Si Han roared angrily, twenty-two holy veins all over his body opened, and the nine-level sea of ​​Qi stretched open a field, as brilliant as a galaxy, the holy energy surging, and the whole person seemed to be reborn, with blazing flames lingering, his arms naturally stretched, wrapped in the power of thunder, stepped on the void, and endured huge pressure step by step towards the sixth level.

For a moment, everyone on the Holy Son's platform was almost numb.

The ex-Hairy Saint Son forced himself to break into the sixth floor of the Holy Son Platform. Who would have thought that such a thing would happen today? Si Han was hailed as the number one genius in the Blood Sect for too long, so he was unwilling to accept that someone would surpass him. Moreover, he was already one hundred masters in the top 100 semi-saint list, and Huangfu Tai was nothing, so he naturally couldn't swallow this breath.

"Puff~~~~"

The skin cracked in two consecutive places, and blood was pouring like a spring. On the Holy Son Platform, the pressure on one layer of rules was stronger than the other. The pressure on the sixth level had almost made me feel very uncomfortable. I could only use the true dragon technique to resist, let alone Si Han, but he was unwilling to accept it and still walked step by step. When he stepped on the sixth level, he almost turned into a bloody man, standing there shakingly. If it weren't for the sword energy protection, he would have fallen down.

"Han'er!"

The voice of the sect leader Si Lingkong came from the air, low and cold: "No need to force everything. The fifth floor of the Holy Son Platform is already your limit. Don't compete with your junior brother Huangfu Platform."

"Father!"

Si Han looked at Si Lingkong with bloody eyes and said, "Does... do you want me to watch Huangfutai take away the position of the Blood Demon Son?"

"shut up!"

Si Lingkong's voice became a little stern and said, "The position of the Blood Evil Saint Son, those who can do it are. In this battle of the Holy Son, it is obvious that Huangfutai's strength is above you. Needless to say more, go down immediately!"

"No!"

Si Han looked at me with resentment and said, "I and him are both standing on the sixth floor of the Holy Son Platform. No one lost to anyone. Why should we, Si Han, give up on our defeat?"

Jian Feng pointed straight, and Si Han said, "Huangfutai, take action!"

I frowned and said, "Senior Brother, I won't attack you, give up!"

As he said that, he turned around and squeezed out a lot of suppression, step by step towards the seventh floor, and suddenly the magnificent pressure came to his face, as if his body hit the thick ancient mountains. His muscles began to hurt severely. I had to activate the Immortal Bird Seal and the True Dragon Technique in my body to resist the oppression of external rules. At the same time, the sword aura protected the body and burst out a series of transcendent sword intent and rose into the sky, and then walked step by step to the seventh floor.

Turning around and looking at Si Han, I said calmly: "Senior Brother, do you still have to continue fighting?"

Si Han was almost vomiting blood because of anger, and his body trembled. In terms of physical background, he was far from comparable to me. Even if he was the top 100 in the semi-saint list, he would still be defeated. He trembled all over, his face was extremely pale, and suddenly he was furious and a blood arrow flew out, and he fell directly onto the sixth floor.

"Han'er!"

Si Lingkong fell directly onto the Holy Son Platform, wrapped Si Han's body like a dragon, and then took him away from the Holy Son Platform. If he stayed for a while, Si Han's body would probably be crushed by the terrifying rule pressure.

In the air, the great elder Hu Feng looked at me with a cold look and said, "Huangfutai, you are already sure to win, but... I really want to ask you, what secret method have you learned to actually walk to the seventh floor of the Holy Son Platform and drag down Si Han?"

I said respectfully: "Great Elder, I don't know very well. Maybe it's because the rules of the holy path in the ancient Seven Evil Realm have reshaped my body, but the seventh floor is already my limit. If there are more layers, the body will die in pieces."

"Hmph, just be fine if you know."

...

Looking down, Ling Yun, Tang Yiting, Sang Wenxue was still above the third floor, working hard to move forward step by step, while Si Fang was already on the fourth floor, his face was covered with fine sweat, but his eyes were determined, and he walked towards me step by step. He knew that if Si Han was defeated, he was the only person who could challenge me on the Holy Son Platform.

"Senior Sister Ling Yun, you have been the Blood Evil Saint for several years, so you should give up the wise."

Tang Yiting's beautiful eyes showed a bit of cruelty. Suddenly, the sword light blew towards Ling Yun like rain. Ling Yun's strength was originally slightly stronger than Tang Yiting, and he fought back, but at the same time she was hitting a sudden palm behind her. It was a palm from Sang Wenxue, which immediately slapped Ling Yun horizontally. Tang Yiting's sword light lit up and a blood flower bloomed on Ling Yun's shoulder.

"Peng~~~"

He stumbled on the stone wall of the Holy Son Platform in a mess. Ling Yun's mouth was bleeding and he sneered: "Tang Yiting, Sang Wenxue, are you joining forces to deal with me?"

"That's right, who doesn't want to be the Blood Evil Saint?" Tang Yiting smiled faintly.

Sang Wenxue's palm reverberated in her bloody aura, her eyes were cold, but she was murderous.

"Si Fang!"

