Five silver claws, one foot long, exude five sharp fluctuations of power, and to see Zhang Ruochen's body tearing into pieces.

"Beep".

Zhang Ruochen still sat in place, Feng Feng flew out, even the five silver claws were broken, and his palms were bloody.

I do not know when, in front of Zhang Ruochen, a burly man appeared, wearing a black armor, standing arrogantly on the ground, emitting a strong murderous body.

It was his shot that interrupted Feng Han's five claws and flew Feng Han out.

Feng Han flew up to a few dozen feet, a little blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and glanced at the man standing in front of Zhang Ruochen, his face became a little pale, "Master ..."

The heroic man in black armor was the great disciple of Xuan Yuan Sword Master, Saint Qing Xiao.

Huang Yanchen told the truth to the Qingxiao Saint, and the Qingxiao Saint chased up quickly according to the trace left by Zhang Ruochen. Fortunately, I arrived in time, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

The eyes of the Qingxiao Saint were like two lightnings, staring at the four-winged silver wings on Feng Han's back, and immediately gave birth to a raging emotion, saying: "The sister of the Seven Masters told me that the death of the Master has a great deal with you I was unwilling to believe in the relationship. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, how would I know that you are an undead blood race. What a mess, Master's body? "

Feng Han kept stepping back and laughed, "If you want to know where Master's body is, you can ask Sixth Brother, he should know."

There was a look of doubt in the eyes of Saint Qingxiao, and the rest of his eyes glanced at Zhang Ruochen not far away.

That's it.

Feng Han seized the opportunity, unfolded the four-wing silver wings on his back, turned into a silver light shuttle, and flew towards the sky.

"I want to escape."

The Qingxiao Saint didn't take any action either, just a thought. Suddenly, the aura with a radius of five hundred miles was evacuated by him and gathered together. Above the sky, a large handprint of more than one hundred meters condensed.

"Oh!"

The big handprint slammed down, hit Feng Han's body, and dropped Feng from the air directly into the ground.

Feng Han hit the ground, all his skin burst, and a low scream came from his mouth.

The Qingxiao Saint rushed over, lifted Feng Han from the ground, and slammed a slap on his face, cracking his left cheekbone, and angrily said, "You are Who? Did you kill Master? "

Feng Han held his hands on the ground, his mouth continued to bleed, and his cape laughed loudly: "So angry what to do? People are about to die, it's just the difference between early death and late death."

"The reason why you haven't died is because I still remember the feelings of my old masters and brothers, and I have a illusion about you. If the second child is here, I am afraid that you have already torn you apart." Saint Qingxiao said .

Feng Han seemed very calm, with a smirk, and said, "Yes, Xuan Yuan Sword Master was indeed killed by me. Haha, in my realm, I can kill a Sword Master. Such a great achievement, even if I die today Here, too, the heroes of the undead blood ... Heh ... "

The Qingxiao Saint slaps out again with more strength, and directly blows Feng Han out, like a dead dog, and falls to a distance of dozens of feet.

Feng Han's face had become blurred, and his neck was extremely twisted, almost turning behind him.

Zhang Ruochen's injury was half recovered, slowly stood up, released his mental power, and quickly found the place where the monstrous sword was left.

With his palm stretched out, a huge sword surged from his fingertips.

"Wow!"

Led by Jian Yi, the monstrous sword pulled out a white sword light, flew from the night, and fell into Zhang Ruochen's hands.

Zhang Ruochen, holding the towering sword, went to the Qingxiao Saint and stared at Feng Han lying on the ground, saying: "This man is the six princes of the undead blood race. Beside. Master drank the blood poison of Hades before sending him to the decisive battle with Jiuyou Swordmaster, so he died under the sword of Jiuyou Swordmaster. "

"This deceiver slayed the traitor."

In Qingxiao Saint's heart, the last illusion of Feng Han was also disillusioned, his hands trembling constantly, and walked towards Feng Han? Ready to clear the portal.

Suddenly, a huge blood burst out from the ground.

On the ground, scarlet blood lines appeared, like blood veins growing out of the earth, surging wildly, completely enclosing Feng Han's body.

The blood-stained lines completely cover the earth of hundreds of miles, and even a trembling sound from the ground can be heard, as if the heart has grown out of the ground and is beating.

"Is it the sage of the undead tribe?" Zhang Ruochen had an ominous premonition.

The Qingxiao Saint's eyes sank slightly, but he also stopped, without rushing to kill Feng Han. Therefore, he clearly felt that a saint of undead blood was hiding in the ground.

"Boom."

Thousands of blood veins piled up on the ground, condensing a huge fist print, and bombarded the Qingxiao Saint.

The arms of Saint Qingxiao slap forward, and the blood-red fist prints are instantly shattered, turned into pieces of rubble, and fall to the ground.

"Who?" The Qingxiao Saint sang coldly.

"Undead blood race, earth blood saint."

Deep in the ground, a hoarse laughter sounded.

The sound seemed extremely weird, giving a sense of insidiousness, like a magic sound from Hell.

