"You can't help but underestimate me, Rong Que!" With a roar, Rong Que turned around and shot a fruit knife, colliding with the rushing spiritual power.
"boom!"
After the loud noise, Rong Que reached out and grabbed the fruit knife that was ejected back, and continued to kill himself, ignoring the old man rushing from afar.
"Being ruthless! I advise you kindly but don't listen. Then don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Seeing that his spiritual power training was shattered, the person who came was also shocked, and then he looked angry. How could his feet suddenly increase the speed, and instantly narrowed the distance with Rong Que.
"Iron Blood Futu!"
When Rongque was still dozens of steps away, the person came roared and kept pinching his hands. Looking at the complexity, Rongque knew that this move was not a joke. He immediately solved the few ungrateful disciples of the Blood Clothing Sect in front of him. With a long sword, the blood and energy in his body was compressed at a speed that exceeded every time before, and it was more pure and thicker.
The handprint was paused, and the old man in the Blood Clothing Sect was less than a dozen steps away from Rongque. He suddenly looked up, and the blood color in his eyes kept flashing, as if countless ferocious beasts were roaring inside him.
"go!"
With the old man's order, several figures suddenly rushed out of his eyes incredibly, and the number was increasing. Among them were the figures of monsters, some human figures with anger and pain, and even some faces of Qingshan City Qi training masters. At a glance, you can tell that it was the wronged soul of the person killed by the old man.
"A sideways! People with such evil magic must not exist in the world!" While those unjust souls rushed out of the old man's eyes, the blood and energy power in Rong Que's body had been compressed to an unprecedented level, and its power was even more powerful than when he was first used.
But Rong Que did not use it immediately, but continued to compress. Faced with the pressure of this iron-blooded Futu, Rong Que frowned deeply. He knew that this time might be the strongest enemy he had encountered, and the person coming was most likely the leader of the Blood Clothing Sect, with bloody blood. If he didn't show his strength, there might be more danger this time.
"roar!"
Just as Rong Que was compressing the power of blood and energy, a huge roar rang beside him. It was the little gold. After it roared, it seemed as if it was holding something in its mouth, and a golden light flashed in its mouth.
When he saw this golden light, the old man in the Blood Clothing Sect frowned and immediately retreated to escape. He had seen the powerful golden light. If it weren't for this golden light a few days ago, how could the beast have escaped?
Although the old man pulled away, the Iron Blood Futu did not retreat at all and still shouted and rushed towards Rongque, as if only tearing Rongque could offset their resentment.
The old man who had escaped a hundred meters quickly turned around and waved his hand, forming a spiritual barrier. At the moment when the barrier was formed, Xiao Jin beside Rong Que opened his mouth in Rong Que's shocked gaze. Suddenly, a golden beam of light spurted out from his mouth, mixed with Xiao Jin's infinite anger and sadness speed rushed towards the old man a hundred meters away like a terrifying fog.
Even if the wronged souls on the road they must pass, they would cry out in a slight cry when they touched the golden light and instantly disappeared.
Seeing the golden light rushing towards him, the old man also frowned deeply. He was injured by the golden light last time and still had some sequelae. Now that he saw this golden light again, he suddenly felt cold behind him. He quickly took out a huge heavy sword from the storage ring and inserted it into the land. With the huge sword body as big as a door panel, he wanted to withstand the power of the golden light.
"boom!"
With a huge explosion, the golden light touched the barrier in an instant. The barrier only had time to let the golden light pause and was broken, and it was broken like broken lenses.
The barrier disappeared, and only the giant sword remained between the golden light and the old man. Judging from the power of the golden light, if the giant sword is not of medium-grade fairy weapon, there is no possibility of any obstacle.
"boom!"
Then there was another loud noise just now, and the waves of air swarmed in. Rong Que had to squint his eyes to see clearly. Just as the golden light competed with the old man's giant sword, the iron-blooded Futu finally rushed to Rong Que.
Rong Que sighed and took a step forward, saying, "Rest in peace! You are not your fault. Maybe your best ending is to be lost. Don't blame me."
As he said that, as he closed his eyes, the blood and energy in the long sword rolled, and a sword was drawn from left to right. Suddenly, the invisible sword energy swept out. The hundreds of unjust souls in front of him disappeared one by one from the closest to Rongque, slowly opening their eyes. Rongque saw the smiles of those unjust souls. Whether it was humans or monsters, at this moment, Rongque could clearly feel the resentment on their bodies dissipated in an instant, and the expression they looked at him was also grateful. Death, this is what they wanted.
"I will avenge you! The murderer will not go to see you for too long, rest in peace!" Looking at the unsuccessful soul in the sky, Rong Que shook the sword in his hand. Although he killed many people today, they were all people who should be killed. Even if they were killed, they would just send them to reincarnate. The bloody soul of the master who died in his hands was imprisoned for him to drive it. Rong Que could not bear this behavior.
