Han Hyunqiu and Lei Shaozhen still kept attacking this blood soil without the slightest pause, as if they wanted to directly drag him down, or consume his strength, but obviously there was no chance.

The monks of the Seven Mountains are much stronger than them in every aspect, and the foundation of spiritual power is naturally the same.

In the face of such a crazy two, with the blood and soil of one enemy and two still dealing with it as he wants, anger and contempt gradually appeared in his eyes.

In his eyes, these two people are too hateful, but they are very cunning, although they can't do any substantial harm to themselves, but they can drag him down, so that he can't look at other battlefields at all.

"Drink!"

With Han Hyunqiu's cold snort, he rushed forward again, wanting to fight hand-to-hand again.

This time, the blood soil did not dodge, although he was also a little jealous of the black flame on Han Hyunqiu's body, but he still figured out Han Hyunqiu's true strength, and he didn't pay attention to his move.

"Look for death!"

Xuetu sneered, and then his body also moved, rushing towards Han Hyunqiu, who rushed over.

He kept waving the blood-colored stick in his hand, which was completely different from his own size, and sneered.

Facing the menacing Han Hyunqiu, he did not retreat this time, this is to directly end the battle here and decide the winner in one game.

However, Han Hyunqiu seemed to have the same thoughts, and let out a low and angry shout, and the black flames on his body rose again, and the flames were monstrous!

"Blood Rock Peak!" With a low cry of blood and soil, his left foot stepped hard, and suddenly dust flew and gravel floated in the air.

The spiritual power released around him actually directly wrapped the gravel dust that was shaken by his kick, and then turned into sharp cone-shaped rocks, following him towards Han Hyunqiu's figure.

Each cone-shaped sharp blood rock exuded a deadly killing intent, extremely terrifying, even compared to the sharp spirit pattern weapon, it felt that it was not weaker than the inferior at all.

Han Hyunqiu did not have the slightest fear, he still moved forward, and he still did not use his martial arts.

In the eyes of the blood and soil, this move is to find his own death, or he is too confident in himself to be able to resist his move, or he is too stupid to even dare to release his martial arts when he is frightened.

No matter which one it was, in his eyes, Han Hyunqiu was dead this time, because no matter how powerful these black flames on his body were, he couldn't exert his true strength.

Martial arts are created by exerting spiritual power, spiritual power can be the same, but martial arts are ever-changing and endless.

Each of the different martial arts is very different in terms of control and operation, but they all have one thing in common, and that is to exert the maximum power that spiritual power can have.

"Look for death!"

As the sarcasm of the blood soil fell, the two collided with each other again.

"Boom!"

The monstrous black flames on Han Hyunqiu's body directly rolled up the cone-shaped rock thorns, resisting them and devouring them instantly.

Whether it was the spiritual power wrapped in it or the rocks inside, they were all burned out in an instant. However, in the face of the spiritual power of the ontological defense of the blood and soil, it was not so easy to break through.

However, there was no time, and I saw that the blood-colored long stick in his hand was waved in an instant, and it smashed towards Han Hyunqiu.

The speed of this stick was incomparable, like a blood-colored lightning and a hurricane, which could not allow Han Hyunqiu to react at all, and Han Hyunqiu couldn't react, because the move "Blood Rock Peak" that came with him had already made it resist with all its might, and it had no strength left.

At the same time, Lei Shaozhen's spiritual sense sword also arrived.

His spirit pattern long sword slashed firmly above the blood and soil's talisman spiritual defense, although Han Hyunqiu's black flame eroded in front of him and had already pierced into it, but it could only cut through a piece of his flesh and skin.

didn't pay attention to Lei Shaozhen's blood soil, just snorted softly, and did not stop him from smashing this stick.

His goal is still Han Hyunqiu!

In his eyes, Lei Shaozhen is just a fly all the time, he can only harass himself and give himself painless damage, but this is just as he expected, the gap between the two is too big, even if his sword breaks through his own image, it is only a layer of his own skin, how can the monks of the Seven Mountains be defeated so easily.

"Boom!"

This stick continued to expand in Han Hyunqiu's eyes, but he had no choice but to use all his strength to resist.

Suddenly, the monstrous black flames continued to gather, but they still couldn't resist it.

The black flame is a spear, not a shield.

The blood-colored long stick of the blood soil was like entering a no-man's land, directly dispersing the black flames that covered the swept up, and then with a loud bang, it smashed firmly on Han Hyunqiu's chest!

"Han Hyunqiu!"

