Infinite bloodcore

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of Infinite Blood Core!The flames were burning.

In the hot air, a giant tree slowly fell over and hit the ground with a bang. The flying sparks caused more chaos.

The head of the eight-legged spider made a sharp howling, almost piercing the eardrum of a person.

This is its territory, its homeland, but now it has been burned out.Everything in front of him made it very angry.

Unlike ordinary eight-legged spiders, it is not afraid of flames. At the same time, the spider silk has a qualitative change and is not afraid of burning.

The culprit is right in front of them, and it wants to pour all its anger on these two people!

Zidi has been trapped by the spider web, and she only has a black iron breath, which is not a concern.

The only thing to worry about is needle gold.

The breath of this young man—the head of the eight-legged spider was also a bit inaccurate.

The eight-legged spider leader shrouded all the killing intent on needle gold.

It shoots more and more spider silk at the needle gold.

At first it was only the spear and the young man's hands that were bound by the spider silk, and soon layers of spider silk wrapped around Zhenjin's body and even began to cover his ears and nose.

If at this time, there is a dagger to cut the spider silk, needle gold can get rid of this dilemma.

but none!

Xanthelas had the opportunity to throw the dagger, but he didn't!

Therefore, needle gold fell into a desperate situation.

Sharp weapon is the key to getting out of trouble at this moment.

Or if the long sword was in the hands of needle gold, facing such a situation, it would be easy to solve.

Even without a long sword, a scimitar is fine.

In short, it is not a war spear.

Acupuncture suddenly exerted force in the spider web, he has not given up yet!

Although his strength increased, it was far from the limit that the spider web could withstand, and he could not break free.

As a result of the attempt, Zhenjin felt a little desperate.

If you can't get rid of with all your strength, there is basically no hope.Struggling indiscriminately will only make the spider's silk tighter and tighter, like being trapped in quicksand, a worthless attempt, but will make death come sooner.

The needle stayed still, and his thoughts flashed in an attempt to find a cure.

Layers of spider silk were wrapped up, and looking at the boy who seemed to admit his fate, the head of the eight-legged spider deliberately got close to the boy's face.At the upper end of the hideous mouthparts, there are a dozen eyeballs, densely packed together.

The spider's eyes were all staring at the needle gold, his mouthparts were slightly opened and closed, and he made a squeaking sound, as if the spider leader was smiling at the needle gold!

It has to ravage the boy well. It has to pierce it and let the blood drain. At the same time, it has to inject spider venom into the needle gold body, watching the venom corrode, watching the boy from the inside out, It started to rot a little bit, and in the end it would rot into a pool of teenagers sucking them all, leaving no drop at all, filling it into its belly.

This is the end of offending it!

Needle Jin did not struggle, gritted his teeth and was forced to look at the spider leader.

The two sides face each other, and the distance is only a few steps.

The spider's leader raised the two front-end tentacles, and the slender front of the tentacles was as sharp as a gun and sword, piercing the web easily.

Immediately, Zhenjin snorted, and he felt that the two tentacles were like daggers, trying to penetrate from his back.

The chain mail functioned and resisted these two feet.

Such obstacles angered the spider leader even more.

It pulled the spider silk fiercely, and the distance between the needle gold and it instantly shortened, and the width between its eyes was almost only a palm.

squeak--!

The mouthparts of the spider's head were wide open, and a strong acid and rancid stench sprayed on Zhenjin's face.

At the same time, a large amount of green viscous liquid, like saliva, flows out from the mouthparts.

Zhenjin's eyes widened, almost thinking that the spider leader was going to swallow his mind in one bite!

But the next moment, the spider's leader relaxed slightly, his mouthparts converged, and he shook his head at the needle gold.

Zhenjin saw a joke and cruel smile on the spider's face.

There was a chill in his heart, and he immediately understood: The spider in front of him was purely trying to intimidate him, torture him, slowly concoct him, and let him fully enjoy the pain.Listen to his screams and howls, watch him struggle, step by step into death!

