But in the next second, Hun Xiaotian's arm became more than twice as big. The blood arrow penetrated into the arm, opening a blood-red hole, and then there was no movement after the slightest sound.
"This is?"
"Devil Arm."
"It actually blocked it."
Zhao Jiuduan snorted coldly, "What about the Demon Arm? How many times can you block it?"
After saying that, spiritual power surged from his fingertips, and more than a dozen crystal-clear blood arrows were shot towards him. Hun Xiaotian turned over and waved his arms to block most of the arrows. No matter how many arrows shot into his body, he turned around.
The arm was smashed over.
Zhao Jiuduan sneered and said, "I'm afraid you haven't even started the Third Transformation of Heavenly Demon yet! It's so funny that you use the good Heavenly Demon Arm like this."
The spiritual power of his blood-colored palms gathered together, and with one strong slap, he slapped away the giant arm that could crack gold and stone. However, Hun Xiaotian was unyielding and still bullied him, raised his arm and smashed it.
After the two exchanged dozens of moves, Hun Xiaotian's wounds continued to bleed and his physical strength gradually became exhausted, while Zhao Jiuduan was able to do it with ease.
Zhao Jiuduan flew up two feet and kicked him away.
"You must also have some understanding of my blood clan's skills. Now we are in a situation of ebb and flow. If you only have this strength, I think it's better to end it as soon as possible!"
Zhao Jiuduan drew a circle with one hand, then pinched it with two fingers and hung it on his chest: "Let you taste the blood cicada!"
Hun Xiaotian's whole body froze, and countless extremely thin blood lines shot out from his body. The blood lines gathered between Zhao Jiuduan's two fingers like a sky net. It was like a living cicada pupa was wriggling on his fingertips.
Hun Xiaotian felt that his spiritual power and blood were being sucked away rapidly, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.
"Brother Xiaotian."
Feng Ning'er hurried forward, wanting to look forward, but was blocked by the black bird.
Ahhhh~
Hun Xiaotian's mind was spinning, and the tingling pain all over his body made him cover his head and shout loudly, and everyone started talking about it.
"It looks like it's coming to an end."
"The blood clan's skills are indeed ever-changing."
Looking at her brother Xiaotian who was gradually dying, Feng Ning'er immediately burst into tears, but she couldn't break free from her hard arms.
Just when the last trace of his blood was about to be drained away, he felt a little clear in his heart, and the soul power in the soul sea on his chest began to fluctuate, and a touch of black covered his pupils. Slowly, he stood up
stand up!
"What?"
Even Zhao Jiuduan was surprised at this time.
"Can you still stand up after being hit by my bloody cicada?"
With both fists clenched, two black figures separated from the body, and a hoarse voice sounded: "I'm sorry, tribesmen, borrow the soul..."
The two black figures lightly tipped their toes and rushed towards the onlookers. Their vision went dark, and they collapsed on the ground as if their limbs were weak.
When the two black shadows returned to the body, a bloody murderous aura emerged in Hun Xiaotian's eyes, and then wisps of black aura spread towards the blood line. Zhao Jiuduan hurriedly wanted to take back the blood Zen, but he was still a step too slow. Poof
With a bang, majestic black spiritual power exploded at his fingertips, and Zhao Jiuduan flew several feet away and fell heavily to the ground.
"You...Emperor Soul Art...the fourth section...borrowing the soul..."
He climbed up with difficulty and chuckled, "Okay, this is interesting."
After saying that, he punched his chest fiercely, and a large piece of blood mist spurted out from his mouth.
"My vampire abilities become stronger the more I fight, and the stronger I am when exposed to blood. Let me show you my true strength at the fifth level."
Then, an artifact that looked like a jade turtle was held in his hand. Hun Xiaotian gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Zhao Jiu Duan, in order to kill me, you actually used the blood clan to kill me."
Holy object.”
Zhao Jiuduan also replied in the same voice: "What about that?"
Zhao Jiuduan held the jade turtle in his hand, and his spiritual power continued to rise. Slowly, his feet left the ground, his body continued to rise, and then his whole body was enveloped in blood.
"Hun Xiaotian, I will definitely kill you today..."
He waved his arms continuously, and nine majestic bloody sword energy slashed towards Hun Xiaotian.
"This nine-level blood sword can fight even a strong man with six levels of soul power. I don't believe that you, Hun Xiaotian, can defeat you?"
