Bang bang bang, three consecutive drum-like sounds echoed on the Red Styx Island, the first was the sound of Wang Yi's fist hitting the fanged crocodile, the second was the sound of the fanged crocodile's huge body smashing on the ground and the earth cracked, and the third was the sound of Yama's white bone body being pulled back by the fanged crocodile's tail.

The fanged crocodile is worthy of the name of rough skin and thick flesh, although Wang Yi's fist evolved with Yama's white bone body is contaminated with a little yin and yang qi, its power is comparable to that of the inferior supernatural powers, but after all, it is still difficult to cause major damage to the fanged crocodile, and for this, although Wang Yi is a little pity, he is not disappointed, after all, the fanged crocodile is also a veritable true demon blood beast, and its strength is undoubted.

And just when Wang Yi, Xin Shi Niang and the three true demon blood beasts were at war, the tide of blood beasts swept in again, covering the Red Styx Island with a faint layer of blood, but I don't know if it was a coincidence, whether it was an irrational blood beast or a monk who was forced to fight, they all tacitly stayed away from the battlefield of Wang Yi, Xin Shi Niang and the true demon blood beast.

"Brother, you stay in the courtyard, don't go out. ”

After speaking, without waiting for Zhao Chuan's reaction, Zhao Ning hurriedly walked out, the beast tide rose again, as Wang Yi's disciple, she was duty-bound, and looking at the back of Zhao Ning leaving, although Zhao Chuan wanted to open his mouth and let his sister stay with him and not go out, but he swallowed the words again when the words came to his mouth a few times, and at this moment he could only helplessly watch his sister who was dependent on him leave, and he couldn't do anything.

Of course, in the case of the resurgence of the beast tide, there is warmth and indifference, in order to survive, some people even let their relatives and friends block the knife for themselves, which can be said to be nothing more than the same in life.

However, regardless of the changes of the people on the island, at this moment, Wang Yi's heart was boiling with murderous intent.

Roar, being hit in the head by Wang Yi's punch, his body hurt, the fanged crocodile couldn't help but let out an angry roar, his limbs were strong, looking at the backward figure of Yan Luo's white bone body, it immediately wanted to pounce and tear it to pieces, but at this time it suddenly found that its body couldn't move. I don't know when the black water that Aoi Mizuri evolved from the Aoi Water God Thunder quietly spread under its body, and like a living thing, it pulled out tentacles one by one to firmly bind its limbs in place, making it unable to move.

The limbs were bound, and the fanged crocodile didn't want to make another sudden effort, trying to break free from the restraints, but it was a pity that it had no effect except for the turmoil of the Mizusawa evolved by the Aoi Water God Thunder, and seeing this scene, a cold smile appeared on the originally hideous face of Yama's white bone body, which made people shudder.

Although the Kwai Water Divine Thunder is a medium-grade thunder magic power, it does not have half of the might, some only have the power of yin and softness, and what it is best at is not frontal killing, but restraint and infiltration, and this characteristic also determines its restraint on the fanged crocodile, a blood beast with rough skin and thick flesh but no wisdom, and only understands brute force.

Whew, the breeze blew, bringing a trace of blood, Yama's white bone body quietly dissipated, and Wang Yi's true body appeared between heaven and earth again, that is, at this time, the immortal sword that had been holding back the one-horned sea lion suddenly gave up the suppression of the one-horned sea lion, accompanied by thunder, and went towards Wang Yi, and in this process, I don't know what changes occurred, the figure of the immortal sword gradually dimmed, and finally disappeared in the thunder light, completely integrated with the thunder light, and turned into a wisp of purple and white thunder light or sword light that made people palpitate。

In fact, if there was a pure sword cultivator here at this moment, then he would recognize that the method Wang Yi was using was a sword cultivation that was rarely mastered by pure sword cultivators. It is a skill or secret technique of sword cultivation, and its power is terrifying, after all, the flying sword itself is famous for its sharpness, and it is even more sharp and difficult after being condensed into silk, and there is even a consensus in the cultivation world, that is, even if the sword cultivation is not the most powerful among the monks of the same level, it is definitely outstanding, which shows the power of practicing the sword into silk, but although the sword is strong, it is extremely difficult to master, in the medieval period when the sword cultivation was at its peak, many sword cultivators in the Taoist realm failed to master this skill。

And Wang Yi, a monk who is not a pure sword cultivator, can master this skill in addition to the careful teaching of Huangquan Ancestor, but also because of the strange state of the same breath and breath with the Immortal Sword, you must know that even if the sword cultivation is only sincere, it is extremely difficult to achieve such a tacit understanding with his flying sword.

Silently, the purple and translucent sword light swirled around Wang Yi's fingertips like a swimming fish, not revealing half of his might, and after a little brewing, Wang Yi did not hesitate, and with a flick of his fingers, the sword light that swirled around his fingertips disappeared into the void. At this time, he really couldn't afford to delay, because after losing the containment of the Immortal Sword, the one-horned sea lion would soon make a move.

Roar, when the danger came, although the wisdom was different, the instinct of life still made the fanged crocodile throb, his eyes were blood-red, and after he tried his strength to break free again, the fanged crocodile shook its tail vigorously, making it continue to stretch, like a spear stabbing towards Wang Yi.

A little cold light suddenly appeared, and in the face of the sudden attack of the crocodile tail, Wang Yi had no more way than to use the remaining mana to activate the magic power of the single tree to support the sky to protect his body.

Boom, the branches and leaves are scattered, although the single tree is a high-grade wood with magical powers, and the defense is outstanding, but only by taking root in the earth can it fully exert its power, Wang Yi's hasty and powerful power is always limited, plus the blow of the fanged crocodile is a life-fighting move, and it is difficult to completely block it after all.

Snort, the blood swayed, breaking through the tail end of the crocodile tail that supported the sky like the tip of a spear, and opened a big hole in Wang Yi's abdomen, and the blood flowed for a while, but it was in such a situation that he was seriously injured, but the corners of Wang Yi's mouth outlined an inexplicable smile.

At the same time, the sword light transformed by the immortal sword training sword silk grabbed the fanged crocodile and stabbed it for its life, ignoring the gap in its own defense, and suddenly a trace appeared from the void, and stabbed into the fanged crocodile's red bloody eyes with lightning speed.

The sword light was sharp, without the protection of the solid armor, the pupils of the fanged crocodile were easily pierced by the immortal sword like tofu, and after that, the sword light spoken by the immortal sword was even more used as a breakthrough, like a swimming fish, stirring up the brain pulp and internal organs of the fanged crocodile. Under such circumstances, even if the fanged crocodile had a tenacious vitality, it would soon lose its life, and since then, the second true demon blood beast on the Red Styx Island has fallen, although Wang Yi has also paid a lot of price for it.