The pressure on the chain mail was getting stronger and stronger, and finally reached its limit. The chain mail couldn't support it, and it was pierced by the spider's sharp feet.

The latter pierced the needle gold's flesh smoothly.

The boy felt a chill first, then pain hit.

In addition to the intense pain, there is also the most vivid fear.

The needle gold can clearly feel the follow-up path of the two contact feet.After they pierced the outermost skin and flesh, one touch foot continued to penetrate, very slowly, and began to endanger the internal organs of the teenager.The other one encountered obstacles and hit the ribs.

The spider's leader continued to exert force, and the needle-gold ribs only slightly blocked it and broke apart.

"Ah!" Pain came, and Jin Jin couldn't help but let out a low roar, his handsome face twisted in an instant.

The flames continued to burn, and the flames shone on Zhenjin's face. At this moment, the young man looked like a devil.

The spider leader admired quietly, and a dozen eyeballs perfectly reflected the look of the boy at the moment.But what makes the spider leader more disappointed is that it did not notice any cowardice and pleading emotions of needle gold-only anger and hatred!

The flame in Zijin's heart burned more vigorously than the surrounding forest fire.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)

His head was about to explode, and a whole new memory suddenly emerged.

The periphery of the competition field was full.

The duel in the competition field has also come to an end.

"It really deserves to be the former Southern Noble!" A young man was forced into the corner.

He was very embarrassed with wounds on his body, some of which were deeply visible.

It is the Templar Qingkui.

His opponent was a middle-aged man with a slender beard, unscathed.He raised his head slightly, leisurely and calmly, almost pacing to the front of Qing Kui.

Zhenjin found himself in the crowd of onlookers, watching the two people in the field nervously.

His eyes were mainly on the middle-aged man.

Because this man is his father, the patriarch of the Baizhen family!

And beside Zhenjin, there were still many fellow Templar knights crowded, they were all familiar faces.

"Qingkui, give up if you can't!"

"The opponent is too strong, you are too young, and it is not shameful to lose in the battle."

"Think about you still have a younger sister, Qingkui, don't be stubborn."

The young Templars were shouting.

Qing Kui's sister was also off the court. At this moment, her face was pale, without a trace of blood, her body trembling, like a poor little flower in the storm.

Qing Kui took a deep breath, stood upright staggeringly, and tried his best to lift the long sword in his hand, and once again faced the patriarch Baizhen.

"Oh!" a heavy sigh was heard from the crowd.

"This duel was initiated by Qing Kui. It is harder to get a guy like him to voluntarily surrender than pulling a giant dragon back."

"This is how to do?"

"Even if Qingkui voluntarily surrenders, it depends on whether the Patriarch Baizhen is willing to let him go."

"Yes, Qingkui's father and grandfather died in that battle, and they all died in the hands of the Baizhen family. The two families have too deep hatred."

Qing Kui shouted and launched a useless charge again.

Patriarch Hundred Needles easily dodged, and the stabbing sword in his hand stirred the long sword in Qing Kui's hand.

Clang.

The long sword flew into the air, and immediately fell to the ground. Qing Feng cut into the marble and inserted it behind Qing Kui.

The contrast between strength and weakness is very obvious.

Qing Kui’s younger sister couldn’t stand it anymore. She pleaded with the old knight who presided over the duel in the court: "Uncle Commander, please take a look at the relationship between our two families for many years. Please take action and save me. Brother."

This old knight man is the head of the fifth regiment of the Knights Templar.

He snorted coldly and looked displeased: "This is a sacred showdown between knights, fair and just, never partial!"

He looked at Qing Kui's sister with a sharp gaze: "I have already tried to save your brother, but as a member of my fifth regiment, he doesn't even listen to me as the head of the regiment, and insists on challenging the patriarch Baizhen. "

"Huh, how old is he and how strong is he? How much practical experience does he have? He didn't even fully practice the Bronze Armaments of the Qingkui family's signature fighting skills, so he dared to challenge the Patriarch Baizhen."

