7 There Are No Good Or Bad Weapons, The Human Heart Is Unspeakable

The lieutenant glanced at the man, took the cigar, and said in a deep voice, "Let's make it clear in advance that if necessary, I will carry out firepower coverage."

"I do."

"Mr. Liu Zhongyi, may your body and mind be strong and not be tainted!" The lieutenant thumped his chest with his right hand and gave his blessings.

He knew some things and knew more about the dangers than the average person.

Liu Zhongyi waved his hand and walked into the darkness.

Looking at the man's background, the lieutenant pinched his cigar and solemnly ordered.

"Pass down the order. Get ready to fire!"

In the black fog, Liu Zhongyi muttered softly and moved forward.

"Even though the flag can't be inserted randomly, Liu Zhongyi, you have to know that you have to be prepared today."

He took out a soft sword from his waist and swung it gently. It buzzed. At the hilt, there were two lines of small words: My heart is firm and I won't take half a step back.

He was neither fast nor slow. As he advanced, his aura condensed.

He wasn't sure he could handle a ranked demon.

However, he couldn't watch this town fall. At least, not without doing something.

The demon's location was easy to determine. The center point of the black fog was where the demon was.

Other than the area shrouded in black fog, the other residents had already been moved. At this moment, the streets were empty. The autumn wind blew, stirring up fallen leaves and debris.

Feng Ling held the Six-Faced Han Sword in his hand, and light surged in his eyes. His Illusion Break divine power allowed him to see in the darkness.

As he moved forward, the nauseating smell grew stronger.

The street was quiet. There were no sounds but Feng Ling's footsteps.

Feng Ling was not too nervous in the darkness.

Even though the fellow in front had caused quite a commotion, his aura was much weaker than Bai Yi's last night.

Of course, Feng Ling wouldn't let his guard down.

Those who were careless would not end well. Yesterday's Bai Yi was a living example.

Moreover, he knew too little about these demons and ghosts. If the other party had any legendary Dharma artifacts or treasures, the threat level would increase by an unknown level.

Even someone as powerful as Sun Wukong was called in by the Purple Gold Gourd.

Finally, around the corner, Feng Ling saw a figure.

This figure was extremely tall, two meters away. His upper body was bare, and his muscles were knotted. However, his skin was dark, and only his long blood-colored hair fluttered in the wind.

At this moment, he was holding a blood-colored bead with both hands. The rolling black fog in the sky was coming out of the bead.

And when he saw the bead, there was a sudden reaction from the Equipment Strategy.

[Boundary Key—Fly's Blood Bead]

A Blood Bead from a fly?

Feng Ling was stunned. This was the first time he had seen the Equipment Strategy react to a certain item.

However, there was no time to study this now. The main reason was the burly culprit in front of him.

When Feng Ling saw him, the figure also became aware of Feng Ling.

He suddenly turned around. He was wearing a ghost mask. His face was green and his fangs were sharp. He was terrifying.

With the enhancement of [Illusion Break], Feng Ling saw invisible blood threads gathering towards the blood bead from all directions.

The blood-colored threads were injected into the figure's body again, replacing the black fog.

And the source of these blood-colored threads was the surrounding residents.

Feng Ling roughly understood what this guy was doing. This guy was probably using this blood-colored bead to modify himself.

However, this modification required blood as a catalyst. As for this bead, it was a "replacement device" for this modification process.

At the same time, during this exchange, the blood bead also "squeezed" a portion of the blood-colored threads and turned them into its own.

"Unorthodox!"

Feng Ling snorted coldly. He was the successor of the Armament Workshop and knew very well that there was no such thing as good or bad weapons.

"Little ant, you're courting death!" the masked man said in a low and hoarse voice that contained intense killing intent.

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Ling felt a suction force. The blood qi in her body actually wanted to break free from her body and head towards the blood pearl.

"Hmph!"

Feng Ling snorted coldly. A bronze cauldron enveloped his entire body, and the blood qi in his entire body immediately quietened down and was no longer guided.

The masked man was slightly surprised when he saw this, but he immediately increased his strength and directly activated his essence energy to control the blood bead.

The blood pearl immediately glowed red and the suction force increased greatly. Feng Ling felt it the most vividly. The blood in his entire body was like a river that was blown by a violent wind. At this moment, waves surged and huge waves rose.

"Suppress!"

Another two bronze cauldrons appeared and suppressed the blood essence.

Feng Ling did not dare to delay any longer. He had the ability to resist this suction force, but the surrounding residents were like fish on a board. At this rate, in less than three minutes, the surrounding people would probably be sucked dry.

He could tell that the masked man must have used some method to increase the power of the blood bead. However, since the masked man didn't do this at the beginning, it meant that this method either had a time limit or consumed too much energy.

Feng Ling leaned towards the latter because with the enhancement of [Illusion Break], he could clearly see that the blood beads were no longer sending blood lines to the masked man. Instead, they were quietly absorbing in the opposite direction.

Divine Power: Dismembering Bull!

Feng Ling held the Six-Faced Han Sword and activated his divine power. However, the person in front of him was actually blurry. He could not see any weakness at all.

However, this did not affect Feng Ling. If there were no weaknesses, he would hit them.

The Pig Slaughtering Knife Technique brazenly attacked the masked man.

Even though this was a saber technique, the Six-Faced Han Sword's body was thick and wide. The forging material was even tempered by modern technology and ancient methods. It was extremely tough.

The Eight-Sided Han Sword was still the pinnancle of sword forging in ancient times. It was the widest and most destructive.

The Four-Faced Han Sword was light.

The Six-Faced Han Sword was between the two, but in terms of pure power, it was the strongest of the three.

The speed of the Pig Slaughtering Knife Technique exceeded the masked man's imagination.

In addition, Feng Ling instantly suppressed his vital energy and blood, making him a little dazed. By the time he reacted, the sword tip was already in front of him.

However, he was a veteran after all. Several layers of black light instantly appeared around the masked man to block the attack of the Six-Faced Han Sword.

The black light shattered layer by layer, but it gave the masked man a chance to breathe.

Taking advantage of the fact that the sword momentum was about to end, he retreated and swallowed the blood bead. He took out a black dagger from his waist and blocked the blade.

Even though it was a dagger, compared to the masked man, this human-shaped demon was tall. This dagger was more like a short sword.

Feng Ling did not expect to succeed in one strike. She waved her sword and stabbed out diagonally with "Pig Slaughtering Throat".

At this moment, the masked man had truly entered a combat state. He was a ranked expert, and the essence energy in his body could already be attached to his weapon.

Coupled with the fact that his dagger was made of superalloy material, he was confident that he could destroy Feng Ling's Han Sword while blocking the attack.

Ding!

The small dagger blocked the thick Han sword, and sparks flew. The two sides began to wrestle with each other.

The masked man had transformed into a demon, and his physique was already very different from ordinary people. Coupled with the enhancement of essence energy, in terms of pure strength, he was already extraordinary.

As for Feng Ling, she had been tempering her body with the mysterious breathing technique since she was young and had been forging iron all year round. There was no need to mention her physique. After reaching the four cauldrons realm, not only was her defense astonishing, her blood qi was also as vigorous as a river.

Both sides were in a deadlock at this moment, and no one dared to act rashly.