Hun Xiaotian was not in a hurry. As his body shook slightly, a mysterious star pattern appeared under his feet. The next moment, his body pulled out an afterimage, avoiding all the majestic nine swords. Zhao Jiuduan only felt a flash in front of him.
Hei, a fist hit him hard on the cheek.
Boom~
Zhao Jiuduan, who was covered in blood, was hit against the stone wall, bounced back, and fell to the ground slumped.
"This...is impossible...how is this possible...?"
Blackbird also opened his mouth wide, "This... this is... could this be the Soul Emperor's... seven stars..."
Hun Xiaotian gasped, "No need to guess, this is the Soul Emperor's secret skill...but...I can only force open one door..."
Zhao Jiuduan still held the jade turtle tightly and climbed up with difficulty. He looked like a ghost and said frantically: "I... don't accept... I still... haven't lost..."
He raised his hand and still pointed at Hun Xiaotian and said: "You know how my father and the others died, so I swear that as long as I live, I will kill all of you Hun clan."
Looking at Hun Xiaotian who was gasping for air and swaying, Zhao Jiuduan continued to say harshly: "You must have no soul power now! How can the Soul Emperor's martial arts be easily activated by a fourth-level cultivation level like you?"
"I said, I must kill you..."
The next moment, there was a strong wind on Xuanyuan Stage, fallen leaves were flying, Zhao Jiuduan's black hair was flying, and all the bloody earthworms all over his body began to squirm. The jade turtle seemed to feel the blood, and the light became even brighter.
"Today, even if I give up this body of spiritual blood, I will kill you..."
"Go, Blood Dragon."
Looking at the roaring dragon formed by the condensed blood of Zhao Jiuduan, Hun Xiaotian did not make any unnecessary use, he just turned sideways and slowly raised his right arm.
"If you don't accept it, I'll beat you until you do..."
"Ahhh~ let me go - centipede."
In Hun Xiaotian's thundering roar, the arm that had been bound for ten years underwent drastic changes. The bones and muscles made a clicking sound before the beard grew, and then grew three feet longer and intertwined like old vines, covered with black.
Xian's arm was like a thick centipede, and it hit the rushing blood dragon with a violent aura. After the two big objects collided, the spiritual power in the air swayed slightly, and there was only a clicking sound. The giant dragon collapsed and the centipede's giant arm was castrated.
Unabated, it hit him on the chest. Zhao Jiuduan was severely injured and was knocked away. He Jade Turtle let go and his figure turned several somersaults in the air, fell heavily to the ground, and could not get up again.
Hun Xiaotian retracted his arm, and the whole arm hung down as if it was useless. The muscles were intertwined and the bones were broken inch by inch.
He dragged his heavy steps towards Zhao Jiuduan, sat on top of him and punched him hard with his left fist.
Zhao Jiuduan was no longer able to resist,
"Devil Arm, first transformation, centipede."
"You actually...came...to this point..."
But at the last moment, the fist stopped touching his face. Blackbird walked over and glanced at the young man. The disdain in his eyes was no longer there.
"In this competition, the winner is Hun Xiaotian."
Most of the people in the audience were awake. Although their bodies could not move, they could hear the voice very clearly.
"Zhao Jiuduan, remember, I won't kill you this time. I hope you can sober up. If there is another time, I will definitely not let you go."
Say that! He punched the bluestone floor next to his ear.
…
Feng Ning'er supported his brother Xiaotian all the way, but still refused to let go even after they were far away from Xuanyuan Terrace.
Seeing that he was still so frightened, Hun Xiaotian forced out a smile and said, "Don't be afraid, brother Xiaotian has already defeated him."
"Well! I'm not afraid anymore."
Hun Xiaotian peeled off her palm and said softly: "Well, we really can't sleep in the small bamboo house together."
"But...but..."
"Stop it, I have a very strange feeling. I want to go to Mr. E's place. You can go back by yourself first! If you are really scared, go to Mr. E's place."
"What are you, you, me, me, mine? It's getting late, go back quickly!"
"oh!"
Feng Ning'er was scolded by Hun Xiaotian and left alone, and Hun Xiaotian also walked towards the Hun clan.
The clouds were dense, covering the sky and the sun, and there was a faint golden light and rolling thunder in the black clouds. Groups of black crows also gathered over, hovering in the air and screaming pitifully.
His eyelids were twitching wildly, and the bad feeling in his heart became even stronger.
…
On the back hill of Qiwu Mountain, two old men were sitting cross-legged on a stone slab. The biting wind blew the corners of their clothes rustling, and while their beards and hair were flying, they both opened their sharp eyes.