"Is this the bravery and fearlessness of the knight? This is the idea of ​​vengeance that was dazzled by the thought of vengeance, it is stupid!"

"So, you have seen it too. The patriarch of Hundred Needles will completely destroy your elder brother's bronze armament when he displays a fighting skill with a thousand needles."

"Thousand Needle Lie is the advancement of the Hundred Needle Family's signature fighting skills, and it is a trick that can only be used by the golden cultivation base. There are hundreds of imperial knights who have died under this trick. Even me, back then I fell under this trick and was pierced into the heart by the piercing sword of the Hundred Needle Family!"

"Your brother Qingkui, he didn't abide by the creed of the Templars. He gave up bravery and violated patience. This is his own death!"

"As the contemporary patriarch of the Qingkui family, he must bear the consequences for his recklessness. This is the price he should pay-even if the price is his life."

The old head's relentless words made Qing Kui's sister completely helpless, and she immediately slumped on the ground, hiding her face and crying.

The angry young knights around also fell silent because of the reprimand of the old leader.

It's just that their teeth clenched tighter and their fists pressed harder.

Patriarch Baizhen took a deep look at the old head and approached Qingkui again.He said in an arrogant tone: "Patriarch Qingkui, what ability do you want to resist? Do you still have a grudge?"

"Then, the next move I will take your life." Patriarch Hundred Needles slowly raised the stabbing sword, and the tip of the sword was straight up, almost touching the tip of his nose.

"This will be the last scene of your life. So, just keep your eyes open and watch it."

"Don't worry, using Thousand Needle Lie to kill you is too exaggerating. You are far worse than your father and grandfather. Hundred Needle Wind is most suitable for you to bury."

"If you take this trick, you still survived, so why don't I forgive your life?"

After finishing speaking, the thorn sword in the hands of Patriarch Hundred Needles suddenly turned into a dazzling sword shadow.

Qing Kui roared, he had been waiting for this moment.

The only remaining grudge in the body was urged out by his brain, and between the flashing blue light, a long spear for the knight's charge was vaguely formed.

boom!

The two sides collided together and then passed by.

An arm was tossed in the air, dripped with dripping blood, and fell off the court.

There was also a stabbing sword in the hand of this arm.

That is the hand of the patriarch of Hundred Needles holding the sword!

The audience was shocked.

A dead silence.

With a plop, Qing Kui fainted on the ground, motionless.

Patriarch Baizhen used his left hand to cover the cut that was almost shoulder-length apart, his face was hard to see the extreme.

"Father, father!" Zhenjin exclaimed, her voice trembling violently.

The old group leader walked into the field at this time and stood between the Patriarch Baizhen and Qingkui, separating the two.

He furrowed his eyebrows deeply and stared at the middle-aged nobleman with a severed arm: "Patriarch Hundred Needles, what you say in the duel is a sacred oath. The duel between you is over."

The middle-aged man's pupils shrunk slightly, staring at the unconscious Qing Kui, gritted his teeth, his face was full of fright and hatred despite the bleeding from the wound.

After a while, he slowly nodded, and staggered down from the competition stage with a strong gloom and unwillingness.

"Father!" Zhenjin Fei ran over and supported the Patriarch Baizhen.

Cheers broke out all around, Qing Kui's sister cried with joy, the young Templars raised their arms and shouted, and many passersby shouted incredible.

The middle-aged man looked around for a week and took the surrounding scenes into his eyes, but his expression had recovered calm: "My son, look up at me. Tell me what my family's family motto is."

"Don't overestimate people, and don't underestimate people." Zhen Jin reluctantly raised his head, his tone choked.

"Very well, remember it, remember it firmly!" Patriarch Baizhen gritted his teeth and said fiercely.