There was a deathly silence in the courtyard.
The men in black all looked at the corpses on the ground in amazement.
After reacting, they looked at Emperor Wuxian with murderous eyes in their eyes, and when they saw the blood on the corner of his mouth, they only felt a chill rushing from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, making them tremble.
He had just drunk blood What kind of blood is that Warcraft's It's still human Thinking that it might be human, the man in black present couldn't help but shudder.
What a pervert He drank human blood Emperor Wuxie's red lips outlined a beautiful arc, the blood at the corners of his mouth looked particularly shocking, and his red eyes flashed with a sharp and cold light, like a bloodthirsty Shura.
"Kill" the man in black said coldly.
Whether he was drinking human blood or not, now they had to kill him.
Emperor Wuxian stood still, his brows furrowed slightly.
It's not because of the other party's killing word, but it's useless to drink the blood.
The familiar pain was getting stronger and stronger, slowly devouring his internal organs little by little, making him feel like life was worse than death.
But in front of these men in black, he couldn't show it.
If they see that he is sick, they will definitely kill him without scruples.
"Whoever dares to come over will be his fate."
Emperor Wuxian glanced at the corpse on the ground with a proud expression, and his body was filled with a terrifying aura of slaughter.
As he unleashed his spiritual power, the air around him fluctuated.
Seeing this, the black-clothed people really stopped, and all looked at Emperor Wuxian vigilantly.
Because he is not sick yet Only when he is sick is when he is weakest.
He is a once-in-a-century fifth-line spirit master in the Fenghua Continent, even if he is only about twenty years old now, no one dares to underestimate him.
You must know that the people who used to come to kill him on the fifteenth day of the month all failed The crippled, the dead.
That's enough to prove that he's strong Even now, no one in the Fenghua Continent knows what realm he is now.
The more unfathomable the powerhouse, the more scruples they have.
So they can only wait, wait for him to get sick I'm afraid that even if he gets sick, they are not 100% sure.
After all, the people who came to kill him before, which were not waiting for him to get sick, but in the end Thinking of the people who died tragically before, and then looking at the shocking blood at the corner of Emperor Wuxian's mouth, an indescribable fear surged in the hearts of the black-clothed people present.
"Poof" Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out of Emperor Wuxie.
Seeing this, all the black-clothed men had their eyes lit up, and they rushed towards Emperor Wuxian with their weapons in their hands.
He became ill He became ill He became ill The men in black were excited, as long as they killed Emperor Wuxi, they would not only get a good reward, but also become famous in the Fenghua Continent.
After all, so many people hadn't been able to kill him before.
If only they could Emperor Wuxian stretched out his hand to cover his chest, his brows were furrowed into a Sichuan shape, his expression was slightly distorted and hideous, and a cold aura flashed in his red pupils.
Damn it That vial of blood was not only useless, but it only irritated his illness even more, otherwise he would not have vomited blood just now.
Could it be that he really has to be the blood of the Northern Dance?
Thinking of this, his face turned ugly.
If he could, he didn't want her to have too much to do with him. t1706231537: