Dream Picking Records

Wang Xiao attacked with a heavy punch, and the killer could only raise his arms to defend himself.

However, few people could match him in close combat. After a few blows, the killer's arms became bloody and his bones turned into powder. He could only watch helplessly as the opponent's fists fell on his chest and head.

"Humph, you dare to fight melee with me, you rubbish."

After getting rid of this person, Wang Xiao turned around and was about to leave, but the third person who had been hiding finally showed up.

It was also a sword without fluctuations, but his speed was much faster than the previous two. But how could he possibly stab Wang Xiao who was already on guard?

After the sneak attack failed, he did not hide himself, but stood in front of Wang Xiao openly.

"It seems that the raids we are so proud of are of no use to you."

His eyes were bloodshot, and there was no spiritual energy emanating from his body, as if he was one with the world.

"What's your name? I don't want to save an unknown person." The other person seemed to be much more distinguished than the previous two.

"It seems that you are very confident. It is better to tell you my name, so that you don't have no idea who killed you after you go down." His eyes flashed bloodshot, staring at the prey in front of him, "I am the candidate for the Holy Son of the Holy Pavilion, Xue Futu!"

"Candidate?" Wang Xiao was dissatisfied. They didn't send the real Holy Son even though they beat him. Did they look down on him? He immediately thought of the two people he met when he first came into contact with the Holy Pavilion. "The one you sent to kill Xia Daoling was your Holy Son?"

"Heh, he doesn't deserve it." Xue Futu's expression froze, "Bawang, Murong Bawang... who are you?"

"Can you tell me who sent you to kill me? I'll tell you if you do." Wang Xiao asked casually, without expecting the other party to answer.

"Oh, I'll tell you when you die."

Xue Fu Tu raised his sword to kill, and Wang Xiao summoned the black brick to counter the attack.

"It seems that you don't have the confidence that you can kill me."

"hehe!"

Xue Fu Tu stopped talking and focused on attacking, each move was fatal. He was indeed a candidate for the Saint Son trained by the assassin organization. His swordsmanship was tricky, experienced and ruthless, and he could always stab Wang Xiao's vital points unexpectedly.

Under the training of Master Wang, Wang Xiao had dealt with all kinds of moves and was not afraid at all. Xue Fu Tu searched for a chance for a long time but to no avail.

"The candidate for the Holy Son of the Holy Pavilion is nothing more than this."

For the first time, Xue Fu Tu's heart was shaken. His body was even stronger than Murong Bowang's Mo Yuan body, but he had no way to deal with Wang Xiao.

"Blood-drinking Demon Sword."

He raised his hand and a river of blood appeared. There was no telling how much blood of countless people and creatures it contained. It covered the sky and made people's scalps numb.

"Nanlin Divine Brick."

A black unicorn stood proudly in the sky. It opened its mouth wide and sucked hard, swallowing the river of blood in the sky into its stomach.

"Kill the Saint with one strike."

Xue Futu's killing sword slashed across his palm, blood was absorbed by the blade, and countless shadows of wronged souls condensed on the sword body.

"Killing the Saint? I see you have trouble even killing a chicken."

Wang Xiao used the Flying Immortal Brick. The sacred and majestic immortal energy suppressed Xue Futu's murderous intent.

Suddenly, his sword turned red and black. Fortunately, Wang Xiao was focused and immediately retreated when he realized something was wrong.

The sword exploded, catching Wang Xiao off guard. His Taoist robe was torn to pieces, but fortunately his body was strong enough, so it was just a surge of blood and qi, and no major damage was done.

It’s not over yet. As the killing sword exploded, the innocent souls who died under the sword seemed to have found their creditors and swarmed towards him.

"Taiping Shenyu."

As the divine light appeared, all spirits were annihilated. All evil spirits in the world were completely purified. Looking at the Blood Pagoda that was also affected by the explosion, Wang Xiao raised the black brick to him.

"Use whatever means you have left, otherwise you will have no chance."

"You're stronger than I thought. In that case, blood limit!"

An icy voice came out of his mouth, and the world around them was shrouded in flowing blood, with blood dripping from the top of their heads from time to time.

