Hurry!

She waved her hand suddenly and lifted the blood-colored cloak on her body. The cloak fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound.

It fell to the ground with a bang.

It was a pale face without blood, with eyes as blood-stained as red. The pair of eyebrows were slender and slender, and the tips of the eyebrows were bent upwards, like two horns.

The purple lips look particularly charming.

"Cheng! Ruo! Xue!"

Ling Jianchen paused word by word and called out her name.

In my mind, my past memories can't help but appear.

The former childhood sweetheart chose to betray the people of Lingjiazhuang when "Ling Jianchen" was in trouble, and even put all the people of Lingjiazhuang to death; encouraged Tianlong to help Li Sanshao destroy Lingjiazhuang.

This series...

It was from the hands of the woman in front of her.

She is Cheng Ruoxue!

This vicious woman who should have been buried in Lingjiazhuang was a mysterious powerful man from the Blood God Sect. He used his great magical powers to use taboo techniques to sacrifice and refine her into a holy demon spirit corpse.

He has become one of the saints of the entire Blood God Sect and the highest.

"Hehe, Ling Jianchen, I still remember that day at the branch of the Qingyun Mountains. I told you... The genius event was the day when you died. I thought I would wait until the third round of personal ranking battle to kill you in public, but I never expected you to come to your door by yourself, so I can't blame me!" Cheng Ruoxue smiled sinisterly.

Her current cultivation level has actually broken through to the third level of the Wuzong.

You must know...

When they met in the Qingyun Mountains a few months ago, she was just the peak of the martial spirit. In order to obtain the divine grade Earth Evil Xuan Vein, she sent the Blood Peak to the Earth Evil Xuan Palace.

But now she has been promoted to the third level of Wuzong.

and……

With her third level of Wuzong, she was able to fight with the indigenous leaders of the ninth level of Wuzong before, and this alone is enough to see how terrifying the power of Cheng Ruoxue, who turned into a holy demon corpse, was.

Ling Jianchen looked up and down at Cheng Ruoxue, his thoughts kept moving, and said lightly: "You are so confident that you can kill me? When you were in Lingjiazhuang, you were so confident. As a result, I lived well, but you became like a person or a ghost..."

"Shut up!"

Cheng Ruoxue roared with a ferocious face.

Her breathing became rapid, her face became paler, like a piece of white paper.

A series of green tendons extended from behind her head.

Like a hideous spider web, spreading all over the face.

Cheng Ruoxue gasped heavily and gritted his teeth and said, "The reason why I became like this is all thanks to you. If I go to break off the engagement, you will bear it obediently, how could I want to destroy your entire clan? If I destroy your entire clan and you surrender, how could I harm me as if I am not a human or a ghost? The reason why I became like this is because I was harmed by you..."

Her facial features were completely entangled.

Ferocious, terrifying, vicious.

"But thanks to you, I can become a disciple of my master and a noble saint of the Blood God Sect. Ling Jianchen, I will not kill you today, I will only destroy your cultivation and turn you into a waste again. Then tie you a dog chain and let you lie in front of your tribe like a beast..."

Cheng Ruoxue's entire face was covered with green tendons, and his eyes were filled with blood-like light: "Don't you care about your tribe members? Don't you care about your father very much? Hehe, I will cut off their flesh in front of you. There is a torture called Lingchi in my Blood God Cult. I want to cut ten thousand knives on him. If he can't die, I will let one go. If he dies, I will feed the dog with his body. Tell me, how many tribe members in your Lingjiazhuang can last until the end?"

The hysterical Cheng Ruoxue did not notice it. As she spoke, Ling Jianchen's eyes gradually became cold and filled with a lustful look.

Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi

The sounds of bone staggering are particularly harsh.

Ling Jianchen narrowed his eyes, and the gray-white power of silence moved to the extreme in an instant. His feet stepped on the ground, making a crisp sound of Titicaca, and cracks spread in all directions, turning into a spider web composed of cracks.

Ling Jianchen's cold and cold eyes stared at Cheng Ruoxue: "Cheng Ruoxue, the last thing I can do now is that I did not crush you and put you in ashes, giving you hope of resurrection. However, I will not make the same mistake again, and I will never show mercy this time!"

boom!

The words have not ended.

Ling Jianchen had already taken action, and the Broken Sky Sword slashed out in the air: "Blood Shadow Mad Sword, three styles are integrated into one!"

The gray-white sword light suddenly appeared, and nine sword lights complemented each other and merged and superimposed together. They turned into a hundred-meter-long blade, like a gray-white dragon.

The Emperor's sword intention is attached to the sword dragon at the same time.

The power that this knife faintly carries is enough to make ordinary Wuzong strong men unable to move forward.

Cheng Ruoxue's face changed suddenly and his reaction was very fast.

A short sword appeared at the same time in both hands, and the two short swords crossed each other, forming a cross shape in front of the body.

Down!

The sound of metal and iron intertwining is like a morning bell, deafening.

Blazing sparks burst out.

The two clashed and collided with each other, and it was a stalemate for a while.

"Hahaha, Ling Jianchen, is this what you call power? If you only have this little ability, you will not have any chance today, hahaha..." Cheng Ruoxue looked ferocious and proud.

"Open it for me!"

Ling Jianchen had no expression on his face and shouted coldly.

boom!

The sword light was soaring, turning into a rain of swords.

Boom boom boom boom!

Sudden sword lights fell on the two short swords, and the terrifying power burst out in an instant. Cheng Ruoxue was shocked. A serious look flashed through his bloody eyes: "No wonder he was able to kill the native leader. I didn't expect that he had such powerful strength. It seems that he must use the blood pattern today!"

He bit his tongue hard.

A sweetness surged into the throat and was swallowed by Cheng Ruoxue: "The power of blood patterns is activated!"

Swish swish swish swish!

Blood-colored runes flew out from her body, like countless vivid blood-colored butterflies, flying around her body in circles. As the circles were rotated, the blood-colored light turned into countless runes and attached to the surface of her body.

Between the eyebrows, a blood-colored skeleton magic pattern slowly emerged.

Above ten fingers, nails keep growing.

Each of the nails, half a meter long, is like a sharp sword.

Ten fingers intertwined, nails collided.

There was a clang of harsh roar.
Chapter completed!