Chapter Seventy-Seven: A Slap in the Face
"Poof......
The coercion of the soul emperor-level powerhouse was not at all something that the third-grade soul monarch Ye Siran could resist, Ye Siran spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face was pale and he half-knelt on the ground, Nie Chen frowned slightly and blocked in front of Ye Siran, completely blocking the coercion of the blood soul old demon, staring coldly at a blood shadow in the distance.
"The host ......"
"Don't speak, you better recover first. ”
Looking at the not tall figure in front of him, Ye Siran was moved, and was about to speak when he was interrupted by Nie Chen, who looked at the Blood Soul Ancestor who was flying at great speed with a cautious expression.
"Rice ...... Boy, you killed my precious apprentice. ”
The blood soul old demon fell to the ground and said to Nie Chen with a sneer, but his eyes were full of greedy light, from Nie Chen's body, he sensed an extremely strong blood qi, if he could absorb all the blood qi on Nie Chen's body, then his soul power would definitely go to the next level, and then he would no longer have to be afraid of that dead fat man.
"It's by how. ”
Nie Chen looked at the Blood Soul Old Demon and said calmly, and at the same time, he secretly carried out the Shura Decision, planning to put the Blood Soul Old Demon into the endless sea of blood if he really couldn't do it, and let Meng Yunhao clean him up.
"Hmph, boy, you're quite rampant, I don't know if you can still be so rampant after Lao Tzu sucks your blood dry. ”
The bloodthirsty old demon snorted coldly, and as he spoke, his figure rushed up in a flash, intending to suck Nie Chen's blood dry.
"Bang"
"Old you, aren't you a little too blind to me? ”
A black shadow flashed, and the bloodthirsty old demon flew out upside down all of a sudden, standing in front of Nie Chen without sorrow, looking at the bloodthirsty old demon and saying with a smile, he waved his hand to Nie Chen, and Nie Chen retreated in understanding.
"Dead fatty, don't deceive people too much, provoke me, don't think about it. ”
The old demon of the blood soul got up and looked at Wu Wuchou and said viciously, he can't beat Wu Wuchou, but if he wants to run, Wu Wuchou will definitely not be able to catch him, it's a big deal if he sneaks up on him in the future, even if he can't kill him, it's good to be disgusting and disgusting.
"Old you, are you threatening me? ”
As soon as he heard this, the two small eyes that were originally a line narrowed again, and said coldly, and a murderous aura emanated from his body, enveloping the body of the Blood Soul Ancestor.
"Uh...... Of course not, I'm just reminding you. ”
Feeling the murderous aura on Wu Wuchou's body, the blood soul old demon couldn't help but tremble, and said with a smile, he can sneak attack Wu Wuchou, and Wu Wu Wu can naturally attack him, and now Wu Wuchou's strength is not much worse even if it is compared to the First Rank Soul Emperor, his sneak attack on Wu Wu is at most another Wu Wu Wu and suffer a little injury, if Wu Wu Wu attacks him, then he will be seriously injured even if he does not die.
"Hmph, I hope so, okay, there's nothing to do with you, let's go. ”
After hearing this, Wu Wuchou snorted coldly and said, to be honest, if it weren't for the one behind Nie Chen, he would never be willing to easily make a feud with a Soul Emperor peak powerhouse.
"It's okay to go, return the old man's bloodthirsty sword first. ”
The Blood Soul Old Demon looked at Nie Chen, and said coldly, all the insults he suffered today were caused by this kid, and the current Blood Soul Old Demon couldn't wait to eat his flesh and bones, but he didn't think about how he would end up like this if it weren't for his master and apprentice's greed for the bloodline "soul technique" on Nie Chen's body.
"I don't care about that. ”
Wu Wuchou glanced at the bloodthirsty sword in Nie Chen's hand and said lightly, he can only help here, after all, the bloodthirsty sword is the iconic treasure of the blood soul old demon.
"Boy, bring the Bloodthirsty Sword. ”
The Blood Soul Old Demon stretched out his hand to Nie Chen and said coldly, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, intending to kill Nie Chen in one fell swoop when he handed over the Bloodthirsty Immortal Sword to himself.
Xiao Chen threw the sword to him and didn't go over by himself. ”
What kind of cultivation is Wu Wuchou, naturally he saw what the idea of the blood soul old demon was fighting, turned around and said to Nie Chen.
Nie Chen didn't speak after hearing this, but closed his eyes and opened them again, the blood pupils instantly turned into purple pupils, the blood-colored long hair also turned purple, and the evil qi on his body also disappeared without a trace in an instant, thus replacing it with a mysterious and flowing feeling.
Wu Wu and the Blood Soul Old Demon were both stunned, because they couldn't even feel how strong Nie Chen's strength was now, they were all Soul Emperor and Huagang Master-level powerhouses, not to mention a small seven-rank Soul Monarch, even if they were Soul Emperor-level powerhouses, they should be able to feel a little bit.
"No, I'll leave it to him myself. ”
Nie Chen, no, it should be said that Meng Yunhao said with a smile, and slowly walked towards the Blood Soul Old Demon as he spoke.
Looking at "Nie Chen" step by step, step by step thinking about coming by himself, the Blood Soul Old Demon only felt that Nie Chen's every step seemed to be stepping on his own soul, and with Nie Chen's footsteps, the Blood Soul Old Demon's soul continued to tremble.
"Die, uh......"
Finally, the blood soul old demon couldn't stand this kind of torture anymore, roared, transported the soul power of his body, turned into a blood-colored giant sword and stabbed directly at Nie Chen, Nie Chen watched with a smile as the blood sword stabbed himself, just when the blood sword was about to stab himself, the blood soul old demon was surprised to find that he couldn't move anymore.
"Alas...... Tell me, I kindly sent you a sword, you don't know how to be grateful, and you come to attack me, do you say you should fight. ”
Nie Chen walked leisurely to the side of the Blood Soul Old Demon, and said with a smile on his face, only after saying that the Blood Soul Elder realized that his head was not under his control, and nodded vigorously, and his heart was suddenly terrified.
"Well, for the sake of your admitting of mistakes, let's take a moment. ”
Meng Yunhao nodded with satisfaction, and said with a smile, the sorrow on the side was chilled after hearing this, and Ye Siran looked at Nie Chen with a look of adoration in his eyes, a soul monarch dared to talk to a soul emperor-level powerhouse like this, what kind of grandeur should it be, as for the blood soul old demon, cough cough...... He could only look at Nie Chen with a sad and angry face, there was no way, he couldn't speak.
"Smack"
Meng Yunhao slapped the Blood Soul Old Demon in the face, and the Blood Soul Old Demon immediately had a blood-red slap on his face.
"Oh, I can't imagine that you are not like a person, your face is quite thick, and my hands hurt when I smoked it, but I am talking, you can get out, as for this sword, I will help you keep it first." ”
Nie Chen covered his hands and said with a "grievance" on his face, and said that he lightly touched his finger on the head of the blood soul old demon.
"Plop"
"Boy, I'll definitely be back. ”
The Blood Soul Old Demon fell to the ground all of a sudden, glared at Nie Chen with resentment, left a word, turned into a blood shadow and left.
"Well, that's it, why do you think that's what I'm doing? ”
Meng Yunhao glanced at the blood shadow with disdain, and returned to the endless sea of blood, Nie Chen regained control of his body, turned his face, and saw the surprise on his face as sorrow and Ye Siran, rolled his eyes and said, After speaking, he continued to hurry.