C94 Reverse (4) (1/2)
”I didn't expect you to be that Thunderbolt Bloody Hand!” Master Uncle looked at him with a solemn face.
”That's right, otherwise, who do you think would dare to use the Thunderclap as the sect's name!” As Lin Mu spoke, his hands slowly turned blood-red. When he was fighting red-robed man and red-haired man earlier, Dong Lang had discovered that both of them were covered in blood techniques, especially the Shura, who had a body covered in blood, which was related to this blood art. Hearing Lin Mu's words, the four elders' faces slightly changed, they never expected Lin Mu to be the Blood Thunderbolt Hand, and when the Blood Thunderbolt Hand became famous, they could be considered to be somewhat famous, but compared to him, they were far from enough.
”Don't worry, although his cultivation was extremely high back then, he is now only in the middle stages of the Heavenly Dao. He is nothing to worry about, in the eyes of Valley Lord, he is just an ant.” The blind old man stroked his beard as he spoke.
”Pu” Huang Quanzi was finally hit by the hunchbacked old man and a black awl directly pierced through his left arm. His left hand instantly turned into a pool of blood. He immediately tapped his right hand on his left shoulder, causing the blood to stop flowing out. The four Pavilion Master s all stood in front of the pavilion array in a somewhat sorry state, and looked at each other. The four of them had bowed in battle, and the outcome of the defeat was already set, and now, another bloody hand had appeared out of nowhere. The number of disciples below had long ago increased to a great number, especially the disciples of the Sword Pavilion. At this time, Zhong Fuzi looked towards the Quaternary Pavilion and was clearly startled when he saw Bing Die. His zither cultivation was already crippled, ”Emperor Loulan? Why are there no Emperor Loulan s? ” Zhong Fuzi muttered in his heart. When Wu Jizi saw his pavilion master being massacred, the hundred years of tranquility in his heart started to ripple.
”You are going too far!” It was just killing an animal, so the price was not enough! Could it be that you think our Snow Wind Hall has no one! ”
”An animal? Once the devil race is formed, they will never recognize their master. Even there are only five Demons s, and the entire Taoism only has a mere ten fingers left. If you kill one, wouldn't it be reasonable for you all to use a pavilion to accompany your deaths? ” Bao Lei's voice was like thunder, as he said.
”How about this, the small animal that the white-haired kid called out just now is not bad, although I don't know what it is, but we will take it from here. You give it to us, and then hand over those people who killed the demon beast, and we will forget about it, how about it?” hunchbacked old man shook his body, and said while trembling.
”Impossible, although my Snow Wind Hall cannot defeat your lunar valley, we will definitely not do anything to let our own disciples be slaughtered by others!” Wu Daozi took a step forward again, and the sound was like a bell. The disciples who had originally trembled after hearing the hunchbacked old man's words, never would they have thought that the demonic beast they had killed would have such a great background. Of course, the lives of the few of them could not be compared to those of the four pavilions. But when he heard Wu Daozi's voice, all his fear was replaced with endless warmth.
”Wu Daozi, don't be in such a rush to oppose it. You guys think about the lives of these few people and the four pavilion men.
On Shu Yu's side, both of Lin Mu's hands had already turned completely blood-red, the knuckles on his hands were actually as long as his arms. In the midst of everyone's shock, Lin Mu's robes had been ripped apart, and his abdomen area had astonishingly been ripped open, revealing a gaping bloody mouth.
”Could this be the Blood Thunderbolt Art?” While Dong Lang was walking forward, Lin Mu's figure had already changed.
”Late stage of the Heavenly Dao.” Shu Yu took a deep breath. Late stage of the Heavenly Dao, even if all twelve of their Hall Master were to come at the same time, they would not be able to gain the slightest bit from it.
”Withdraw your pavilion array.” Master Uncle spoke word by word.