"Old Ancestor, I don't deserve to be looked after by a nobody like you!"
There was a cruel tone in the blood-clothed ancestor's tone, pointing directly at Zhang Yifeng, who had spoken rudely to him.
He had never heard of or seen Zhang Yifeng, but when he heard him say that he was from the Wushuang Sect who came to rescue Tianjian Mountain, he couldn't help but feel contempt in his heart.
The Wushuang Sect had only sent nearly a hundred people before.
Although I don’t know how that old trash, Old Devil Evil Tail, was defeated by these trash.
But the blood-clothed ancestor did not think that he would fall into the same fate as the evil-tailed old demon.
"Why, after defeating the Evil Tail Old Demon, do you think you are my opponent?"
The blood-clothed ancestor said in a deep voice, and as the blood flowed through his body, he turned into a bloody spear in front of him.
"Oh, does your Blood-clothed Sect only know this kind of crude method?"
Zhang Yifeng chuckled lightly, looked at the blood-colored spear formed in front of the blood-clothed ancestor, shook his head and asked.
"Be bold!"
Blood all over the blood-clothed ancestor flashed, and blood flowed crazily in the blood pits around his eyes.
The bloodless face was filled with deep anger.
"Now that you know about my Blood Clothes Sect, you still dare to insult me, you are really asking for your own death!"
"Ancestor, I will grant you this waste's wish today!"
The blood-clothed ancestor shouted coldly, and the blood-colored spear in front of him flew out at the same time, stabbing Zhang Yifeng.
Dense blood shadows came one after another, and Zhang Yifeng was about to be stabbed into a sieve on the spot.
Jian Chen, who was supporting his junior brother at the side, saw this and hurriedly shouted: "Fellow Taoist, be careful of this bloody spear."
"The blood-stained magical power of the Blood Clothes Sect has a very strong suppressive power on monks, especially against those with physical skills like you!"
Jian Chen wanted to help, but he didn't feel comfortable leaving his junior brother alone.
The blood-clothed ancestor came here just for him. Once he seizes the opportunity, he will definitely kidnap his junior brother and threaten him as soon as possible.
Under the entanglement in his heart, Jian Chen could only grit his teeth and resist the idea of taking action, and just reminded Zhang Yifeng.
"Hehe, don't worry, Master Jianchen, this thing can't hurt me."
Zhang Yifeng chuckled lightly, and seeing that Jian Chen was willing to remind him, he immediately nodded to him.
As for the blood-colored spear fired by the blood-clothed ancestor, it was like a joke in Zhang Yifeng's eyes.
As soon as he finished speaking, countless blood-colored spears pierced Zhang Yifeng's body.
However, the spear did not penetrate his body. The moment it hit, it turned into dirty blood and covered Zhang Yifeng's body.
Just like the blood demon who attacked Wushuang Sect before, after realizing that Zhang Yifeng was a physical cultivator, the blood-clothed ancestor also tried to use the dirty blood magic to corrode his body.
"Hahaha, is that the only extent?"
The blood-clothed ancestor looked at Zhang Yifeng, whose whole body was covered in dirty blood, with only one head exposed in the air, and laughed loudly.
In his eyes, once Zhang Yifeng, a physical cultivator, is eroded by the Blood-Tainted Magic, he will no longer be able to resist.
"Fellow!"
Jian Chen on the side looked at Zhang Yifeng whose whole body was covered in dirty blood, with sadness and anger flashing in his pupils.
At the same time, Jian Chen still felt guilty for Zhang Yifeng.
If he had acted decisively just now, this Taoist friend from the Wushuang sect who came to rescue them would not have died!
Thinking like this, Jian Chen turned his head, his face full of sadness and anger.
"Blood-clothed Ancestor, I want you to pay the price!"
After a roar, Jian Chen raised his swords and pointed to the sky.
Suddenly, thick dark clouds once again covered the sky above Tianjian Mountain.
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Under the mixture of grief and anger, Jian Chen could no longer care about anything else and used the most powerful Purple Thunder Sword!
Thunder rolled in the dark clouds, and streaks of purple thunder continued to explode in the sky.
Suddenly, a purple thunderbolt as thick as three people's arms fell from the sky, covering Jianchen's entire body in the thunder.
The lightning flashed continuously, and when the thunder dissipated, only Jian Chen was left holding two swords.
At this time, the two swords in Jian Chen's hands were wrapped in purple thunder.
The crackling sound of electricity sounded from the sword body.
Raising the two swords in his hands, Jian Chen stared at the blood-clothed ancestor with solemn eyes.
"Blood-clothed Ancestor, today you and I are going to come to an end!"
"Even if I die, I will definitely eliminate this scourge of yours!"
With a roar, Jian Chen flew up and went straight towards the blood-clothed ancestor.
The two swords in the palms were filled with electric light, and the sizzling sound of electricity continued to explode.
Under the powerful current, Jian Chen's palms had become a little burnt black.
Obviously, the power of thunder and lightning borrowed from the sky is not so easy to control.
"At the end of your battle, do you still dare to resist?"
Seeing Jian Chen coming to kill again, the blood-clothed ancestor immediately stopped looking at Zhang Yifeng.
In his heart, this unknown person is already a dying person.
Now that Jian Chen is approaching again, the blood-clothed ancestor will naturally defeat him completely.
Bursts of wild laughter burst out from his mouth, and blood-colored spears appeared all over the blood-clothed ancestor's body, and he also rushed towards Jian Chen.
"Blood God Body!"
When he came closer and faced Jian Chen, looking at the two thunder swords that the opponent had raised, the blood-clothed ancestor let out a low roar.
The dirty blood all over his body reacted instantly, breaking through the restriction from his heart.
Countless blood gathered into a vast ocean and quickly wrapped around the blood-clothed ancestor's entire body.
At the same time, the figure of the blood-clothed ancestor also continued to expand, and in the blink of an eye he turned into a blood-colored giant more than ten meters tall.
"Jian Chen, you are the first person to understand the blood nerve I created."
"But you will never be the last one. The entire Qinghuang Realm will crawl at my feet!"
The giant transformed by the blood-clothed ancestor raised his head and laughed, waving his fist and hitting Jian Chen at his feet.
"It's ridiculous! If you give up your human body, what kind of future do you expect!"
Jian Chen sneered, facing the bloody giant fist falling from the sky, there was no hint of flinching in his pupils.
Now he has no choice but to retreat. Behind him is the Tianjian Mountain that has been passed down for hundreds of years. He must not retreat!
"Give it to me, broken!"
With a loud roar, Jian Chen faced the crisis and chose not to retreat but to advance.
With the two swords in his hands tightly, lightning suddenly shot up into the sky, facing the bloody giant fist of the blood-clothed ancestor.
Under the purple thunder in the sky, the two swords broke through the bloody giant fist and went straight towards the head of the blood-clothed ancestor.
When Jian Chen saw this situation, a light flashed in his eyes.
However, the situation of the battle suddenly changed.
The lightning that was originally rising suddenly froze midway.
At the same time, Jian Chen felt his waist tighten, as if he was being held by something.
He lowered his head and looked down, and saw that the bloody giant's palm, which had just been pierced by lightning, had now recovered.
At this moment, Jian Chen was being held tightly in the hands of the giant transformed by the blood-clothed ancestor.
"Jian Chen, you underestimate my self-created blood nerve."
"This is also the real reason why you will be defeated by me today, go to hell!"