After seeing the blood-robed man killing several Taoist people, his eyes looked in his direction. Among them, a young man from Qinyang Taoist Palace looked eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a yellow Taoist robe and a white and beardless face seemed to be unable to bear this invisible pressure anymore. He roared with a crazy look, took out a handful of spiritual talismans, sprinkled it out in the direction of the blood-robed man, and did not look at it. He covered his head and quickly fled behind him.

"Bang!"

This time, the man in the blood robe did not use his martial arts, and his whole person turned into a blood light. He almost caught up with the young man in the blink of an eye. He gently palmed down to the other person's heart. The young man did not resist at all. He was shocked, and his seven orifices were bleeding. He seemed to be boneless and fell to the ground.

This scene stimulated the nerves of everyone present. The remaining Qin Yang Dao Palace disciple who looked delicately also began to collapse. He screamed and begged for mercy and resounded around. He sat on the ground and kept moving backwards, with a very terrified expression on his face. This performance was even worse than that of ordinary mortals. Kong Lao San frowned.

"Run"

"Fight with him, let's go together"

"Take action"

Perhaps it was the woman's performance that completely crushed the rest of the people's tight nerves. Not far away from Kong Laosan, three disciples of the Liuhe Sect at the sixth level of Qi Refining also began to struggle. Some escaped and some took action. Everyone's faces showed a look of horror and despair, and the scene became chaotic for a moment.

Seeing this, Kong Laosan leaned towards the ugly man with a scar on his face without any trace. At the same time, the wind escape talisman was hidden in his hand, and the crocodile sword and tungsten steel bracelet was activated at the same time, surrounding him, and his mind became tense.

Whether it was the ugly man, Mashan middle-aged man, or Kong Laosan, they were all on guard and had no intention of taking action. The scene in front of them was not beyond the expectations of the three of them. In less than a cup of tea, the three female disciples of the Qinyang Dao Palace, the disciples of the Liuhe Sect, were all killed by the blood-robed man.

However, just as the blood-robed man's palm fell on the head of the last female disciple, Kong Laosan's heart moved, and the crocodile sword that was sacrificed in front of him suddenly buzzed. As the spiritual power surged, the bone white sword shadow turned into a flowing light and stabbed hard at the back of the blood-robed man's heart.

Just as Kong Laosan seized the opportunity to take action, a blood-colored blade shot out from the direction of the middle-aged man in the shirt, and then arrived first. In the blink of an eye, he came to the neck of the man in the blood robe and slashed down without hesitation.

The blood-colored blade was forged by some material. It was not only extremely fast, but also a trace of blood light was emitted from the blade, which looked extremely sharp. Perhaps because the attack was too sudden, the blood-robed blade had already arrived before the blood-robed man had already reacted.

"roar!"

An extremely angry roar came from the latter's mouth. The blood and energy that were originally attached to the palm seemed to have come alive at this moment, turning into a layer of blood and energy armor, attached to the neck of the blood-robed man.

When the sharp blade was cut down, a sharp explosion was made between the two. With the sharp blade's edge, it could only cut the blood Qilin armor about half an inch, and it would not be possible to make an inch of progress.

The crocodile sword sacrificed by Kong Laosan was also blocked by a layer of condensed blood and energy, and the inch of his strength was not achieved.

Seeing this scene, Kong Laosan frowned slightly, and was about to call back the crocodile sword, an extremely angry burst suddenly came from beside him. The ugly man with a scar on his face seemed like a madman, sacred a green bamboo piece to protect his body, pinched out different seals with his hands, and the wind blade and thunder explosion condensed at the same time, and he directly bullied himself, attacking and killing in the direction of the blood-robed man with no life.

"roar!"

The man in the blood robe seemed to be angry by the other party's actions. He roared, and his blood gathered. The fist containing the terrifying force hit the ugly man head-on in an extremely powerful posture.

The three people present knew how terrifying the blood-robed man was in a violent state. It was clear that the fire spirit formation collapsed under one punch, and it was a trace of divine power that could break through all kinds of magic. Now the same punch was coming towards the ugly man. Kong Laosan couldn't think of what to do to resist it.

However, the next scene completely broke Kong Laosan's perception. When the blood fist came, the ugly man's side, the emerald green bamboo slices as big as a baby's palm suddenly appeared with faint green ripples, like water waves, and just rippled at the point of the fist. The moment the two came into contact, the originally terrifying fist force seemed to fall into cotton. However, after two breaths, the blood and energy melted, and the energy returned to nothing. Everything just seemed like an illusion.

"Magic weapon fragment?!"

Just when Kong Laosan was puzzled, the middle-aged man in Mashishi looked at the scene in front of him with shock, and shouted in consciously, with a hint of disbelief in his tone. Then, an extreme greed flashed in his eyes.

