The cultivation of the two female saints both reached the Xuanhuang Realm. After using the combined attack method, the combat power erupted was more powerful.

However, the undead blood tribe has a total of five blood saints, three Xuanhuang state saints, two upper state saints, occupy an absolute advantage in number, it is not that they can reverse the war situation using a combination of means.

The two female saints stayed in the palace all the year round, and they became very high. However, their state of mind is far worse than those of the blood saints who are on the edge of death. Some crashes.

The female saint named Yuanzhang was seriously injured. She saw the blood saints use red. Staring at her with naked eyes, she felt fear and despair in her heart. : "Sister Li, you can't do anything to break through. It's really impossible. I can only explode the Holy Source and end up with them all."

The blood saint holding the sickle, Shen laughed: "The five sacred powers of the undead blood are here, and she wants to break through, are you too naive?"

"Wow."

Each of the five blood saints played a sacred artifact, suspended in mid-air, and blocked the area to prevent the uninjured female saint from escaping.

At the same time, if Yuan Zhen's maiden really blew herself, the five sacred artifacts can also form a defensive circle, suppressing the destructive force formed by the blast to a certain extent.

The face of that bald blood saint, always with a * smile, gives a feeling of evil. No longer waiting, he rushed towards the two saints.

圣 The blood saint holding the sickle stood still, but injected the Holy Spirit into the black sickle.

每 Each time the black sickle passes in mid-air, it will leave a long evil pattern, making the space tremble slightly.

The priestess Liu Li not only protects the severely wounded princeess of Yuanzhang, but also has to deal with the two sacred powers of the undead blood tribe. The situation cannot be supported at all, and the situation becomes extremely difficult. hit.

Wu Qingmo bit her lips tightly, staring at Zhang Ruochen with a pair of poor eyes, saying, "My son ..."

Zhang Ruochen smiled bitterly. If he didn't see it, he wouldn't bother to mix in. But how can we ignore what happened?

"Go!"

Zhang Ruochen nodded.

Wu Qingmo showed a happy color, turned into a slender blue shadow, and rushed in the direction of the two saints.

The twenty-five blood saints have long noticed that there are two humans standing next to each other, and the three blood saints who have not shot are guarding Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo.

When Wu Qingmo rushed forward, one of the short blood sages greeted him with a strange laugh.

"Little girl, you should be honest and watch the show, and getting involved in this thing is not good for you."

The short blood sage did not put Qing Mo in her eyes at all, thinking she was just a little girl.

"噗."

The two had not yet touched each other, and they were separated by dozens of feet. The short blood sage was shot by Qing Mo in the palm of his hand, his skin burst, and a large amount of blood sprayed out.

However, the vitality of the undead blood race is indeed quite strong. The small blood saint did not die, his flesh and blood was fuzzy, and the pain rolled and mourned on the ground.

The other four blood saints were all shocked. I did not expect that the little girl had such a powerful strength.

At the same time, their eyes stared at Zhang Ruochen again, and they were curious. Could this weak and sick man who could not help the wind be stronger?

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it.

Taking their cultivation as the realm, they couldn't see the face of the sick man, and I'm afraid that he was another powerful figure.

The bald-headed Blood Saint and the sickness-held Blood Saint both stopped and did not continue the attack, but stared at Qing Mo and Zhang Ruochen with some caution.

The priestess of Yuanyuan and the priestess of Liuli suffered serious injuries, and were already desperate. They were about to explode the source together and end up with the five blood saints. However, the appearance of Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo gave them a glimmer of hope.

At this moment, their eyes are also staring at the strange combination of Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo. A sick young man and a teenage girl are nothing like strong men.

Holding the sickle's Blood Saint, she saw that Zhang Ruochen's status was higher than Qing Mo's, so he spoke directly with him and said coldly, "You'd better not go about your affairs, so as not to bring yourself to death."

若 Zhang Ruochen walked over and smiled, and said, "I didn't want to be foolish at first, but I don't know why I don't like the undead bloodline. What do you say I should do?"

An older blood saint, with white beard and white hair, said with a husky smile: "You ca n’t bear it, you have to bear it. Young man, old man advises you to flee Xianji Mountain immediately, and maybe save a life, There is nothing to end with the undead blood tribe. The time and space person of your tribe is not too rampant, but now it has become a wasteful person. Even if you are strong, can you beat him? "

When I heard this, even Qing Mo was very angry.

However, Zhang Ruochen was not shocked and did not have much emotional change. He stretched out a palm, each of his five fingers released a purple electric light, and the five electric light condensed into a sharp thorn.

The severely injured blood saint, the injury recovered, the skin on his body gradually healed, and he just got up from the ground ...

"Wow--"

Zhang Ruochen's arm flew, and the thunderbolt stabbed in his hand flew out, breaking through his sacred body.

The power contained in the long thunderbolt of thunder and lightning was extremely tyrannical, melting the blood saint ’s sacred body into a pile of calamity ash, and only a blood-red sacred source was still shining on the ground.

