"What is this place used for?" the swordsman asked indifferently.

His face was pale and he dared not speak, his head lowered and his lips tightly closed.

Silently, the swordsman's hand seemed to move, but then seemed not to move.

With a pale face, he thought he had made a mistake. He quickly looked up and found that the swordsman was still looking at the mountain of corpses, and he was relieved.

But when he lowered his head again, he found that many black threads had fallen down.

The pale face took a closer look and realized that those were actually hairs.

At the same time, the pale face felt that his scalp was a little cold. When he reached out and touched it, he found that there was no hair.

In an instant, the pale face's legs weakened and he fell to his knees.

The swordsman just looked at the mountains of corpses quietly. Even though he was cruel and violent, he never killed innocent people indiscriminately.

He once practiced the Fierce God Sword, and because it had to suck blood in the middle of every month, he often had to fight and kill people.

But at that time, he only killed corrupt officials or murderers!

If there are no good people among these piles of corpses, the swordsman would not believe it even if he killed them!

The pale face was cut off by the swordsman and all his hair was cut off. At this time, he was frightened and did not dare to hide it. He hurriedly said: "This is for experiments."

"Experiment what?"

"this……"

Poof!

Blood suddenly appeared, and the pale-faced arm was chopped off. When it fell to the ground, his fingers twitched twice.

His pale face instantly screamed out in pain, but the swordsman stepped on his wound and shouted coldly: "Just because I won't kill you doesn't mean I dare not deal with you!"

Feeling the cold murderous intention of the swordsman, he turned pale and said hurriedly: "I said, I said, this is a place where the power of blood is tested!"

This is not the first time that the swordsman heard about bloodline. In fact, after practicing the Fierce God Sword, he knew a lot about bloodline people.

Because the Fierce God Sword also requires people of special bloodline to practice it, otherwise they will become crazy.

"What about the experimenters?"

"It has been transferred. It is being transferred secretly recently. I don't know why. This is an order from above." The pale face was afraid that the swordsman would attack him again, so he hurriedly told everything he knew.

The swordsman lowered his head and glanced at his pale face: "Tell me everything you know about the situation of this force."

With a pale face, he hurriedly told everything he knew, including the top combat power of this force, how many people there were in total, and what their strength was.

After hearing the situation of this strength, the swordsman felt that he was still under control. The only problem was that there were a little more people.

"If only that guy Qin Yuan hadn't left, how wonderful it would be now." The swordsman sighed with emotion.

Squeaky!

The swordsman closed the iron door and walked out of the dark room with a pale face.

He turned around and looked around and asked, "Where is the basement here?"

"In the back." He said with a pale face, covering his arm that was losing a lot of blood.

The swordsman quickly rushed into the place where the priest rested with a pale face. There was nothing left here, only an empty room.

The entrance to the basement was under the bed. The swordsman walked over and kicked the bed into pieces, then opened the basement passage.

It was a stairway that went downwards at an angle. It was very dark and short, and you had to bend your waist to get in and out.

It was difficult for the swordsman to move inside while holding the knife with his pale face, so he thought about it and simply threw the pale face down first, and then jumped down himself.

After arriving in the basement, there were already a dozen guys in black trench coats waiting next to the pale face.

They all have pale faces and slender bodies.

And these people all held a heavy machine gun in their hands.

Ta-ta-ta!

Continuous firing, countless bullets continued to ricochet in a small space.

The swordsman kept waving the knife in his hand, only to hear a jingling sound, and all the bullets were blocked.

While resisting the bullets, the swordsman quickly rushed towards the men in black.

Seeing that the bullets could not be stopped, one of the fierce guys actually took out a grenade!

Seeing the grenade, the remaining people left quickly. The person lying on the ground with a broken arm and a pale face also desperately got up and ran away.

The swordsman watched the grenade flying over indifferently, but he just stretched out his hand, unfolded the magnetic field, and then rejected it!

The grenade was immediately forcibly reversed and flew towards the men in black.

Boom!

A huge explosion echoed in the small space of the basement.

Everyone was shaken by the sound and completely lost the ability to defend themselves in a short period of time.

The swordsman, on the other hand, took advantage of this opportunity and rushed over. He first grabbed the pale face of the man with a broken arm, and then struck back with a knife.

Arc Moon's sword energy flew out, killing nearly half of the men in black in an instant.

As the swordsman struck again with his backhand, he rushed towards the secret door in front of the basement without even looking back.

As expected by the swordsman, all the remaining men in black were killed by the sword energy!

The swordsman rushed to the secret door, but before he had time to break open the door, he suddenly realized something was wrong and hurriedly got out of the way.

Peng!

A red rocket flew over, blasting open the door and rushing into the small basement.

The swordsman's expression changed drastically, he turned around and rushed into the secret door, and then the magnetic field continued to switch and repel.

The bullets and grenades were all redirected, and none of them fell on the swordsman.

But the problem is that such a powerful bombing has already caused the entire basement to collapse!

The rockets just now had collapsed the basement outside, and the walls of the relatively large basement where the swordsman was located also had cracks.

But those men in black were still bombarding them like crazy, with no intention of changing their minds.

The swordsman turned around and looked around, and found that the basement was where he usually worked.

There are a large number of documents and books, there are even many computers on the table, and the 'Deli' pencil case lying flat at the feet of the swordsman...

If it weren't for the random bullets and shells, the swordsman would have thought he was in a high-end office building.

"Are these people all lunatics?" the swordsman asked angrily, looking at his pale face.

The pale face also looked desperate: "These are our dead soldiers. Their mission is to work here and intercept enemies who cannot resist.

It should be that your actions outside just now exposed your strength, so they all tried their best to kill you!"

Hearing this, the swordsman just looked at him with a profound look on his face.

He didn't believe that these people discovered their own strength by looking at outside surveillance.

It was obvious that the pale face that had fallen down before him had tipped these people off.

But now is not the time to worry about this. The swordsman is thinking about how he should get out.

It is impossible to go back, the passage has been blown down, and the way forward is blocked by these dead soldiers...

Wait, Death Soldier?

The swordsman suddenly thought that the way in front was blocked by these people. Coupled with their identities, it meant that these people had no intention of going out at all.

Then is it possible that they are blocking themselves here to give those who escape time to blow up the tunnel?

Thinking of this, the swordsman's face immediately darkened, and his eyes began to slowly change.

Violence began to spread, and the smell of blood began to spread.

Endless evil energy emerged from the swordsman's body and spread forward. After covering the vampires, all the vampires were stunned for a moment.

Taking advantage of this moment, the swordsman rushed over quickly, and when he waved the kitchen knife in his hand, countless knife energy spread out.

When the swordsman passed through the basement and came to the secret door on the other side, he heard bursts of cracking sounds, and the blood spurted out, dyeing the basement blood red!

The swordsman rushed out of the secret door. He originally thought that this was the exit, but he didn't expect that there was a long passage here.

Boom!

The passage suddenly shook, countless dust fell from the top of the head, and even cracks appeared on the walls. It seemed that the passage would collapse at any time!

The swordsman's face became extremely ugly, and he quickly rushed to the end of the passage, trying to rush out quickly.

But when we reached the end, we were still disappointed to find that the place had been filled in.

The swordsman looked at the collapsed passage and felt the gradually decreasing air around him.

He suddenly remembered that when those bullets passed through the office documents in the basement, the wooden tables and papers were burning.

Combustion requires air, and the most lacking thing in a closed basement is air!
To be continued...