Kazan of Soul of the Blade!

The red ghost array spread, covering the entire hall. In the center, Kazan's majestic figure stood. A flame-like fighting spirit swept over him. Zheng Yan felt his blood boiling. His ghost hand and his normal right hand grasped

Skywalker's sword hilt is in a posture, and the laser on the sword hilt is shaking, a swordsman who is ready for any battle!

"Huh! Pretend to be a ghost!"

Realizing that there was nothing wrong with this red formation, Hua Mi sneered, and he raised the long sword. Blood butterflies fell like rain on the red long sword. When it fell on the floor, it formed lines and spread out. All the lines were directed towards

Zheng Yan left.

"Really?" Zheng Yan stared at Hua Nectar, his eyes narrowed under his forehead protector, and he stepped out with one foot. The floor shattered inch by inch, and the lightsaber slammed down towards Hua Nectar with great momentum.

Nectar didn't dodge, and slashed towards Zheng Yan's body with a sword. Countless blood butterflies flew around, as if to disturb the enemy's sight.

Ghost Slayer!

The ghostly aura was strong, and Zheng Yan's eyes were burning with fighting spirit. The bonus of the red formation increased his strength. This attack of Ghost Slash distorted the air. The purple ghostly aura swept in from all directions like lightning, and struck Hua Nectar on the shoulder with one knife.

On the body, it penetrated deeply into the flesh, chopped off the bones, and cut open the internal organs. The light blade made a squeaking sound, and the white smoke of the barbecue floated out.

The next moment, Zheng Yan kicked the ground violently, and his body rose into the air, avoiding Nectar's thought of exchanging injuries for injuries.

The long sword exuding blood butterflies slashed under him, and the dense blood butterflies spread, and the entire hall was filled with layers of blood mist.

Zheng Yan's eyelids twitched, and the "Ghost Swordsman's Forehead Protector" on his forehead tightened. His spirit was lifted, and he woke up. His body shrank in the air, and Zheng Yan pressed the Skywalker button.

The light blade disappeared suddenly and suddenly appeared again. Zheng Yan waved the light sword in his hand in the air.

Continuous slashes in the air!

Zheng Yan's falling figure actually slowed down. He waved the lightsaber in his hand crazily in the air, while Huamin, not to be outdone, attacked Zheng Yan in mid-air.

In his opinion, Zheng Yan, who was in the air, had nowhere to rely on, and sooner or later a flaw would be exposed. When the time comes, a sword would hit a vital point, hanging on his life, and then take him back to his master for punishment.

However, contrary to expectations, Zheng Yan waved the strange light energy weapon in the air at least five times, but it hadn't even landed yet and was still fighting him in mid-air.

"How is that possible?" Hua Mi's pupils widened, she gritted her teeth, grabbed the sword with both hands and swung it upward, angrily ignoring Zheng Yan and slashed him in the face with the sword.

Falling silver blade!

The sword came with a large blood butterfly wrapped around it. Zheng Yanhu's pupils under his forehead flashed scarlet, and with his own weight, the lightsaber pierced downward.

Boom!

A bunch of blood butterflies spread out, and Skywalker's light blade and blood-colored sword collided together, and the two intertwined the energy confrontation of blood and light.

In the hall, light energy and blood mist boiled. As the two confronted each other, at a certain moment, it exploded. With a loud bang, the hall that had just been cleaned was burned to the ground, and the two figures flew out.

Bang!

Zheng Yan hit the stairs going up to the second floor, shattering the dilapidated stairs, and the nectar hit the door. The door was sealed by him, causing him to hit it firmly, and his whole body

All meat and vegetables.

A bleeding palm stretched out from the sawdust on the stairs. The back of the hand and the skin of the arm were scratched, and there were sawdust on the wounds. Blood dripped out drop by drop. Zheng Yan got out, looking quite calm.

The light blade was gone. Zheng Yan hung the black sword hilt on his waist and took off the Akiba sword from his waist.

Countless blood butterflies flew over. Zheng Yan pursed his lips, squirmed his cheeks, and gently waved his Mid-Autumn Leaf Knife.

Earth-shattering Wave Sword!

The golden wave power swept out in a fan shape, and the magic power instantly cleared away the flying blood butterflies, and a figure instantly appeared.

The blood-colored long sword chopped open the blood butterflies one after another, and it was taken from Zheng Yan's neck. There was already an impatient look on his neutral face.

Zheng Yan leaned back and narrowly avoided the blow. After returning to his straight body, he immediately slashed out the Akiba sword.

Moonlight Slash!

The pure white crescent moon appeared and cut into Hua Nectar's body, from the shoulders to the belly. He stopped the tendency of the autumn leaf knife in his hand to cut downwards. Zheng Yan changed the direction again and immediately raised the pure white sword.

A half-moon is formed, entering from the waist and spreading to the abdomen.

Ah!

Huamin's eyes widened and his pupils shrank. His body was being attacked, but he could still swing the bloody sword in his hand and hit Zheng Yan's neck.

Block!

With a bang, Zheng Yan stepped back, removed the strength from the autumn leaf knife, and stared at the nectar surrounded by blood butterflies.

The blood butterflies scattered, Hua Nectar's face became impatient, and her eyes became more and more fierce, staring into Zheng Yan's eyes.

This kid, who looked to be only fifteen years old, actually wanted to split him in half just now. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have really fallen.

He only felt cold in his heart. He had never seen such a terrifying child. For a moment, the breath of death emanated from the child and enveloped his whole person.

The blood butterflies flew away, Nectar's top was broken, and her fair and thin upper body was exposed. The wound that almost cut the body in half has not yet completely healed.

"You seem to be in a hurry." Zheng Yan took two steps forward with an autumn leaf knife in his hand and said coldly: "Is it because your healing ability cannot last long, or are you afraid that the nun will come back?"

The corners of Zheng Yan's mouth cracked, and his indifferent smile gradually climbed up. He seemed to be enjoying this moment.

"I admit... I underestimated you." Nectar's neutral face twisted, and he gritted his teeth, "But do you think you can escape the hands of Blood Butterfly this way?"

Zheng Yan snorted coldly, raised the Akiba knife in his hand and pointed it at the opponent, "If you don't give up, your fate will be the same as the butterfly on your chest."

There was an elegant and beautiful blood-colored butterfly tattooed on that fair and thin body. However, Hua Nectar's approach of not caring about injuries caused Zheng Yan to hit his body firmly with several attacks. The injuries on the body can be healed.

Well, the bloody butterfly was already in tatters, as if it had been trampled to pieces.

"I told you about the Blood Butterfly Hand, haven't you noticed yet?"

"?" Zheng Yan only felt a sudden cold light behind him, and the pattern of bloody butterflies on the floor filled the entire hall at some point. They suddenly rose up from the ground and almost grasped Zheng Yan like a big hand.

Three sections of chop!

Three light blows were struck in a row. With each blow, Zheng Yan took three steps forward and passed by the nectar in an instant. Standing behind the nectar, he saw the large hand formed by the gathering of blood butterflies.

Pfft!

Nectar covered his neck, and his wound healed without much blood being sprayed. He turned around and stared at Zheng Yan, speaking coldly.

"You can't run away!"

……
Chapter completed!