The blood saint is three meters tall, with blood-red skin and black markings from head to toe. The four wings on his back are more than forty feet long after the wings are spread out.

Seeing the half-dead saint who was cultivating in the valley, the four-winged blood saint screamed, "You are looking for death."

A semi-holy man needs a lot of resources to develop.

The death of dozens of semi-sages at once is equivalent to the death of a large number of nucleus forces, and any force will be crazy.

However, Zhang Ruochen looked light and light, and glanced upwards, saying, "I have even cut more than one saint of the undead blood, kill dozens of semi-sages, what else?"

"So loud, dare you name it?"

The spiritual power of the Four Wings of Blood Saint is far less than that of Zhang Ruochen, who can't see Zhang Ruochen's appearance at all and does not know his identity.

Zhang Ruochen didn't respond to him, but just slowly raised a palm and mobilized his spirit again.

Immediately, strands of heaven and earth aura turned into lightning and shuttled in the air.

"Oh!"

"what……"

The thunderbolt condensed into a spear and shot down. All the undead half-saints who were still alive were killed, and a living mouth was not left.

"Bold."

The blood anger of the four wings can not be revealed. In front of him, a human being dared to kill?

It must be known that in the Northern Territory, only the undead blood slaying and enslaving human beings, and the human beings killing the undead sacred half-holy people are treasonable acts.

The eyes of the Four Winged Blood Saints became extremely bright, as if two fireballs were hanging in the cloud of blood. The inside of the two "fireballs" gave birth to a violent force. Immediately, two pillars of flame fell from the sky and hit Zhang Ruochen below.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were slightly stunned, and he exhibited a thunder spell "Ben Lei". When he moved, he turned into a bright lightning, rushed out, avoided the attack of the four-winged blood saint, and came to a place on the edge of the valley. Higher position.

"Thunder vortex."

Zhang Ruochen exhibited a three-level thunder system spell. Over time, above the sky, a vortex with a diameter of hundreds of feet condensed, with numerous lightning and flames shuttled in the vortex.

These spells exhibited by Zhang Ruochen are all low-level spells. Before the spiritual power reached the semi-sacred realm, they were cultivated.

Although it is a very low-level spell, it is exhibited by a spiritual saint who has reached the 52nd level of mental strength. That kind of power is also quite considerable, which is not acceptable for ordinary saints.

The vortex of thunderbolt swept in the four-winged blood saint, and the power of thunder and flame continued to shoot down. The four-winged blood saint screamed, and a large amount of holy blood spilled from the vortex.

By the time the Four Winged Blood Saints broke free from the vortex of thunderfire, their bodies had become scorched, and the sacred body had been burned for a half.

"dead."

The four-winged blood saints know the weakness of the spiritual saints. As long as they are close to their bodies, they will surely die.

Although seriously injured, the four-winged Blood Saint still wanted to fight back from the Jedi, dived down quickly, and a silvery white spike protruded from the palm of his hand, piercing Zhang Ruochen's head.

Zhang Ruochen sighed lightly. After the three veins were abolished, it was trouble. In the previous peak period, the four-winged blood saint rushed over, and he only needed one palm to slap him to death.

Now, you can only choose to back off.

After using Ben Lei to avoid, Zhang Ruochen waved a wave, and a ball of lightning flew out, hitting the blood wing of the four-winged man, beating his flesh and screaming again.

However, Zhang Ruochen's spell was too low-level and limited in power. He could only hurt the four-winged blood saint, and could not kill him.

"It's a horrible guy who obviously has deep spiritual accomplishments, but uses the lowest level of spells, which is exactly an insult to me."

The Blood Wings of the Four Wings did not know that Zhang Ruochen had not practiced advanced spiritual spells, only that Zhang Ruochen wanted to kill him, and his heart was both aggrieved and angry.

"Now, let you be proud, and wait until the other two blood saints come, which is your death."

The four-winged blood saint knows that the other party is likely to abuse him, but he is still insisting on waiting for reinforcements. Today, in any case, this arrogant human must pay the price, drain his blood, and turn him into a blood slave.

In fact, Zhang Ruochen is also very speechless. The vitality and resilience of the undead blood are too strong. Using low-level spells for a while and a half will not kill him.

"Well."

The spherical lightning and electric knife continued to fall, leaving dozens of wounds on the body of the four-winged blood sage, making him howl constantly, blood flowed, and vitality was rapidly flowing.

Just as the four-winged blood saints were about to persist in preparing to escape, two huge saints breathed out in the northwest direction of the valley.

At the same time, a dense army of undead blood rushed to the valley on the ground. They were elite troops, with hundreds of thousands of troops. They formed a battle array and advanced rapidly. The sound of the march shook the whole valley gently.

The blood wings of the four wings were so excited that tears would flow out, as if to see the dawn, there is no need to be tortured. The whole person is like a chicken blood, and a dazzling blood light burst out. Heavenly blood saint, help this saint to kill this holy spiritual saint. His blood is divided equally among us. "

However, before the two blood saints flew down from the cloud of blood, a silver kitchen knife flew out and hit one of them.

"Well."

There was a tragic cry in the cloud of blood.