Magic weapons require a large amount of spiritual power from heaven and earth or the powerful bloodline of gods and demons to drive them. They can be said to be exclusive to the old monster of the Nascent Soul. Each magic weapon is branded with the soul and bloodline of the body. By chance, it can generate spiritual wisdom and become a unique existence. Even a small piece of fragments also has the power of magic weapons.

The seemingly inconspicuous green fragment in front of me, driven by the eighth level of Qi Refining cultivator, was able to withstand a blow equivalent to a powerful person in the late stage of foundation building. It can be seen how terrifying the power of the magic weapon is.

Just as the force of the fist disappeared, the ugly man quickly pinched different magic tricks with his hands. The sound of wind and thunder rose, stirring up the wind and thunder, condensed into a thunderous wind blade, and slapped hard on the chest of the man with blood robe.

At such a close distance, there was no way to hide. The man in the blood robe was hit hard, the blood swelled, the flesh and flesh torn, and the bones were visible. The blood swelling on his chest quickly churned.

The ugly man was bleeding from his seven orifices, and his spiritual power was almost instantly taken away, but he ignored it. His eyes were staring at the man in the blood robe, as if he had a deep hatred.

"Ahem"

With one blow, all the blood and energy in the blood robe gathered onto the chest. The wound that was originally bleeding was covered with a layer of blood film, and the majestic blood and energy pressed down the deadly wound.

Seeing this scene, Kong Lao San felt very difficult. The ugly man fought for his life, but failed to force the man in blood to a desperate situation. Now that he imagined such an unexpected blow just now, he probably wouldn't have a chance.

In the distance, the ugly man sat cross-legged on the ground, and five or six bottles were thrown aside at random. The powerful medicinal power poured into his body and was trying hard to refine it.

Seeing this, Kong Laosan's eyes flashed. Just as he was about to speak, the middle-aged man in the serry shirt beside him said first, "Help me protect the Dharma and fight for half a cup of tea!"

As the man in the blood robe looked at Kong Laosan and the others in a crazy and bloodthirsty look, the middle-aged man in the mashuang seemed to notice something was wrong, and he spoke in a cold tone. After saying this, before Kong Laosan could respond, he was already sitting cross-legged. At the same time, he slapped his waist and suddenly a white jade box the size of a palm appeared in his hand, and a light yellow talisman that looked ordinary was lying in it.

"Fun Bing?!"

Kong Laosan looked at the middle-aged man in Mashang deeply, took out all the remaining talisman papers on his body, rolled up his spiritual power, and threw them out directly. At the same time, he used his light body technique to the extreme, preparing to use his body technique to drag the other party to hold him back. After seeing the horror of the other party's body, Kong Laosan did not dare to confront the other party head-on.

But the next moment, Kong Laosan found that he had miscalculated. As soon as he set off, the latter turned into a blood shadow like a cannonball. Within a breath, he had already arrived near him. The fist as big as a bowl was smashed at him without hesitation. If the power of divine thoughts was not spread all over his body, he might not have noticed it until the other party came.

With a punch, Kong Laosan raised his twelve-pointed vigilance and almost avoided his body. At the same time, he drove the crocodile sword in front of him and slashed towards the opponent's flesh fist.

"Clam!"

The moment the two came into contact, blood qi surged on the flesh fist, like a blood-colored millstone, and it blasted down heavily. In an instant, Kong Laosan felt his head confused and a stinging pain in the purple mansion.

"roar!"

After one blow, the man in the blood robe seemed to lose his patience. He roared and rushed directly towards Kong Laosan. Seeing this, Kong Laosan felt cold and barely suppressed the dizziness in his head. His wrist shook, and the black light on the steel bracelet was released. The phantom of the lid of the pot condensed in front of him and resisted the attack.

"Crack"

His body was like a sack and was thrown away directly. At the same time, the sound of bone cracking was extremely clear and it was heard. Beside him, the steel bracelet trembled and lost Kong Laosan's control. It fell to the ground with a "bang". On it, a faint crack appeared faintly.

"puff"

After barely supporting himself, Kong Laosan looked pale. When he opened his mouth, a handful of blood spurted out. His eyes were staring at the blood-robed man not far away, as if he wanted to deeply engrave the other person in his heart. The wind escape talisman that had been prepared had been slid from his cuff to his palm. As long as the spiritual power in his body was spitting out, the whole person could leave here. Although there was a certain risk of escaping with the wind escape talisman, it was better than being smashed into his head by the other person with a punch.

Just as the other party approached, his fist was about to fall, and when the wind escape talisman in Kong Lao San's hand was about to be sacrificed, a slightly cold voice came into everyone's ears clearly.

"Sacrifice!"

The sound fell, and in front of the middle-aged man in Mashan, a light yellow talisman paper hanging in the void suddenly appeared with a violent soul wave. A lion beast with wings on it seemed to have come alive, with a bright gray light. In a vague roar that only the soul could hear came out of it. The lion beast with wings broke free from the talisman paper and flew into the void. At the same time, its whole body was like an inflatable balloon, and in a blink of an eye, it soared to six feet in size.
Chapter completed!