The sword body was originally filled with evil spirits and cheering sounds, and the blood-drinking sword was beaten by Chen Sanqiu's punch, and a crack appeared on the sword body.

The evil spirit that had just scattered around him suddenly stopped, and the sword body immediately made a whimpering sound, as if crying.

"Be obedient, just be obedient and work hard." Chen Sanqiu reached out and held the Blood-Drinking Sword in his hand again.

The Blood-Drinking Sword God emitted a powerful murderous aura and no longer pretended to be a match and let Chen Sanqiu use it.

Lan Xinyue, hiding behind the dunes and Casey, a teenager of the Niuto tribe, opened her eyes wide and were both stunned when she saw Chen Sanqiu's appearance.

"Damn it, it's so domineering." The young man from the Niuto tribe couldn't help swallowing and grinned and said to himself.

Lan Xinyue, who was standing beside her, heard Casey, who said this, rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to refute Casey, a boy from the Casey, but she paused, but said nothing.

Let me go.

This is too cruel.

Judging from the appearance of the Blood-Drinking Sword just now, the Blood-Drinking Sword should have killed too much, and it has condensed the sword spirit and owned its own soul.

Such a blood-drinking sword can be said to be powerful enough.

However, Chen Sanqiu just punched the Blood-Drinking Sword and it was even more scary.

Most people can't put it down when they encounter such magical artifacts, and they are all kept like treasures.

And Chen Sanqiu was like that just now, obviously he was just not convinced and would kill you. He directly scared the sword spirit inside the Blood-Drinking Sword.

Damn, if you accidentally break the Blood-Drinking Sword, it will be a rare thing.

Although for Lan Xinyue, although this blood-drinking sword was a monster forged by the genius master of the Blood Demon Sect, it was also a treasure. Lan Xinyue couldn't bear it and refused to let Lan Xinyue destroy this treasure.

Lin Shaotian, a boy from the Goblin tribe, and a boy from the Nuomei tribe in the distance, were sweating coldly on his forehead when he saw Chen Sanqiu like this.

The one sword that killed the desert Taotie mutant beast had already shocked Lin Shaotian and the others.

When they saw the cracks appearing on the sword body of Chen Sanqiu's blood-drinking sword with one punch, the three of them trembled, especially the young man from the goblin tribe, who almost screamed out in shock.

The Goblin Clan is the top weapon refining master on the Emperor Star. He loves treasures and weapons as if he is life. Seeing Chen Sanqiu ruining the blood-drinking sword so much, his heart trembled and his heart was bleeding.

But seeing Chen Sanqiu's punch, the blood-drinking sword instantly lost its temper. The sword whimpered, as if crying. Then, he was obedient to Chen Sanqiu, and saw that the goblin boy was extremely impressed.

With one punch, Chen Sanqiu was more evil and cruel than the Blood-Drinking Sword.

"roar."

Another desert Taotie mutant beast roared, looking at the corpse of his companion with blood red eyes, raised his head angrily and rushed towards Chen Sanqiu again, opening his bloody mouth to eat Chen Sanqiu.

Chen Sanqiu snorted coldly, and a blood-red light immediately surged out of the blood-drinking sword in his hand, and evil spirits surged out again, and directly slashed the head of the desert Taotie mutant beast rushing over.

"Boom."

The desert Taotie mutant beast was chopped in half by a sword again, and the blood immediately rushed to the Blood-Drinking Sword in Chen Sanqiu's hand, making the sword body of the Blood-Drinking Sword even more weird and blood-red.

"Damn, when did Chen Sanqiu become so strong?" Lin Shaotian couldn't help but curse in a low voice, trembling all over.

It was too powerful to split the A-level Desert Taotie mutant beast with cosmic strength in half with a casual sword.

"Chen Sanqiu was not that great before. It seems that the fourth small field of spring protection did not lie to us. The Shenquan Spring fruits in the small lake were really drunk by Chen Sanqiu. Otherwise, they would not have become so powerful." The young man of the goblin tribe also nodded, his voice trembling.

"Then I'd better leave the Desolate Temple first." The Nuomei teenager had a cold sweat on his forehead, and he said to Lin Shaotian and the Goblin teenager in disappointment: "With Chen Sanqiu's current strength, we have no way to deal with him at all, and we can't kill him at all."

When Lin Shaotian heard the boy from Nuomei say this, he looked extremely solemn and didn't know what to say.

At this moment, the face of the goblin boy changed. He looked at Chen Sanqiu, who was walking towards him in great horror. He didn't breathe in one breath and almost suffocated himself to death.

"I, I, lie down, Chen Sanqiu is here, lie down, Chen Sanqiu is here, Madan, do you want to kill us?" The goblin boy stood up from behind the sand dune in panic at this time, turned around and ran away.

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly came from behind. The next moment, the goblin boy found in despair that Chen Sanqiu had come to him and blocked his way.

"You, what do you want to do? Want to kill me?" The goblin boy gritted his teeth and asked Chen Sanqiu.

Chen Sanqiu squinted his eyes and looked up and down at the goblin boy, which made the goblin boy tremble all over.

"I didn't offend you much. The one who really offended you was Lin Shaotian. Go find him and don't kill me." The goblin boy was so scared that his face turned green and said to Chen Sanqiu crying.

Lin Shaotian...

Damn...

Plastic brother, this is, fuck.

I was so fucked by myself before, and I discussed with me how to work together to kill Chen Sanqiu.

That's all right now, damn.

Just as Lin Shaotian was thinking, he could not beat Chen Sanqiu now. If Chen Sanqiu really wanted to kill him, should he say with a bold look that he would be a hero again in 18 years, or would he kneel down on the ground and beg for mercy, begging Chen Sanqiu for forgiveness and let Chen Sanqiu not kill him?

Chen Sanqiu squinted his eyes and said to the goblin teenager: "I heard that all of you goblin gens are weapon refining masters. A crack appeared in this broken sword. Can you repair it?"

Hearing Chen Sanqiu say this, the goblin boy was stunned for a moment, and then his mouth twitched.

This is a blood-drinking sword, the treasure of the Blood Demon Sect. What do you think is a broken sword?

Damn, is it okay to give me such a broken sword?

"Ahem, I can naturally repair it." When the goblin boy heard Chen Sanqiu's request for him, he immediately carried his arms on his back and said with an old face: "But, I...

Just when the goblin boy was in trouble, Chen Sanqiu threw the blood-drinking sword into the arms of the goblin boy.

"You can only fix it for one day." Chen Sanqiu stretched and said lightly: "Otherwise I will use it to draw a turtle on your forehead."

Goblin teenager...
Chapter completed!