The blood-clothed ancestor let out bursts of strange laughter and looked at the only trace on the ground that could represent Xuan Ming's existence here, the black ash he himself had turned into.
Jian Chen stared at the blood-clothed ancestor and felt that something was wrong with the blood-clothed ancestor's mind.
"Why, the blood-clothed ancestor, after refining his whole body into a pool of dirty blood, did he even lose his brain?"
With a sneer, Jian Chen pointed the thunder sword in his hand at the face of the blood-clothed ancestor.
"Brain? Hahaha, ancestor, I don't need that kind of thing at all."
"As long as it can be exchanged for strong strength, I can do whatever you want me to do in exchange."
The blood-clothed ancestor laughed, and then a bloody spear slowly emerged from his palm.
"Why, you don't care about the disciples behind you?"
Upon seeing this, Jian Chen narrowed his eyes and looked behind the blood-clothed ancestor.
Behind him were the Blood-clothed Sect disciples who had failed to get out of the way in time when they faced the Jian Xin Purple Thunder Divine Sword.
These people were either hit head-on by the Purple Thunder Divine Sword and turned into ashes on the spot.
Either he has been affected, and although he is not dead yet, he is already dying.
Generally speaking, these disciples are in a panic, and are currently scrambling to save their fellow disciples who are still angry.
"They? They are just a group of weaklings who are attached to me."
"The world of the strong has no room for the weak to get involved, and they will understand."
The blood-clothed ancestor laughed ferociously, not caring at all about the casualties of his disciples behind him.
"It's really hopeless."
Jian Chen said in a cold tone, and then stopped talking after lifting the two swords.
He could tell that the blood-clothed ancestor had already gone crazy.
"Come on, let's end this damn thing!"
The blood-clothed ancestor laughed ferociously, raised the bloody spear in his hand, and rushed straight towards Jian Chen.
Naturally, Jian Chen was not to be outdone, and he also raised his sword and rushed towards the blood-clothed ancestor.
Neither side had any reservations or tests, and every blow was aimed at killing the other.
In an instant, blood and thunder intertwined.
In another part of the Tianjian Mountain battlefield, the disciples of the Wushuang Sect were already fighting against the evil cultivators.
Zhang Yifeng and Lu Shuang were left on the flying boat.
Zhang Yifeng originally wanted to attack with the disciples of Wushuang Sect, but was stopped on the spot.
The disciples of the Wushuang Sect said that since Zhang Yifeng did not have the cultivation level to support him, it would be better to stay on the flying boat and join Lu Shuang in attacking the monks of the Evil Tail Sect from a distance.
Lu Shuang's airship is equipped with a huge cannon, which uses spiritual stones as energy to launch spiritual energy cannons for long-range strikes.
The meteors that hit the Evil Tail Old Demon earlier were spiritual energy shells fired from the giant cannon.
At this time, the people of Wushuang Sect fought in a group with the evil cultivators, and they had the upper hand for a while.
After all, there was a spiritual energy cannon that attacked in advance, causing many casualties to the evil cultivators.
The remaining evil cultivators also have injuries on their bodies.
Facing the disciples of the Wushuang Sect who are in full condition, they will inevitably fall into a disadvantage as the battle lasts for a long time.
"These people seem to think that you can't be of much help."
Lu Shuang stood at the bow of the boat and said to Zhang Yifeng with interest.
Zhang Yifeng could only shrug helplessly after hearing this.
"There is no way, they have never seen the situation when I took action."
"Besides, these disciples are also concerned about my situation and your situation. After all, I do have no cultivation at this time."
"And even if you practice hard in this month, you can only catch up with the ordinary disciples of the Wushuang Sect."
Zhang Yifeng said in a calm tone, he could understand the choice of these Wushuang disciples.
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"That's what I say, but are you sure you want to stand here all the time?"
"Among these evil cultivators, there is one guy who is difficult to deal with."
After speaking, Lu Shuang narrowed his eyes and looked at a figure that was shooting fireballs in mid-air.
That person was clearly the Evil Tail Old Demon. At this moment, a fireball was shot out, which could knock back a Wushuang Sect disciple.
That is to say, these disciples had the protection of the formation disk given by Lu Shuang before, otherwise the Evil Tail Old Demon would have made them hate the northwest on the spot with one strike.
"Oh, the boys from Wushuangmen are here well prepared!"
"But with your level of cultivation, if you think you can deal with me, that's a big joke!"
The Evil Tail Old Demon looked at the disciples of the Wushuang Sect who had been repelled by him, and laughed loudly.
At the same time, a ball of fire rose up in his palm, and a huge fireball was brewing in the evil tail old devil's palm.
"Leave it all to me and die!"
With a wild laugh, the Evil Tail Old Demon threw the fireball in his hand towards the Wushuang Sect disciples who were forced together.
At this time, most of the formations among these disciples were destroyed due to receiving too many attacks.
The hot breath rushed towards my face, and I was about to be swallowed up by the fireball.
At the critical moment, a figure rushed out from the flying boat and instantly arrived in front of a group of Wushuang disciples.
"Borrow the sword and use it."
Zhang Yifeng took the long sword from the hands of a Wushuang disciple without looking back.
Looking at the fireball that was about to be suppressed in front of him, Zhang Yifeng curled up into a sneer.
"This is quite interesting. It can barely be regarded as an advanced trick."
After making a calm sound, Zhang Yifeng raised the long sword in his hand.
In an instant, a red light condensed on the sword, and the unparalleled will spread over the entire place.
Red light streaked across the sky and struck down heavily.
Immediately, the fireball in front of him was split into two and hit the ground heavily on both sides.
"This is the unparalleled sword intent?!"
"Could it be the sky fan!"
Behind the fire ball, looking at the rising red sword intent and the extremely powerful unparalleled will, the Evil Tail Old Demon's pupils shrank.
If the Heavenly Fan really comes, he will never be his opponent!
For a moment, the evil tail old demon felt the intention to retreat.