"Boom!"

Han Ye's iron fist and the blood worship sect master's sea of blood collided fiercely, erupting into a deafening roar.

The air wave generated by the violent impact spread rapidly, blowing away all the floating soil within a 10-meter radius of the impact site.

The sea of blood that covered the sky disappeared, revealing the figure of Han Ye and the Blood Worship Sect Master in a stalemate.

After standing still in mid-air for half a second, a mouthful of blood **** came out of Han Ye's mouth, he was like a meteorite, falling from mid-air, falling heavily to the ground, and smashing a big crater on the ground with a "boom", half of his body sank into the ground.

He broke the blood killing of the Blood Worship Sect Master and scattered the sea of dead blood above his head, but unfortunately it was already the end of the strong crossbow, and he couldn't escape after all, and he was knocked back to the place by the huge impact force.

After all, the Blood Fierce Kill was the strongest killing move of the Blood Worship Sect Master, and it was the condensation of a third-order innate sect master's life's strength, and he was just a third-order sect master who had only been practicing for half a year.

The gap in strength between the two sides is too huge, and it is already a miracle that he can do this.

Han Ye was lying on the ground, only to feel that he didn't even seem to have the strength to raise his arms, and his whole body seemed to be falling apart, and there was nothing that didn't hurt.

There was constant blood, coming out of his mouth and nose.

Even if his body had been transformed by the Qua Moth Ciphertext, even if he had a body of steel, it would be difficult for him to withstand such a terrifying attack.

His bones were shattered and cracked in many places, his muscles were torn, his blood vessels were burst, his internal organs were hit hard, and his meridians were severely damaged.

In a word, it is that he has basically completely lost his combat effectiveness!

"It's over, it's over! Han Ye is really finished now!"

The old god stick sat in Han Ye's car, and when he saw Han Ye's defeat in the battle, he couldn't help but feel sad and secretly complained.

Just now, after he took the car keys from Han Ye, he didn't drive away, but parked the car far away from the battlefield and watched this tragic battle from afar.

He hoped in his heart that Han Ye could win in this fierce battle, but he also knew that the strength of the Blood Worship Sect Master was far stronger than Han Ye, and it was simply a delusion to win the Blood Worship Sect Master, even if he retreated.

That's why he parked the car here, in case Han Ye was injured when he got out, he might be able to go and pick him up, and then run away with Han Ye.

But now, his wish has been frustrated.

Although Han Ye had resisted the Blood Worship Sect Master's bloody killing, he was already exhausted and had not been able to escape.

The old god stick had just escaped from the clutches of the Blood Worship Sect Master, so he naturally knew how cruel the Blood Worship Sect Master's methods were, and what would happen to him if he fell into the hands of the other party.

He subconsciously wanted to drive the car and run quickly, running as far as possible, so as not to be caught up by the Blood Worship Sect Master.

He was powerless, and he was also old and frail, and he was seriously injured, even if he rushed forward now, he would not be able to give Han Ye any help at all, and would only take his own life in vain.

But after thinking about it, in order to save him, Han Ye did not hesitate to take a huge risk and came to the appointment alone, if he left Han Ye like this and ran away, it would be too unrighteous, and he was afraid that he would have a disturbed conscience in this life.

So, he dispelled the idea of slipping away and quickly thought about ways to help Han Ye.

With his weakened body, it was absolutely impossible to fight hard.

For now, driving this Ferrari into the Blood Cult Master may be able to play some role.

To be honest, the power of the Blood Worship Sect Master was so terrifying, he really didn't know if this car would be able to relieve Han Ye from the siege.

But now, he has only one way to go.

So, he forcibly endured his fear of the Blood Worship Sect Master, slammed the accelerator, and rushed towards the Blood Worship Sect Master.

Just as the old god stick started the car, the Blood Worship Sect Master had already fallen from mid-air to the ground.

He slowly walked towards Han Ye and praised him: "Han Ye, although I don't want to admit it, you are indeed a respectable opponent.

Your strength is just a mere grandmaster, but when I used all my strength, you supported it for so long, and even forced me to use the strongest killing move, so I took you down.

Over the years, among the countless opponents I have encountered, a genius like you is the first.

Your strength has surpassed the Grandmaster realm, even if you are a newly promoted Innate Grandmaster, I am afraid that it will be difficult for you to do what you have done today.

I'm very glad, I'm glad that I solved you when you were weak, and if you also entered the realm of the Innate Grandmaster, then I'm afraid I won't be your opponent. ”

Speaking of this, he had already walked in front of Han Ye, with his hands behind his back, bowing his head slightly, and looking at the defeated opponent condescendingly with the attitude of a victor,

"I'll give you two choices, either you take the initiative to tell me the exercises you practice, and I will reward you with a good time, or you will tell me the exercises I want under my torture, and then be tortured to death by me.

For the sake of how many times you and I have dealt with each other, I might as well remind you that if you choose the latter, you will definitely regret it.

The old god stick also tried my methods a little, but due to time and you, he only tasted it, so he barely survived.