The Qingxiao Saint's eyes were cold, and a sacred air was cast, first Zhang Ruochen was rolled into the air. Later, he also took off, mobilized the holy spirit in his body, gathered to the soles of his feet, and stepped on suddenly.

"Boom!"

Centered on the feet of Saint Qingxiao, a powerful force spread out in all directions.

The blood-stained lines, an inch of breakage, burst open, and turned into blood, turning the soil of a hundred miles into **** soil.

Deep down there was a dull sound.

The next moment, the Earth Blood Saint embraced the cold, rushed up from the ground, and stopped in the midair above the ground. On the back of the Earth Blood Saint, there are a pair of huge blood wings, like two clouds of blood, hanging in the air and gently fanning.

With every fan, there was a strong smell of wind blowing out.

On the ground, because of the foot of the Qingxiao Saint, there are no hundreds of inches of grass, and the jungle, hills and rivers on the ground are all fragmented, which is particularly shocking.

Only the Holy One can have such a mighty power. With one foot, he can break the mountains and rivers.

"It is worthy of being able to contend with the five people in Heroes' Heroes. The strength of the Qingxiao Saint is somewhat unexpected."

The sound of the Earth Blood Saint is very hoarse, but it also contains a strong Holy Power. Every word is spit out, the heaven and earth aura will shake violently.

The Qingxiao Saints have fought in the battlefield all year round. Naturally, they have cultivated a strong murderous spirit, saying, "Are you saving people, or are you trying to die?"

"Just tonight, the entire Eastern Territory will fall. Even if you are strong in Qingxiao Saint, your cultivation will not be strong."

Saint Qingxiao said: "I don't understand, what are you talking about?"

"Haha! Soon, you will understand."

Di Xuesheng was wearing a black robe, standing in the middle of the sky, and stepping on a blood-red cloud of gas under his feet, the strong blood, reflected most of the sky into red.

The picture in front of us is extremely weird. It is like going back to the era of gods and demons in ancient times. The God of War and the demon are confronting each other, and the battle to destroy the world will erupt at any time.

Zhang Ruochen noticed, raised his head, and looked towards the higher sky, only to see the moon hanging in the sky turned into a scarlet color.

In the center of the moon, there is a figure standing with wings.

However, the man was flying too high and too far away from the ground, so when looking up from Zhang Ruochen's position, he could only see a small black dot the size of a sesame seed.

The Qingxiao Saint apparently noticed the figure in the moon, glanced up, and snorted coldly: "How many strong people are there in the undead blood tribe? . "

"Undead Blood Race, Heavenly Blood Saint."

A gurgling voice came from the moon.

Zhang Ruochen looked again in the direction of the moon, but found that the figure in the moon had disappeared.

The next moment, the Heavenly Blood Saint had appeared above the head of the Qingxiao Saint. After a pair of blood wings were unfolded, it was more than a hundred meters long and covered with palm-sized scales.

"Thunder clock."

A thick piece of blood appeared in the hands of Tianxue Sheng. In the blood, a three-inch purple bell was suspended. With a pattern of electric lines, shuttle around the small purple clock.

"The Leiyin Tianzhong is the treasure of Leiyinzong's town. How can it fall into your hands under the control of the Holy Lord of Leiyin?" The Qingxiao Saint said in a deep voice.

Tianxue Sheng laughed a long time: "Lei Yinzong has been annihilated by the Holy Saint, and the Holy Blood of the Holy Lord of Lei Yin has been drained by the Holy Saint. In the hands of this saint. "

Tian Xue Sheng no longer talked, and began to urge Lei Yin Tian Zhong with all his strength.

The small purple clock spun up quickly and became bigger and bigger, one foot tall, ten feet tall ... Finally, it turned out to be seventy two feet tall, and the huge bell body blocked half of the sky. The scent emanating from the bell body makes people feel suffocated.

As long as the Leiyin Sky Clock rotates a circle ~ lightnovelpub.net ~, a deafening thunder sounds, making the whole world tremble. The powerful sound waves condensed into the form of fist marks and attacked the Qingxiao Saint below.

At the same time, there was a dense array of lightning, gathered together like a waterfall, pouring down, and fell above Qingxiao Bansheng's head.

The Qingxiao Saint is calm and arrogant, as if a **** of war, standing on the palms of his hands, and yelling, "Pankongin."

With both palms, hit the sky, and suddenly a circle of cyan energy ripples rushed out quickly.

At the center of the ripples of energy, two huge palms appeared, shaking the Lei Yin Tianzhong and Tian Xue Sheng at the same time. Tian Xue Sheng suffered a certain degree of trauma, and a mouthful of blood was spit out.

"Although the power of Leiyin Tianzhong is powerful, your strength is too weak to survive."

The long hair on the head of the Qingxiao Saint completely stood upside down, and the war-fighting thoughts on his body condensed into a black cloud of war. He attacked the Heavenly Blood Saint again, and made a mark of holy art level. Enable new URL