"Spirit of the Lightning Department."

All the saints in the presence of you all changed their faces.

"What about the Holy Spirit, the Holy Photo cannot be killed."

The bald-headed blood saint's hands were held up, and two mighty divine spirits poured out from the palm, and entered into a bell-shaped sacrificial vessel. The bell-shaped sacred artifact became more and more huge, more than a hundred meters in diameter, purple flames spewed out, spun quickly, and suppressed Zhang Ruochen.

The bell-shaped sacred artifact is a powerful Qianwen sacred artifact, called Tun Yunzhong. It ranks high in the "Sacred Thousand-Sacred Script", and the destructive power released is extremely terrible, making the faces of the two saints More pale.

The other party has mastered the top thousand sacred artifacts such as the swallowing bell. Even if the two of them explode the holy source, I am afraid they cannot share them with them.

The bald-headed Xuesheng showed a sharp mouthful of teeth and laughed wildly: "Isn't I sorry now, but unfortunately, everything is too late!"

"Tun Yun Zhong is a good Thousand-Striped Sacred Artifact, but unfortunately it is in your hands, and it cannot exert its true power at all."

Zhang Ruochen shook his head gently, as if staring at a bald blood saint like an idiot, saying lightly: "Qing Mo, cut him off."

Wu Qingmo's hands spread out, and then a cyan, infinite flame appeared between her pair of white jade hands. The infinite flame is like the magic lamp of World War I, reflecting this heaven and earth into blue.

The immeasurable holy flame condensed into a bell shape, flew out, and collided with Tun Yun Bell.

"Wow."

The flames passed through the bell swallowing the cloud and fell on the bald blood saint, and then the skin and flesh of the bald blood saint burned, emitting black smoke.

"Ah ... the infinite flame ... is the infinite flame ..."

The bald-headed blood saint was terrified, screaming in pain, and quickly operated the holy air, exhibited a method of divine power, sacrificed the gods with his own blood, stimulated the potential of the body, and wanted to suppress the infinite flame.

I have to say that the bald blood saint is indeed a battle-hardened man who knows how to save his life.

What a pity, Zhang Ruochen did not give him a chance to survive, and once again a thunderbolt stabbed in his hands, punched out, penetrated the bald Blood Saint's chest, leaving a black hole full of cracks.

"嘭."

After all, the bald-headed blood saint died, and the corpse fell straight to the ground.

Zhang Ruochen said to Qing Mo: "If you kill someone, you should be decisive. Do n’t give him a chance to fight back. Just as in the case, if the blood saint shows his magical powers and sacrifices with his own blood, he can get multiple times , Even ten times the fighting power. In case he succeeds, it will be a lot of trouble for us. "

Wu Qingmo vomited his tongue, although he acted rather disapprovingly, but he still listened to Zhang Ruochen's words and shot again, attacking the other three blood saints.

In a moment, two blood saints died tragically, and the remaining three blood saints knew that Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo were fierce characters. Where did they dare to stay here and immediately exhibit their fastest stature and smash into the clouds and mist? go with.

Zhang Ruochen fired an electric knife and cut in one direction.

Immediately, a muffled sound came from the clouds.

Qing Mo chased in. After a while, he returned to Zhang Ruochen, shook his head gently, and said, "All of them fled. One of them should have been seriously injured by you, leaving a lot of blood on the ground. . "

Zhang Ruochen was a little disappointed and said, "Taking your cultivation as my supplement, I should have left them all. Unfortunately, only two were cut and one was injured."

Wu Qingmo pouted her mouth, and was a little dissatisfied ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ said: "I'm just a girl who cooks, but I'm not a professional killer. You are asking too much of me!"

Zhang Ruochen smiled dumbly and said, "Forget it, everyone is good at different things, and I don't force you."

Zhang Ruochen used the means of taking things out of the air to close up the two holy sources and Tun Yunzhong, and then left with Qing Mo.

"Son please stay."

Liu Li Nu Sheng suppressed the injury on her body, she supported Yuan Zhen Nu Sheng, limped and chased up, clenched her fists with both hands, and said, "We are Liu Li He among the 12 Saints of the White Feathers under the Canglan Wu Sheng seat Yuan Zhen, just now, thank you for your help. "

Zhang Ruochen glanced at them, and nodded, but just hummed, and then proceeded on.

Liu Li's maiden's eyes showed an eager look, and she quickly said: "We were besieged by a large number of undead kins, divided into six groups, and the other sisters were all unknown. The Lord Wu Sheng also used his own strength to fight alone The four heavenly blood saints are probably too fierce. My son, please help us. "

"Sorry, I have serious injuries and can't help you." Zhang Ruochen said.

Uh ...

(The update will resume tomorrow. This time, I'm going to retreat seriously. Although the slogan has been called several times, this time, it is the most serious.)

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