Lei Shaozhen shouted, his heart was extremely anxious, he didn't expect that they would not be able to defeat with one enemy and two enemies, and even block the guys.

And Han Hyunqiu's situation at this time is even more dangerous, how can he continue to live after being hit in the chest by this stick.

Han Hyunqiu, who was hit by a stick, suddenly retreated again and again, staggered, almost withdrew from a distance of dozens of meters, and fell to the ground!

Under this stick, all parties have a variety of expressions, some people are happy and some are sad.

The happy side can only be a few people with five bloods, and their faces are full of disdainful expressions, and the monks around the six mountains dare to come and provoke them, isn't this looking for death.

And Han Hyunqiu is the best end, and he can't do it.

But the blood soil that gave Han Hyunqiu this heavy blow was solemn, and he was not so relaxed, but vigilant, because all this was too smooth, and it could be said that he was too weird.

The stick he had just gotten down, and although it smashed firmly into his chest, he felt that something was completely wrong with the hand.

It's not the feeling of touching the flesh, it's something like metal.

Could it be that this guy is wearing several layers of armor all over his body?

He walked forward slowly with doubts, but Han Hyunqiu, who was lying on the ground, didn't move at all, as if he had lost his breath.

At this moment, the moment he stepped forward, a flying sword shot over.

Blood and earth were angry from his heart, snorted coldly, and said, "Get out!"

As far as he looked, a spiritual sense was released, and the flying sword that shot was directly shocked, and then he looked at Lei Shaozhen coldly, and said, "Are you so anxious to find death, don't worry, I will fulfill you immediately!"

Lei Shaozhen didn't speak, but a trace of blood obviously oozed from the corner of his mouth, and at this time when he was not guarded, he was obviously injured to his spiritual sense, and he gritted his teeth and stared at him.

When the blood soil finally walked to the burly Han Hyunqiu, he found that Han Hyunqiu no longer had the slightest breath on his body, as if he was directly dying.

The whole body was covered by a wide black robe, and there was no lineup that was exposed, and even the body could not be seen, let alone the skin.

With doubts, the blood-colored long stick in Xuetu's hand turned, and then stretched out to Han Hyunqiu's body, wanting to remove the corner of the robe.

Everything didn't seem very quiet, and there were no accidents, but at this moment, the blood and earth's expression froze, as if he felt someone watching him.

He immediately stopped what he was doing, and hurriedly looked left and right, and even his spiritual sense was released, but he didn't find any clues.

"Is it a delusion?" he muttered, thinking that he was too nervous, or that the battle had just been slightly affected.

But he always felt that something was wrong, and after taking a breath, he didn't think about it anymore, and put his mind on Han Hyunqiu's body again, wanting to re-investigate the true face of this person.

With a slight shake of his hand, his true face was finally revealed, but at this moment, his expression froze, because he saw a face that did not belong to a human being at all!

"Puppet!"

As soon as his thoughts rose, he felt a sudden sharp pain in his abdomen.

He slowly lowered his head, only to see a fist exuding a strange black spiritual power pressing against his abdomen!

He was actually attacked!

But in the next moment, he was about to endure the pain and retreat, but as soon as he was about to move his spiritual power, he felt a sudden burst and found that he couldn't instantly mobilize the spiritual power in his body.

At this moment, he felt a pain again, and another fist slammed into his chest, this time it was not that kind of black spiritual power, but two, one cold and one hot power instantly invaded his body, constantly rampage!

He slowly lowered his eyes and looked at the owner of the fists, and his expression was even more shocking.

This is the boy who seems to have the lowest strength and the lowest realm, and is the least valued by him!

Where did he come from? How did he escape his own detection, why was his power so weird?

This series of doubts hung over his heart, but he didn't have time to think about it, because the young man's body burst out with strong strength again, and he blasted himself out with another punch.

Flying upside down, he felt the breath of death for the first time in his history, and he never thought that he would be planted in the hands of this seemingly most inconspicuous young man!

"Fourth!"

The other hurried five-blooded guests who were in full swing fighting with Liu San and the others also saw this scene themselves, and they were suddenly confused, watching the blood soil that instantly wilted and flew away.

They all stopped their fight and rushed towards the bloody earth.

"Fourth!"

"Fourth brother!"

"Fourth brother!"

The four of them gathered around Bloody Earth and surrounded him.

"You bastard, you actually made the fourth child look like this!" Bloody Night's face was gloomy as water, staring at Qian Chen, as if he had to cut him directly to vent his anger.