Ling Yun asked for help from the fourth floor, and shouted loudly: "Are you blind? Why don't you come back immediately to help me knock these two little bitches away?"

Si Fang looked back at her and said, "Senior Sister Ling Yun, please beg for your own blessings. I don't care about you anymore."

Ling Yun gritted his teeth: "Do you really don't want to get me?"

"I think, but the position of the Son is much more important to me!"

Si Fang growled, burst out the power of Lingxu, and opened a larger field around him, and walked towards the fifth level step by step.

Sang Wenxue took action directly, and soon Ling Yun was hit by two more swords, with one palm, his hair was scattered, and he looked very embarrassed. He no longer had the dignity and majesty of the Blood Evil Saint before. Even his eyes became a little indifferent. He looked at me from afar and shouted: "Huangfutai, you are above you, are you satisfied now?"

"What does it have to do with me?" I said lightly.

Ling Yun's eyes were vicious and said, "You must be blaming me for saying what I said in the sea of ​​fog, right? Let me tell you, I have a clear conscience in these words. In the Blood Sect, I always rely on strength to speak, and talking about cooperation also depends on strength. I misread you at the beginning. Now we can cooperate again to help me get the position of Blood Evil Saint, and I can promise you anything!"

I squinted my eyes: "Reply to you with your words, what qualifications and strength do you have to talk to me about cooperation now?"

Tang Yiting laughed: "Senior sister, have you seen it? Senior Brother Huangfu doesn't take you, the blood-demon saint, seriously at all. If he can climb to the seventh-level saint platform, he will definitely be famous all over the world. Will such a peerless genius fall in love with your mere beauty list and be above 100? Forget it, you can't catch his eyes."

Sang Wenxue's palms turned thunder, and her snow legs moved gracefully. She walked over, but the corners of her mouth were full of ferociousness, and said, "Sister Ling Yun, do you remember that you once threatened me to make my face? Now I finally found a chance to make your face. You can't blame me."

The mouth of the green bamboo snake and the needle of the wasp tail are not poisonous, and the heart is the most poisonous.

The ancients did not deceive, but once a woman became vicious, it was outrageous.

"laugh!"

Tang Yiting suddenly took action, and the thin sword pierced Ling Yun's shoulders, and nailed him directly to the stone wall on the third floor of the Holy Son Platform. He couldn't move and said with a smile: "Junior Sister Sang, you can do it!"

Sang Wenxue smiled at the corner of her mouth, and suddenly a thin dagger appeared in her hand, with traces of venom quenching on the dagger.

"Sang Wenxue, you..."

Ling Yun gritted his silver teeth: "Do you dare to deal with me with a poisonous dagger in front of your master?"

"Why don't you dare?"

Sang Wenxue smiled grimly and said, "In the Holy Son Battle three years ago, my senior sister trampled one of my legs in front of her master. Why, now she is afraid of the poisonous dagger?"

"you!"

Ling Yun was about to say something, but Sang Wenxue suddenly punched her in the abdomen. She immediately curled up, her mouth was bleeding, and she was no longer able to resist anything.

The smile on Sang Wenxue's face became more and more distorted, and she said, "You are so proud of your beauty that you dare to be in the demonic spirits in the sect. You look down on the other female disciples in the sect. Today I will teach you a lesson!"

Tang Yiting sneered: "Do it right away, what are you rubbing against?"

"Why, Junior Sister Tang is worried that I will take your position as the saint?" Sang Wenxue's poisonous dagger suddenly turned sharply and stabbed Tang Yiting's neck straight.

So cruel!

After destroying Ling Yun, the remaining two blood evil saints women actually started fighting directly, especially Sang Wenxue, who is considered a real poisonous woman.

The devilish women do everything they can do, and even their bodies and souls can betrayed easily. At this moment, I felt deeply disgusted. Compared to them, senior sister Lin Muzhao and his wife Li Qingyin are simply like immortals.

Without hesitation, he took action, and on the seventh floor, he suddenly opened his finger and activated the sword technique.

"Shit~~"

Two sword intents broke through the suppression of the rules and shot straight towards the third floor, directly piercing through Sang Wenxue and Tang Yiting's shoulders. Suddenly, two buns of blood flew up. The two of them flew off the Holy Son Platform, turned to look at me, looking angry.

"Huangfutai!" Sang Wenxue's face looked resentful: "It's this time, you are still helping a bitch like Ling Yun? Do you think you are her only man? You are wrong, she didn't put all her hope on you."

Tang Yiting frowned: "Senior Brother Huangfu, why did you attack us? Do you really want to help Ling Yun?"

I shook my head: "No one wants to help me, I just can't stand your methods. Because you make me feel uncomfortable, I will beat you away. If you dare to step onto the Holy Son Platform again, I promise to hit your heart with the next sword!"

"you……"

The two of them held the wound and retreated in a panic, fearing that I would really kill them. After all, the challenge rule of the Holy Son War is to kill, and there is no rule at all.

...

"Huangfu..."

Ling Yun stood on the third floor in a mess, with her beautiful eyes: "Thank you, I was not good before."

I looked at her faintly: "Don't get me wrong, I didn't want to help you. Even if you are really fucked by them, you will be the only one who blames you."

"Yes, that's right."
Chapter completed!