Hearing Ling Wuhen's humiliation, the middle-aged man finally changed his expression and shouted sternly: "Ling Wuhen! How about our Blood Refining Sect, it's not your petty talk. Now that you withdraw from the Ling family, I can
No investigation."
The smile on Ling Wuhen's face widened even more, which showed that he seemed really angry.
"Zhou Jun!" the middle-aged man shouted, as if he wanted to kill him with his eyes: "Let me ask you, where is the master of my sect now?"
If he had asked this question normally, Zhou Jun would have ignored it, but now that the Blood Refining Sect is about to be destroyed, there is no need to tell lies.
"Killed by me." Zhou Jun said calmly.
"Ah!" Immediately, the Blood Refining Sect crowd exclaimed. They never imagined that the arrogant sect leader would die at the hands of this seventh-level martial arts guy in front of them.
"You are talking nonsense!" the middle-aged man shouted: "I know that you are messing with the fighting spirit of my Blood Refining Sect disciples when facing the enemy. How could I be fooled by you?"
Zhou Jun laughed. He laughed at how mentally retarded this middle-aged man was. He was the one who obviously asked the question first, but he was heartbroken when he answered it. There is only one possibility, that is, this person also believed it.
"Brother Zhou, don't talk nonsense to them. You and I will have to discuss some things in detail after we go back." Ling Wuhen was a little impatient.
"That's fine, the Blood Killing Hall's subordinates obey the order and kill!" Zhou Jun shouted, taking the lead to fly out and meet the middle-aged man who was leading the opposite.
At the same time, Ling Wuhen and the fifteen Ling Family Spirit Transformation Realm warriors he led also found their opponents. The leader of the Blood Killing Hall sneered and rushed into the Blood Refining Sect disciples like a tiger attacking a sheep. Zhou Jun and others
Having withstood all the masters of the Spiritual Transformation Realm of the Blood Refining Sect, he could naturally go on a killing spree.
Mo Lian's dagger also appeared again, and every time the figure flashed by, a corpse would always fall down.
With a flash of light in his eyes, Zhou Jun's Flowing Cloud Sword appeared in his hand and slashed at the middle-aged man opposite.
"Hmph! Even a seventh-level martial artist dares to compete with me!" The middle-aged man looked disdainful, and a burst of light flashed from his hand. He blocked Zhou Jun's attack, and then punched Zhou Jun directly in the chest with his backhand.
But how could Zhou Jun be so easy to get along with? His figure flashed again, and he was struck with a knife in response.
"Keng!"
A pair of weapons similar to gloves appeared on the middle-aged man's hands, blocking Zhou Jun's Liuyun. When Zhou didn't react, he punched out again, causing endless blood.
"boom!"
Zhou Jun was pushed back dozens of meters, with a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth. Since the middle-aged man's move was hasty, he did not suffer much damage, but it also once again verified the gap between martial arts and the spirit transformation realm.
It seems that it’s impossible if we don’t show some real strength!
A cold light flashed in his eyes, and Zhou Jun's aura surged, reaching a height in an instant. At this time, his whole body's spiritual power had reversed, and was rushing through his body.
"Handsword style!"
Zhou Jun shouted, the lightsaber in his left hand and the Liuyun Dao in his right hand were combined into a weapon that looked like a sword but not a sword. Then, only a touch of blue remained where Zhou Jun was.
A sudden appearance!
Without hesitation, Zhou Jun used his rarely used trump card.
The middle-aged man frowned when he saw Zhou Jun's figure disappearing, and then suddenly felt bad. His figure hurriedly flashed, but at this time Zhou Jun's figure had appeared in front of him, with a faint smile on his lips.
"Bah!"
With the sound of the knife, the middle-aged man's clothes were still scratched off, but because he dodged in time, he was not injured.
Looking at the blow just now, he suddenly felt fear in his heart. This Zhou Jun is too evil. How could the seventh level of martial arts be so fast!
"Boy, no matter how fast you are, it's useless in the face of absolute power!" The middle-aged man snorted coldly, and endless blood glowed on his hands.
"Blood evil!"….
The middle-aged man raised his hands, and a pair of bloody fists hundreds of feet tall stood silently on them, filled with endless murderous intent.
The middle-aged man moved, and he flew towards Zhou Jun quickly, as if his fists were going to blow away the heaven and the earth.