After a while, the golden light in Xiao Jin's mouth began to dim and finally disappeared. Xiao Jin's body trembled and collapsed on the ground in a sluggish manner. Rong Que was shocked and immediately went over to check it out. Fortunately, it was just weak and not a big deal. It should be fine if you rest for a while. He touched the hair on Xiao Jin's head and said, "You have a rest, let me do the next one!"
"Ho huh!"
After a worried roar, Xiao Jin looked at the dust where the old man was, looked at Rong Que, and his eyes were filled with the light of revenge.
"Don't worry, I'll bring his head to pay tribute to Dahei's family." As he said that, Rong Que let go of Xiao Jin, with the long sword in his hand, and the small fruit knife appeared in his hand. Looking at the dusty place in the distance, he knew that even an elder could take out a top-grade immortal weapon, and of course the master of this sect would not be much worse.
"Master of Bloody Sect, don't pretend. I know you are not dead yet. Come out to fight!" Rong Que grinned and smiled gloomyly, looking at the dusty place, and spoke.
After a moment of quietness, Rong Que waited patiently. Although the time for the arrival of the beast tide was getting closer, Rong Que had already had the will of death and had to die and wait for the people in the Blood Clothes Sect to be buried here.
Time passed quietly, and suddenly, a sound of footsteps sounded, and a figure walked out of the dust that had not yet been dissipated. It looked a little sluggish, and walked out step by step. He chuckled a few times and said, "The little bastard has some strength, and he can actually break my iron blood slaughter. It's not simple. It seems that the fourth brother is also in danger. Since that's the case, let me take your life away!"
"Then we have to see if you have the ability!" Rong Que held the knife in his hand tightly, and the blood and energy in his body were boiling. Facing the strong man in the spiritual master realm, he was still a little inaccurate. Only by stimulating his strength could he kill the seriously injured blood.
The breeze blew, and the dust finally dissipated, but the rich blood could not be dissipated. When the dust was gone, Rong Que could see the true face of the blood.
At this time, the bloody shirt was torn apart, revealing all muscles. Combined with his old face, it really gave people the feeling of a strange old man, especially when he gave me a giant sword about the same size as his body on his right hand. From this look, it looked like a veteran who had been fighting on the battlefield for decades.
"Little bastard, I will send you to see the scumbags in Qingshan City!" After saying that, the bloody sounded and spiritual power suddenly boiled. The scene was like a fire emitting its body, and the giant sword in its hand seemed to have no weight. With a swing, it slashed towards Rong Que, the speed was so fast that it flashed by like a meteor.
Rong Que was shocked. Is this the speed of the spiritual master realm? If you catch up with him a little faster, it seems that if you hadn't made any breakthrough on the way back to Qingshan City, you would have no chance of winning this battle.
Even though he was surprised, Rong Que had never underestimated anyone during the battle. It was as expected that the spiritual master realm had such speed. He immediately stepped on his feet and fled to the distance with a "bang". He didn't want to implicate Xiao Jin, who was already weak.
"Where are you going to escape? Look at me, the thunder gourd!" When Rong Que was about to escape, he sneered in blood and quickly took out a purple gourd the size of a palm from the storage ring, muttering something.
After a while, the purple gourd suddenly rose in the wind, and instantly expanded to more than one meter long. Without saying a word, he turned over and sat on the purple gourd, his speed suddenly increased. He caught up with Rong Que in an instant, and his giant sword was about to be cut off with one blow.
The appearance of the purple gourd was completely beyond Rong Que's expectations. The speed of lightning was several times higher than that of him. When he turned around and saw the giant sword that was about to slash down, Rong Que frowned, a pale color flashed in his eyes, and then the small fruit knife stabbed out.
Seeing Rong Que still having the intention of resisting at this moment, Xue Tian smiled coldly and was about to speak sarcastic, just at this moment, a sensation of dizziness came, and his mind was blank. After a moment, a sensation of pain woke him up.
Rong Que's knife had already pierced into the bloody chest, and blood spilled out. Then Rong Que's face, he woke up when he saw the blood rushing, quickly pulled back the knife and turned around to escape.
"Ah! I'm going to kill you!"
With a loud roar, the blood went crazy. Although the knife did not leave him much damage, a bloody power penetrated into his body and was constantly destroying it. The middle-stage spiritual master was stabbed by a boy who had not yet practiced his qi. If this was transmitted, he would not have to mess up with his blood and would have lost all his face.
After roaring, suddenly, bloody felt sweetness in his throat, and a heat rushing up, a trace of blood color hung on the corner of his mouth. After the blood and energy were destroyed in his body, it was finally suppressed by his thick spiritual power. It seemed that he had to fight quickly. The blood and energy power was strange. If he didn't divide the part of the spiritual power to suppress it, he would suddenly riot. Thinking of this, bloody slapped the purple gourd and turned into a stream of light to chase Rong Que.