"Old man Chu, they are here anyway, faster than I thought."
"Whatever is supposed to come, will come."
Chu Xiong replied coldly. He was extremely thin. His arms were as black as ink, and his fingers were as sharp as eagle claws. There was not a trace of flesh visible. If it weren't for the rolling eyes in his deep-set eye sockets,
Eyeballs, no one believes this, this is a big living person.
He is Chu Xiong, one of the nine deities of the Barbarian Realm.
The wind blew across his cheeks, and Hun Ming slowly turned around and took a look at him. This look was confused, sharp, and a little sad. He seemed to have thought of some past events.
"They have wiped out seven tribes in the Barbarian Territory in the past ten years. You and I have been hiding here and there like lost dogs. Now I am afraid we have to understand."
Chu Xiong didn't look at him: "It's already like this, why are you still complaining?"
The air became quiet, and Hun Ming's eyes moved. He bit his jaw hard and shouted softly: "Brother Chu."
When Chu Xiong heard these two words, he felt as if he was struck by lightning. He couldn't believe his ears. For so many years, they had only exchanged words. When had he ever heard him call him such a name?
"You...what did you call me?"
Hun Ming looked disappointed, and his clenched fists were now loosened, and he said: "How many years older are you than me? In fact, for so many years, I have always regarded you as my brother, but I am in his position..."
"Shut up."
Chu Xiong shouted in a loud voice: "What do you want to do with your sweet talk?"
In fact, he knew in his heart that the old man Hun in front of him was by no means a flattering person. The seven clans were destroyed, and he was the one who was hurt the most and the most miserable in every battle. However, he had a strong personality and was unwilling to say it out.
Hun Ming raised his head, and the thousands of thunders in front of him made him thoughtful. He murmured: "Today we are uncertain whether we will live or die. I just want to ask you one thing."
"What's the matter?"
"If I really get to that point, you must leave me alone and protect our Tian'er's safety first."
Chu Xiong's eyes tightened, and then dimmed again: "You don't need to remind me about this."
The thunder light illuminated his old and decadent face, and Hun Ming suddenly stood up. There were already several rays of light surrounding him.
Swish Swish Swish
Several figures landed.
The man came with a heavy back, a strong suit, and a silver steel gun behind his back. There seemed to be thousands of horses above the gun tip, faintly running like thunder.
Hun Ming's mind moved. Jing Lei Hall Ji Hu was just a young boy back then. Unexpectedly, he has become such a big deal now.
"My two immortal friends Chu Hun, you are well."
Looking at the voice, he saw that the person who came had an air of Taoist immortality, a black Li Taoist robe that was windless and automatic, and a fairy sword behind his back filled with murderous intent. It was none other than the famous acting headmaster of the Western Sichuan Sword Mountain - Yuxing Zhenren.
Not far away from him, there were two people standing on each side, none other than Master Dongyang and Master Mozhu.
"Amitabha."
The Buddha's trumpet sounded, and the person who came was a middle-aged Buddhist monk with a slender figure and holding beads of compassion in his hand. He was none other than Monk Han Kong, one of the three holy monks of Fuyuan Mountain.
Hun Ming looked around for a week, and his heart became heavier and heavier. Fuyuan Mountain, Xishu Sword Mountain, Jingleitang, Qidian, Tianwang Sect, and seven or eight relatively unfamiliar people, their auras were not weak, they should be
Rising stars over the years.
The Central Plains sect, with its four mountains and eighteen sects, is likely to come.
Hun Ming straightened up his expression and said loudly: "Why did these immortals come to this barbaric place like mine when they are not in the sect to clean up their cultivation?"
He remained calm, and in an instant his eyelids twitched, and in the darkest corner he found a person he knew turned into ashes, Binggu - Ouyang Bo. He clenched his back jaw and shouted loudly to the person: "
And Elder Ouyang, are you hiding so far away because you are afraid of seeing me?"
Ouyang Bo didn't say anything when he heard what he said. He just took a step forward. With just one step, he made his attitude clear.
Seeing his tepid provocation, Hun Ming's eyes were about to burst into flames, but today's situation did not allow him to act recklessly.
At this moment, a shrill roar came from the foot of the mountain, followed by fire, the sound of killing shook the sky, and the sound of fighting also reached the ears one after another.
Hun Ming looked at the visitor angrily. As soon as he received the news, these Central Plains people came to kill him. This chapter has been completed!
