin Yihang stepped on the flying sword and flew quickly, feeling that his mana was consumed extremely quickly.

With the cultivation level of the Immortal Master, Lin Yihang forced his flying sword to fly in the air. In fact, it was a bit reluctant. In just a short period of time, his mana was consumed, which seemed to be nearly half of it.

This feeling of flying in the air was very good, but Lin Yihang didn't dare to continue. He lowered the height and shuttled between buildings.

It's night now, although the lights are brilliant, it cannot be compared with the daytime. Lin Yihang's speed is soaring. He is not afraid of anyone seeing it.

When I took off just now, I was seen by the girl from the opposite building. It was just an accident.

Choose a secluded alley and control the flying sword and pierce it.

clatter!

The moment his feet landed, the flying sword turned into a stream of light and entered the sea of ​​consciousness. The whole movement was flowing and flowing, extremely free and easy.

Then, tidy up your backpack and walk out.

After being in seclusion for a few days, there was no news outside, and Lin Yihang was a little worried. After all, he had just provoked the enemy of the Vampire, and although he had made a proper explanation, he did not have absolute confidence in whether the family could defend.

Unfortunately, before going into seclusion, I threw away my phone for safety. Now I am thinking about buying a phone.

Shopping in Hong Kong City is very convenient and is known as a shopping paradise. Soon we walked into a mobile phone shop.

The shop is doing well, and several customers are already choosing mobile phones. Lin Yihang entered the door and the clerk came up to greet him. However, when Lin Yihang saw her walking in, he frowned obviously.

Lin Yihang didn't mind either. Because he was in seclusion and tempered the flying sword, he made a mistake when he first controlled the flying sword, and cut two holes into his clothes, which seemed rather depressed.
To be continued...