Facing this galaxy sword light that seemed to fall from the sky, feeling the domineering sword intent inside, the blood demon did not dare to rely on his physical body, and immediately withdrew the huge ghost claws that attacked Moyu, and at the same time roared angrily, a cyan wind appeared out of thin air, like a wall blocking his head.

I only heard the sound of tinkling bells continuously, and from a distance, countless silver-white sword shadows fell from the sky and bombarded the wind wall, as if the rainstorm falling from the sky hit a huge umbrella, and the sound came and went.

Wang Fan held the sword in his right hand, his coat fluttering, his expression was cold, and he slowly fell from the sky like a maple leaf.

"Boy, I didn't expect me to underestimate you, and you can sneak in without touching the formation. The head of the Blood Demon looked at Wang Fan, a little surprised, but his tone quickly changed, and he said with a smile, "It's a pity, if you don't come back, you can still save a life, but you want to come back and die, Jiji, since that's the case, I will accept your little life." ”

The Blood Demon's extremely arrogant voice echoed in the spacious hall, but Wang Fan ignored him, completely ignoring the threatening words.

His lungs were about to be blown up at the moment, especially when he saw the tears on Xiaoyu's cheeks that had not yet dried, and his heart was as painful as a knife, he looked at Mo Yu, his eyes were full of love and pity.

Mo Yu didn't know why, it stands to reason that when a strange man showed this kind of look to her, she should be like sitting on pins and needles, very uncomfortable, but when Wang Fan looked at her distressedly, her eyes were full of tenderness and pity, she didn't feel uncomfortable, but had a sense of déjà vu, and her heartbeat was inexplicably faster, but soon, she was frightened by this thought of herself, and quickly turned her head to look to the side, avoiding Wang Fan's gaze.

Wang Fan retracted his gaze, slowly turned around, and looked at the Blood Demon head suspended in the air not far away, but his face had become terrifying, his face was blue, as if a layer of frost had been condensed, and a pair of eyes were burning with anger, as if he could incinerate everything, and the rich killing intent was released, locking the Blood Demon head.

Damn! Dare to bully Xiaoyu! Wang Fan has never been so angry, nor has he wanted to kill people so much, but at this moment, he is really angry.

This is the person he thinks about day and night, his feelings for Xiao Yu can be said to be afraid of melting in his mouth, holding it in the palm of his hand for fear of falling, if Xiao Yu is sad, he is extremely self-blaming, and he can't wait to stab himself twice, not to mention tears? How uncomfortable should Xiao Yu be? She is so strong that she is in tears, when she thinks of this, Wang Fan is really broken, and she is very sorry.

At the same time, he was also furious like never before, and he wanted to devour the culprit alive!

The head of the Blood Demon wanted to say something to stimulate him and taunt him.

But just as he wanted to open his mouth, the dense sword light flew over like a bullet, holding back the words of the blood demon to his mouth, and immediately used ghost magic to deal with it.

For a long time, Wang Fan thought that he had experienced many winds and waves, and he also felt that no matter what kind of things he was facing, he could know what to do and face it calmly, but he didn't expect to be stimulated by Xiaoyu's tears, and he instantly became furious, and the whole person was in a state of extreme anger.

Say what calmly, say what calmly, I want to crush you now, drain your soul and refine your soul, and make you regret coming to this world, if you regret making Xiaoyu cry, I won't let you go!

"Drink!"

Wang Fan roared angrily, the Panying Sword also seemed to feel the anger of its master, the sword body trembled, emitting bursts of buzzing, and as Wang Fan's sword trick was cast, the Panying Sword suddenly burst out with terrifying sword light.

"Kill yourself!"

The head of the blood demon is angry, for so many years, he has never met an opponent who is more horizontal than him, but today I don't know what kind of evil he has committed, he has encountered two in a row, one is more fierce than the other!

The previous madman burned his soul and wanted to scare him, and after burning his soul, he actually blew himself up again, which was ruthless enough! This one is even more speechless, and he will do it directly when he comes up, and he will not talk nonsense with him at all.

Roar!

The Blood Demon head roared angrily, opened its mouth and spit out a mouthful of demonic qi, and the demonic qi rose against the wind, turning into countless yin soldiers with teeth and claws, and a hideous form.

Although these Yin soldiers are transformed by energy, they are all lifelike, and their power is amazing, they are no different from real Yin soldiers, and even under the influence of blood demon qi, their strength is very terrifying.

Some of these fierce-looking Yin soldiers were carrying swords, some were holding spears, some were holding shields, and some were riding tall and sturdy horses, all of them roared, roared, and charged, and in an instant, they collided with the overwhelming sword qi that Wang Fan slashed out.

Dangdangdang

The fierce sound of golden chirp shook the sky like a tide.

In an instant, people turned over on their backs, dusty, chaotic, this place is not large, even if it is reduced to a formation form, but it is not much bigger than the previous ancient temple, such a closed room, there is such a fierce confrontation, the movement is not a little bit.

The entire ground and walls shook, and countless dust and gravel fell from the top of their heads, and the formation was turbulent, looking crumbling.

One by one, the sword qi shattered, turned into streamers and dissipated in the air, and one by one the Yin soldiers were destroyed, and they also turned into nothingness, becoming energy free in the air.

Wang Fan never stopped from the moment he shot, a sword was faster than a sword, a sword was sharper than a sword, he was angry and shot without any reservations, his body was full of anger, and he was extremely terrifying.

But how could the blood demon be easy to deal with? With a casual breath, he turned into countless Yin soldiers, counteracting Wang Fan's full bombardment, how similar is this kind of magic method to the Taoist "scattering beans into soldiers"?

But Wang Fan was furious in his heart, so he didn't care about this, he only had one idea at the moment, that is, the ugly head in front of him was rubbed on the ground, ground into powder, and then used to fertilize the bonsai at home!

Wang Fan saw that his attack didn't work at all, and thought that ordinary means couldn't buy the other party at all, so his pupils contracted suddenly, and the cold light was cold.

Zheng!

The Panying Sword was suspended out of thin air, the tip of the sword was downward, and the white sword qi circled around the sword body.

Wang Fan's eyes were cold, his eyes were like electricity, his tongue was full of spring thunder, he posed with both hands, and pinched the seal.

"Sanqing Dao Ancestor, Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, borrow my divine thunder, cleanse demons, dissipate the ghost, retreat, all kinds of evil, ashes!"

Wang Fan finished speaking word by word, then raised his eyes to look at the Panying sword suspended in front of him, reached out and wiped it towards the blade, and a string of blood oozed out, leaving along the blade.

As the blood flowed, the sword body trembled slightly, and when the blood flowed to the tip of the sword, the Panying Sword actually let out an excited roar.

(End of chapter)