After Signing In For 50 Years, I Became A Blood Clan Boss

[Chapter 15]: The sword is thrown from the hand, the sword is dropped from the hand, and the killing!

Seven-star magic weapon, death sickle?

Fang Qingyan was taken aback.

Then the space in front of him trembled, and an aura as deep and mysterious as an abyss appeared.

There is a huge sickle-shaped weapon in front of you!

Looking at its style, it resembles the scythe used by the god of death to harvest souls in the film and television animations that I have seen in my previous life.

The handle of the Death Scythe was more than two meters in length.

The sickle is as huge as a guillotine, with a graceful curvature.

The sharp edge is exposed, and the cold light is cold!

“This is the first time I’ve signed in to get a magic weapon. I really want to get whatever I want.”

There was a strange color in Fang Qingyan’s eyes, and then he reached out and grabbed the handle of the Death Scythe without thinking.

It’s heavy to start, and the texture is cold.

But Fang Qingyan felt that it seemed to have life, and he could clearly feel the rhythm of this weapon, like a breathing killer.

Gently wipe the blade with your thumb.

The skin was immediately scratched, and blood beads oozing out.

“Good weapon!”

Fang Qingyan couldn’t help but praised, the thumb wound healed automatically.

Being able to easily cut through the flesh and blood of an earl-level blood clan is shocking to the world.

His current physical strength is comparable to that of a diamond, one can imagine how sharp the Death Scythe is!

Fang Qingyan once read a book in his study in Kasteinburg.

It is about the knowledge of magic weapons.

The most suitable weapon for the blood race in the world is the magic weapon.

And the casting of magic tools uses the body parts of the blood race as raw materials, such as fangs, claws, bones, flesh, hair…

The grades of magic weapons are divided into nine levels, from the lowest one-star magic weapon to the top nine-star magic weapon.

The body materials of the traditional blood clan can only cast magic tools below three stars.

And it is rumored that the top nine-star magic weapon was forged by the prince…

The Scythe of Death that Fang Qingyan got, at least the raw material is also the Marquis!

…

“Not only did he break through the realm of earl, but he also added such a weapon…”

Fang Qingyan narrowed his eyes and showed a bloodthirsty smile, “Marston, if you can live to see the sun tomorrow, I will write your name upside down!”

call out–

Spiritual power fully motivated.

Flying speed instantly breaks the sound barrier!

At a very fast speed, it broke through the air.

Two quarters later.

The huge and luxurious castle of the Earl of Marston, like the palace, comes into view.

…

“Stop comers!”

A thunderous shout rang out.

A terrifying powerhouse jumped out of the castle, raised his head and scolded Fang Qingyan: “This is the residence of His Highness Marston, trespassing without authorization is punishable by death!”

laugh–

The huge sickle shadow flashed by, making a clean cutting sound.

Then Dou Da’s head flew up, and the headless corpse fell to the ground spraying blood.

… The answer to him was Fang Qingyan’s knife!

A mere viscount is not a general at all.

Boom! ! !

An arrogant palm slammed open the huge iron gate of the castle.

Fang Qingyan dragged the scythe of death and rushed into it with one step. With the sound of “chichi”, more than a dozen guards were instantly cut in half, and he began to kill the Quartet!

Castle Kastein was almost destroyed.

Fang Qingyan intends to let Marston experience the sourness of being exterminated!

…

“Enemy attack! Enemy attack!”

“Someone invaded, hurry up and report to His Highness Marston!”

“It’s over, the deputy commander was hacked to death, this man is too powerful, let’s run!”

…

Marston Castle suddenly became a mess.

The guard wolf rushed to the hog and fled everywhere.

However, in front of an earl whose killing intent was soaring to the sky, running away was obviously an extravagant hope.

chi chi chi chi chi-

Fang Qingyan came into the world like a killing god, he maintained the attitude of rushing forward, waving the scythe of death recklessly with both hands, killing ten people in one step, domineering and absolutely powerful!

Hand up the knife, hand up the knife, kill!

After a hundred steps.

As far as the eye can see, no one can stand anymore.

Behind Fang Qingyan, the bones form mountains and the blood flows into rivers, such as Senluo hell.

He didn’t look back.

He pushed open the door of the inner castle with a blank face, stepped on the white velvet floor, held the handle of the sickle in his right hand, and dragged the sickle head on the ground.

Bloody footprints one step at a time.

At the end of the hall, the nobles in gorgeous clothes were sitting on the high places, not being insulted, with handsome faces and elegant sitting postures.

Feeling that he was locked by Fang Qingyan’s gaze, Marston grinned, revealing two fangs.

Condescendingly, with an arrogant tone: “There are many counts in Laemia, and everyone knows me, but very few can catch my eye… You are one of them, because you are very kind!”

Although all the guards in the castle were killed.

But Marston did not show panic, anger, violence and other emotions at all.

To be an aristocrat is to possess the arrogance of “noble is only oneself, all things are low”.

Don’t panic, don’t panic in the face of danger, the enemy kills in front of you, chatting and laughing first, and then killing them with absolute force, it seems to be very aristocratic.

laugh–

With a horizontal slash, the throne was split into two pieces.

Fang Qingyan, who was still 100 meters away, came to him at an unknown time.

The speed has exceeded the dynamic speed limit that the eye can capture.

But this knife was empty, and the Scythe of Death did not have the refreshing feel of the blade cutting through human tissue.

“You don’t have the demeanor of a noble at all, you are very savage, and you are also very rude.”

The voice came from behind.

Earl Marston stood with his hands on his back, a dozen meters away from Fang Qingyan.

He looked gloomy and angry because Fang Qingyan did not wait for him to speak before he started.

“You are very pretentious.”

Fang Qingyan’s expression was as indifferent as water, “I really want to know, will you royal family members kneel down and beg for mercy?”

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