Starting from Orion, kill a Martial Saint

Chapter 89 Blood, fire, and anger.

In the splashing darkness, the sound of iron tools rubbing against each other was heartbreaking.

A flash of red robe flashed out like a ghost in the night.

The person who came was a middle-aged man.

Dressed in red, with a strong smell of cinnabar,
The man's eyes glanced at the long knife in Yan Dahong's hand, and the anger on his face became more intense.

"You bastards, who made you fight for no reason? It's a waste of this good blood to flow on the ground in vain. I don't want to care about your things. But you are going too far!"

The man was talking nonchalantly, and every word seemed to be filled with anger. When he uttered the last word, he was almost gritting his teeth.

The man held a small bucket in his hand.

In the small iron bucket, an awl-like object was making clicking sounds as the body swayed.

Click, click, click. The sound of the collision of iron tools became more and more harsh.

Seeing the red dress, Yan Dahong's expression froze instantly.

"Blood and Fire Society?"

The hair all over Yan Dahong's body exploded.

why?
Why does the blood and fire society appear here?Shouldn't they be stationed outside the city?But why did you come to the outer city again?
When he was in the village outside the city, he had heard the master talk about the so-called Blood and Fire Society.

The boss only had three words to evaluate them.

"Desperados."

It is hard to imagine that these are the words of an old desperado who has been killing people with a knife since he was nine years old and carrying hundreds of enemies on his back.

The Blood Fire Society was originally just a subordinate branch of the Green Lotus Sect. It was mainly used to provide blood food and prepare elixirs for the saints of the Green Lotus Sect.

But that elixir, although powerful, has irreversible damage to the human spirit.

So these people are often bloodthirsty lunatics.

After the Qinglian Sect was destroyed by the imperial court, these people from the Blood Fire Society separated from the Qinglian Sect and became a new force.

Now, in the entire Qingzhou, there are more than ten counties where the forces of the Blood Fire Society are entrenched.

These people from the Blood and Fire Society
Absolutely not to mess with!
They were born out of the rebellious Qinglian Sect, and they also control a variety of strange secret techniques in the Qinglian Sect. They use human blood sacrifices and refine elixirs, which are things they are extremely good at...
In the flash of lightning, his thoughts were whirling, and with a plop, Yan Dahong knelt on the ground.

"Yan Dahong, the second master of Black Tiger Zhai outside the villain city! I have met the altar master!"

"Oh? Since you are from outside the city, you should also know my name, Xionghui, but how dare you come to me and act wild?" Xionghui was a little surprised, and a trace of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

For a moment, Yan Dahong's whole body felt like electricity was passing through him, and he was sweating like rain.

"The villain was entrusted by my master to come here to do something! If he knew that this was the territory of the Xiong Altar Master, he would never dare to come here!"

The altar leader squinted his eyes and kept looking at Yan Dahong, like a poisonous snake constantly twisting and crawling around his body.

Just as his eyes glanced at him, Yan Dahong's whole body couldn't help but tense up. The inexplicable pressure was like a mountain, making him dare not raise his head.

"Come on, since you have made such a mess, I will show mercy and refine you into a blood elixir. This is considered your apology? How about it?" The voice was hoarse and rough, like a basin of cold water being poured on him. , the coolness spreads.

Yan Dahong did not respond. At this moment, his heart was already filled with fear.

"Looking at you like this, you are frightened." Xiong Altar Master held his forehead and sounded regretful.

"Originally, the materials for blood pills are in short supply. I am very busy every day just to produce a month's output. It's better for you. They are shouting and killing in the outer city, so I didn't even bring out the cat slave. I just I can take your blood with my own hands and make some inferior blood-coagulating pills."

"Don't worry, it will be done soon and you won't feel any pain."

"Actually, I wanted to go back and bring the cat slave out, but it's a pity. I was afraid that you would run away. If I took the cat slave with me, I might not be able to catch up with you, a blood-coagulated warrior."

"So, let's just make do with it and it will work anyway."

Every word spoken by Xiong Altar Master hit Yan Dahong's heart hard, radiating the strongest fear in his heart.The fear reached the extreme, but instead it was shrouded in anger.

Endless anger.

I just want to survive in this troubled world!But why should I die here?Die here like a dog?

Isn't it that I have worked hard and practiced martial arts for decades just to have a better life and enjoy it?
Why?
Why can this powerful altar leader decide his own destiny with just one sentence?

Fury was brewing in his heart, almost on the verge of erupting.

He secretly raised his eyes and looked at the altar leader dressed in red, murderous intent emerging in his eyes.

"Huh, this guy is quite angry, but that's okay." The altar leader looked at Yan Dahong who was kneeling on the ground, feeling the excitement of blood in his body, and he was in a good mood.

He was not afraid of this guy's resistance. On the contrary, what he wanted to see most was this scene.

To achieve high-quality Blood Coagulation Pill, it must be drawn from the blood of a furious and brave heart.

If this guy gets scared and is killed by himself on the way to escape, the quality of the Blood Coagulation Pill will be greatly reduced.

It's great, you don't have to irritate yourself, you just get angry.

If all the men in the world were as bloody as him, wouldn't this Blood Coagulation Pill be mass-produced long ago?
For a moment, Yan Dahong saw distraction in the eyes of Xiong Altar Master.

Almost subconsciously, the energy and blood all over his body surged instantly, and the bluestone slab was instantly exploded into countless tiny pieces of stone by the huge force. That sword-drawing move that had been practiced thousands of times!
The rough machete carved out a streak of silver. The knife was like a silver thread, and the sound was like a dragon's roar!This is his full blow!
I don't know how many people have died under his knife, which has almost reached its peak speed!
So what if he is the altar owner?

Isn’t it still a mortal body?Could it be that no matter how tough you are, can you really be tougher than steel?
Hoo ho ho!The half-cut knife continued to rotate in mid-air with a crisp crackling sound, and was inserted into the old tree with a loud sound.

puff!

The smell of blood filled the air instantly.

The altar leader looked unconcerned, lazily, and just tilted his head slightly to avoid the knife that struck his neck.

However, Yan Dahong's hand holding the knife could not move any further. One hand pinched his wrist tightly, holding him firmly in place.

The other hand of the male altar master had already taken out the long iron tool in the small bucket at some point.

It was an iron pole that was straight and hollow, similar to a reed pole.

The male altar leader was just as calm as a woman cooking and cracking open an egg. The iron rod was inserted into Yan Dahong's chest and stirred hard.

Along with the sound of muscles being torn apart, the iron rod gradually became warm.

Clap la la.
The sound of water flowing sounded in the silent night.

Sweet blood gushed out from the iron rod, gurgling into the small iron bucket, like a pot of Kung Fu tea, with elegant blood lines.

Crash. Half a bucket of blood quickly accumulated in the small bucket. The blood was covered with fishy-sweet bubbles and white foam.

After the first stream of blood drained from his heart, the Master of the Altar gave Yan Dahong a gentle push, and Yan Dahong fell straight back.

His face turned extremely pale in an instant.

He probably never dreamed that he could be killed so easily.

After all, he is also a warrior at the blood coagulation level.

Actually
Die so unceremoniously
"Not bad, the blood of the Blood Coagulation Warrior is indeed of high quality. With such a bucket, at least ten Blood Coagulation Pills can be made. Good, good, good!"

The altar leader shook the blood in the small bucket, and a smile flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Then, his eyes focused on the small courtyard that smelled of blood.

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