In the limit of blood, Xue Fu Tu's momentum continued to rise, and soon broke through to the ninth level of Gui Yuan.

In the center of his red eyes, black pupils appeared, emitting an evil light. Wang Xiao did not look at him, but he was also affected. Even when he closed his eyes, there were still dense eyeballs emitting black light in his mind.

Wang Xiao swept several divine lights in succession, but his eyeballs kept regenerating as if they were endless, and after the eyeballs exploded, they turned into pools of blood that flowed to his feet. The blood continued to spread upward along the soles of his feet, and he was bound in place and unable to move, until his entire body was wrapped in blood.

In the blood limit, Xue Futu's pupils flickered with a demonic light. He walked towards Wang Xiao slowly, while Wang Xiao closed his eyes and did not move.

"Haha, within my limits, no one has been able to escape."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Xiao suddenly opened his eyes, and a layer of flames burned on his body. He was shocked and had a splitting headache. His two eyeballs turned red, and upon closer inspection, the black pupils revealed a flame.

He decisively dug out the eyeball with two fingers without any hesitation.

"What kind of fire is this!?"

"Specially for burning you bugs hiding in the dark."

"Heh, you're still within your limits. I haven't lost yet!"

Blood continued to flow from his tightly closed eyes, and he stretched out his palm and clenched it towards Wang Xiao. Countless arrows continuously condensed in the blood prison of the limit, shooting at the middleman from all directions.

Xue Futu himself merged into the limit and became a part of the blood prison, preparing to launch a fatal attack.

Wang Xiao naturally noticed his changes when dealing with the endless arrows. The man and the blood prison became one, and he was completely unable to locate the other party's position.

"Since I can't find you, I'll force you out."

Wang Xiao smiled knowingly and retreated to the edge of the blood prison. The Nine Thunder Method was activated, and electric arcs flashed all over his body. His palms touched the blood wall, and the lightning quickly spread to all parts of the blood prison. Not a drop of blood could escape!

Not long after, the blood pagoda was charred by electricity and took shape.

He became ruthless and controlled the blood prison to shrink.

Sensing the density of spiritual energy in the blood prison, he knew what the other party wanted to do.

"Another suicidal move. The assassins from the Holy Pavilion are really dedicated to their work."

"As long as we can achieve our goal, we don't mind dying. We have already made up our minds."

There was no emotion in Xue Futu's voice. They were indeed just machines trained to assassinate.

"Unfortunately, you will be the only one to die. Although you are not worthy of my next attack, I haven't used you for a long time, so I'll use you as a training ground."

A green dragon shadow appeared, and a loud dragon roar sounded, and the shrinking blood prison was stopped in its tracks. Wang Xiao transformed into a humanoid little green dragon and appeared behind the blood pagoda like a ghost.

Fortunately, Xue Fu Tu had no eyes, otherwise his eyeballs would explode again. He discovered through his mind that the other party was using the concealment technique of their Holy Pavilion!

However, when he was surprised, the invincible dragon claws were about to pierce his body. He tried his best to dodge, and finally, at the cost of losing an arm, he narrowly avoided it.

"How do you know the secret of my Holy Pavilion?"

"I am the genuine Holy King Murong from the Murong family. Are you surprised that I know your magic?" Wang Xiao took light steps and slowly approached him.

"That damned one is giving him a taste of his own medicine!"

"Oh, from what you said, it seems that the Murong family has little to do with the Holy Pavilion."

Xue Futu gnashed his teeth in hatred, but Wang Xiao ruled out the suspicion that the Murong family was a killer organization from his words.

"What do you mean?"

"It's meaningless. You can go die now."

The Azure Dragon Chapter of the Four Symbols of Heaven was too sacred and overbearing, and it held the injured Xuefutu in its grasp.

After losing an arm, Xue Fu Tu was determined to fight to the death. He slapped his chest, and his blood essence merged with the blood prison, speeding up the contraction. Xue Fu Tu went completely crazy.

"Today, we will die together!"

"Haha, what a wild idea."