"Hmph! Let me test my new moves with you!" Zhou Jun's eyes suddenly surged with fighting spirit. He could still dodge this punch by relying on his understanding of the technique, but he has always won with his speed on Dongping Street. Today
He wants to truly defeat the opponent, whether in terms of strength or speed.
Raising his sword to the sky, endless light golden flames appeared all over Zhou Jun's body. A disciple with no eyes came closer and was immediately burned to ashes. Zhou Jun closed his eyes tightly at this time, with an aura that looked down at the heaven and earth.
Born spontaneously.
Presumably, the light on Zhou Jun's body and the pale golden flame on Liuyun Knife were even stronger, illuminating the entire Blood Refining Sect like daylight. There were also beads of sweat on Zhou Jun's forehead, but he was struck by it as soon as he came out.
The pale golden flame evaporates.
Ling Wuhen's eyes flashed, showing a look of shock. Unexpectedly, Zhou Jun had improved again this month. How did he practice so well? Could it be that he hid his strength last time?
At this time, Zhou Jun in the sky and the middle-aged man opposite had attracted everyone's attention. Bi Wei frowned. He was born in the Blood Killing Hall and had been associated with darkness all his life. He was naturally sensitive to this golden light.
Moreover, he felt a trace of fear in the aura of fear exuded by Zhou Jun. He might be able to transform a master of the third level of spirit for a long time. While he was surprised by the power of Zhou Jun's move, his face changed and he hurriedly called out to the blood-thirsty master.
The people who killed Tang stayed away.
If this move were spread out, the person who hit the eighth level of martial arts might die instantly.
On the Blood Refining Sect side, the young man who was fighting with the masters of the Ling family saw the bloody light rising from the middle-aged man's body in the sky, and then saw the fist above, his face suddenly changed, and he avoided the opponent in front of him.
The disciples of the Blood Refining Sect were shouted to retreat.
At this moment, the blood in the middle-aged man's eyes shined directly at Zhou Jun.
"I haven't used this bloody trick for ten years. I was lucky enough to die under this trick today. You can rest in peace."
"Same for me. I just realized this move not long ago. It's an honor for you to die under this move."
Zhou Jun reluctantly showed a smile, and the combination of the lightsaber and Liuyundao held high in his upper hand had already reached a height of hundreds of feet, overwhelming the middle-aged man in size.
"Falling Flame Slash!"
Following Zhou Jun's loud shout, the light golden sword light in his hand fell down, instantly locking the middle-aged man's aura.
"snort!"
The middle-aged man snorted coldly and struck with both fists in his hands.
Everyone watched the battle between the two rays of red and gold, and only the closest person could feel the aura coming from it.
Due to the haste, many Blood Refining Sect disciples did not have time to escape the scope of the power, and were instantly crushed into powder under the huge golden light and the power of the bloody fist.
This seemingly slow move actually contains huge energy, and the person being attacked cannot escape at all.
Finally, the two rays of light intertwined together, and everyone felt their eyes sting and couldn't help but close their eyes.
However, this was not the end. Within the originally safe area, several people were still knocked away, and everyone had to retreat again.
At this time, Zhou Jun, who was fighting against the middle-aged heat, felt even more pressure. This Falling Flame Slash was a new move, used for the first time, and it was extremely powerful. This caused Zhou Jun's body, which was at the seventh level of martial arts, to be unable to hold on.
live.
When the middle-aged man saw that he was suppressed by the pale golden light, he couldn't help but became furious, and his spiritual power was running all over his body. When he received the shaking from the blade, Zhou Jun was shocked to the point where his mouth bleeds, but when no one else saw it,
He had already wiped it clean and was still struggling to hold on.
Seeing that there was no response, the middle-aged man was furious and couldn't help but increase his intensity. Under his violent shock, Zhou Jun almost lost control of the Falling Flame Slash.
"No, Brother Zhou is in danger, prepare to respond." Ling Wuhen's eyes were sharp, and he immediately saw Zhou Jun's look like he couldn't hold on.
"Although the Blood Lord is a genius, it's really hard to compete with the third level of spirit transformation with the seventh level of martial arts." Bi Wei sighed softly, ready to take action to save Zhou Jun at any time.
Zhou Jun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth again and realized that he could not go on like this. It was impossible for him to defeat the master of the third level of spirit transformation. For now, he could only fight hard.