All this happened so quickly. In the blink of an eye, the fourth disciple of Damoliu and Luo Qingyu all failed. They vomited blood and were injured...
"Feng Xiaoxun, I think you are impatient to live!" Di Shiyin's voice sounded coldly, and it was so cold that it was so cold!
His robe sleeves were slightly raised, and countless blood beads burst out from his fingers. He turned around in the air and immediately scattered like fireworks.
His palm slightly raised, and the blood beads quickly condensed into a scarlet light curtain, and it was greeted like the lightning!
"Puff!" There was a dull sound, and the overbearing electric light crashed into the blood screen. The sound was like a big hammer hitting the mountain of cotton, unspeakable dullness, no words
It's weird.
The lightning was like a fire hitting a heavy rain, and it was instantly extinguished.
And the scarlet light curtain was covering him!
Feng Xiaoxun was shocked and knew the pros and cons.
He suffered a great loss from this move several years ago, but at this moment he didn't expect that Di Shiyin would not make a move. His move was such a real killer trick!
He didn't even think about it carefully, and he reached out to grab a demon disciple, and he grabbed him and threw him towards the blood curtain!
"Chi!" The ground sounded, and the demon disciple had no time to scream, and his whole body turned into ashes...
Feng Xiaoxun slapped his palms and slapped the demon disciples who were approaching him at the blood curtain to prevent the blood curtain from falling...
The dozen demon soldiers did not become cannon fodder in vain. The blood curtain slowed down a lot and the color became much lighter.
Feng Xiaoxun was delighted. It seemed that this method was good!
He grabbed his hands again, but this time he grabbed a blank.
The demon soldiers who were originally surrounded by him and cheering for him had already fled in all directions and were far away from their boss...
All this happened so quickly that Feng Xiaoxun threw more than a dozen demon disciples in a row, and these demon soldiers reacted.
Any fool would like to be such cannon fodder?
The demon soldiers were in chaos and fled one after another to avoid the capture of their boss—
Feng Xiaoxun grabbed the sky and knew something was wrong. His eyes froze, and he stomped his feet with hatred, and suddenly soared into the sky.
As long as this blood curtain locks the target, it will follow people and rush into the sky.
Unless you run hundreds of miles, you will not be able to escape the tracking of this blood curtain.
Feng Xiaoxun made a fuss, disappeared into the clouds like lightning, fleeing in a panic, and disappeared in an instant.
Since Feng Xiaoxun escaped, the demon soldiers lost their backbone and fled in scattered areas.
The disciples of the Zi Lian Sect took the opportunity to cover up and kill them. Most of the hundreds of demon soldiers lost, and all the rest escaped without a trace...
The situation was unexpectedly reversed by Luo Qingyu.
She got up from the water. Although she had just received Feng Xiao Xun, she was so excited that she couldn't help but hold the hand of the great master: "Master, I didn't expect you to have such a powerful back...
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She didn't finish a word, and suddenly stopped!
The great master's palm was as cold as ice, and she was shocked when she held it.