Immediately afterwards, the body of a blood saint fell from the sky.

The silver kitchen knife draws an arc in midair, rotates it once, and kills another blood saint.

Just for a moment, the two blood saints fell, and they even had no time to escape.

The four-winged blood stunned, staring at the little girl who looked harmless behind Huang Yanchen, and couldn't help wanting to scold.

He always thought that Zhang Ruochen was the strongest of the three, and only felt that Huang Yanchen and Qing Mo were too beautiful. They should be Zhang Ruochen's family members and maids, so they ignored them directly.

Who would have thought that they were even stronger?

Knowing that they are so strong, why need to suffer so many sins, the four-winged blood saint has long chosen to escape.

After several killing baptisms in the Qinglong Ruins, the Blood Gods, and the Yin Yanghai, although Qing Mo is still very timid, he has made some progress, at least he has dared to kill.

It is always necessary to go through life and death and blood to make the monk truly grow up.

Huang Yanchen stood silently, always concerned about Zhang Ruochen's battle with the four-winged blood saint. As long as Zhang Ruochen was in danger, she would take the first shot.

However, she was surprised to find that even if the three veins were exhausted, Zhang Ruochen was still very powerful. The ordinary saints encountered him, and they were only abused.

"Brother Chen, let's make a quick decision. The army of the undead blood has been encircled, and we must leave as soon as possible." Huang Yanchen also felt that Zhang Ruochen's strength was unfathomable, but he was abusing the blood wings of the four wings.

The elite army of hundreds of thousands of undead blood races is not a warrior, but a war formation, and is really surrounded, even if the three of them are practicing, it will be quite dangerous.

The four-winged blood sage has long been unable to hold on, and was quite seriously injured. After knowing that Huang Yanchen and Qing Mo were both strong men in the sacred realm, he was even more afraid to continue fighting, exhibited a speedy body style, and fled outside the valley.

If the Blood Wings of the Four Wings do not escape, it is estimated that it will take a long time for Zhang Ruochen to kill him. However, he was timid and chose to escape, which gave Zhang Ruochen a chance.

Zhang Ruochen chased him up quickly, his palm was shaped into a knife, and he waved forward: "Nine-cut electric knife."

Nine lightning long swords flew out, like water waves, one knife after another, layered on top of one another, chopped on the body of the four-winged blood saint.

The front seven swords were blocked by the four-winged blood sage, the eighth sword fell, and the violent thunder power shredded the four blood wings on his back into pieces of palm-sized meat.

The ninth sword flew out, directly dividing the sacred body of the four-winged blood saint into two halves, which completely drained his vitality.

Huang Yanchen walked over, staring at the corpse of the four-winged blood saint, saying meaningfully: "Even if you just cultivate spiritual power, you can be called emperor and emperor in the future. Whoever dares to look down on you will pay a heavy price. . "

Zhang Ruochen felt a little tired and didn't say much, and said, "Let's go, get out of here, don't be caught by the top saints of the undead blood."

After all, it was at the site of the undead kins that such a big noise would surely alarm the top of the undead kins, and Zhang Ruochen didn't dare to care.

The holy sources of the three blood saints were all collected by yellow smoke.

Subsequently, Huang Yanchen opened the road in front, Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo walked behind, forming a triangle, colliding with hundreds of thousands of undead blood army.

The army's battle formation has not yet fully formed, and they cannot stop the three of Zhang Ruochen.

After just a tea time, the three of them rushed out and disappeared into the sky.

On the periphery of the valley, only a large **** corpse was left, and more than 30,000 elite soldiers of the undead blood race died, and countless injured sergeants.

Ningfeng House is the territory occupied by the Qingtian tribe, one of the top ten tribes. The news of this killing soon spread to the ears of the Qingtian tribe.

Winning King is the second figure of the Qingtian clan, second only to the existence of Qingtian Blood Emperor.

At this moment, an avatar of Zhongying Wang is standing in a magnificent temple, pinching the light amulet, and saying to himself: "Three blood saints fell, and 30,000 elite troops were slaughtered. By hand. Check the specific identities of the three of them? "

An evil woman wearing a black cape with a black veil on her face, standing under the King of Winners, with a husky voice, saying: "Every holy spirit in the Northern Territory has been registered and some have trusted. Some of us are listed on the "Death List" and some are being drawn to us. However, the three of them do not seem to be on our registration list. "

This woman, named Zhu Qingyi, is a successor disciple of the King of Victory. She is also a very powerful sacred power ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ is not a sage from the North? "Win the king.

Zhu Qingyi said: "Among the three, there is a spiritual saint who will be a master sent by the earth temple to deliberately create chaos in Ningfeng House and want to stop the Qingtian tribe and the other three tribes from besieging Hongchuan. plan of?"

Winner Wang Lengheng said, "Four blood emperors ordered at the same time that the four clans assembled ten million troops. It is bound to win Hongchuan Prefecture. This is the general trend and no one can stop it. Disturbing Ningfeng Prefecture, Just wanting to drag the army of the Qingtian tribe is completely delusional. "

After a pause, the Win King asked again: "Where did the three holy saints flee from Longxin County?"

"Hongchuan House," Zhu Qingyi said.

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