But you have plenty of time to savor it, and you can be assured that it's not a fun thing to do.

Now, which one do you want to choose?"

"Which one to choose?" Han Ye smiled stubbornly, "I choose to let you die, I don't know if you want to?"

The Blood Worship Sect Master's face suddenly sank: "You have fallen to such a point, it is really not a wise move to die with a duck's mouth, it seems that I have to use practical actions to tell you what a wrong choice you made." ”

Before he finished speaking, he kicked at Han Ye's dantian.

The move of the Blood Sect Master can be said to be extremely ruthless.

Because, whether it is practicing martial arts or cultivating truth, the dantian is the most important part, and it is the place where the true qi is stored.

Once the dantian is injured, it will be completely lost in cultivation and become a waste, or it will be killed on the spot.

The Blood Worship Sect Master wanted to abolish Han Ye's cultivation, so that Han Ye could no longer escape from his palm, so he could only let him knead it.

With his cruel methods, he was not afraid that Han Ye would not reveal his cultivation method.

The Blood Worship Sect Master did accurately hit Han Ye's dantian with one leg.

Han Ye snorted in a low voice, a painful look on his face.

However, the Blood Worship Sect Master felt that something was wrong.

Han Ye didn't do as he expected, his true qi immediately collapsed, and he became a useless waste.

On the contrary, when his toes bombarded Han Ye's dantian, there was a rather powerful force that surged out of Han Ye's body, almost bouncing his feet away.

That was the power in Han Ye's body, instinctively defending and counterattacking against the invading force.

"What's going on, no matter how powerful a strong man is, the dantian has been kicked so hard by me, he should immediately lose his strength and become weak, why does this kid seem to be completely unaffected?"

The Blood Worship Sect Master was full of doubts.

How did he know that Han Ye was practicing ancient divine arts, which was completely different from the current cultivation method.

Han Ye's real source of strength was in Zhihai, not Dantian.

His kick may aggravate Han Ye's injuries to a certain extent, but it is impossible to abolish Han Ye's cultivation.

Just when the Blood Worship Sect Master wanted to use his true qi to take a good look at Han Ye's body, a huge roar of a car suddenly sounded, and it quickly approached him at an extremely fast speed.

He turned his head and saw a Ferrari at full speed, as if it had gone mad, and slammed into him at a gallop.

And the person driving the car was the old god stick who was rescued by Han Ye before!

A sneer appeared on the face of the Blood Worship Sect Master.

Being hit by a sports car that is so fast, an ordinary person may be immediately knocked into the air and die on the spot.

But for an innate grandmaster like him, how could he posely pose a threat?

"I really don't know whether to live or die!" he threw out a sentence coldly, and just stood in place, without moving.

When Ferrari rushed forward, and could even see the nervous pale face of the old god stick in the driver's seat, the Blood Worship Sect Master stretched out his fist and smashed it on the front of the car.

"Boom!"

As if the front of the Ferrari had been hit by a giant sledgehammer, it immediately dented a large area.

Under the action of strong inertia and bombardment, the whole car actually flipped over, volleyed out a hundred and eighty degrees in the air, crossed the head of the Blood Worship Sect Master, and then rolled forward, until it was dozens of meters away, and then barely stopped.

By the time it came to a stop, the Ferrari was so badly damaged that it was almost falling apart, with a shattered shell and parts scattered everywhere.

If it weren't for the protection of the airbag, the old god stick would have been torn apart on the spot.

Even so, his head was bleeding, and his life and death were unknown.

Han Ye looked at the old god stick lying in a pool of blood in the distance, and then at the Blood Worship Sect Master with a face full of indifference and contempt, his eyes were blood-red and his eyes were about to split!

He tried his best, hoping to save the life of the old god stick, but he didn't expect that in the end, it was the old god stick who was killed by the blood worship sect master in order to save himself!

This is how he is not guilty, not angry!

The unprecedented rage and murderous intent poured out of his heart like a shocking wave, causing him to stand up slowly after being seriously injured.

He stared at the Blood Worship Sect Master, his fists clenched, and his muscles burst out.

He couldn't wait to kill the Blood Worship Sect Master with one punch, and he couldn't wait to break the Blood Worship Sect Master's body into ten thousand pieces!

But the cruel reality was that he was only a third-order grandmaster, and the difference in strength between him and the Blood Worship Sect Master was too great.

What's more, he was also seriously wounded and almost lost the ability to fight.

With his current state, even an ordinary person is afraid that it will be difficult to win, let alone a strong person like the Blood Worship Sect Master!

Han Ye has never wanted to defeat his opponent like he did today, and he has never been so eager for more powerful power than he is now!

If he can defeat the Blood Worship Master, he is even willing to exchange everything!

At this moment, an endless majestic voice broke through the confinement of the soul fire, and like a bell, it kept echoing in his sea of consciousness:

"You crave more power, you want to kill them, I can do all your thing!

If only you could release me from this soul fire.

I will give you the greatest power, and I will give you the ancient magic that is enough to kill him!"