Su Bai turned around and looked in the direction of the wooden building, not at all worried that Bai Wei behind him would suddenly make a move and sneak attack him, his brows furrowed, no one would know better than her, the creator, what kind of state the caster would be after casting the secret technique Ice Phoenix.

"This is the last chance, you have to hurry up and decide whether to give me the magic book or not, that little girl from the Su family can't hold on for long. Bai Wei said proudly.

Su Bai suddenly turned around and stared at Bai Wei with his eyes.

Bai Wei was unmoved, and snorted lightly: "What, now you still want to rush over to save that girl?

As soon as the words fell, the four black-clothed blood slaves stepped forward in great coordination.

Su Bai didn't take any action, because just now, she noticed two breaths, one was not weak and very unfamiliar, and the other was very familiar to herself.

Bai Wei put away his smile and looked up in the direction of the wooden building, obviously aware of it.

In the early stage of the Xuan King, the blood slave walked towards Su Qianqian step by step, and when he was only a few steps away, he stopped, raised his right hand shrouded in blood-colored Xuanguang, and grabbed Su Qianqian's slender neck.

Su Qianqian looked at the back of the black-clothed blood slave, not only was she not afraid, but laughed.

If the blood slave understands emotion, he will definitely be able to find Su Qianqian's abnormal expression, but unfortunately there is no if.

Just as he left, when the man in black was about to catch Su Qianqian, he suddenly stopped, turned around abruptly in a strange posture, and continued to hand out his right hand forward.

In the darkness of the night, a flash of swords flashed.

With a soft sound, the right hand of the man in black was neatly cut off from his wrist.

After the emaciated palm left the body, it suddenly melted into a pool of thick black liquid, and emitted a gagging smell.

The black-clothed blood slave didn't care at all, and he didn't feel the pain, and when the knife fell, his left fist, mixed with blood-colored power, swung towards the owner of the knife.

"Click!" came the crisp sound of bones breaking.

Wu Chen, who was flying upside down, rubbed his stomach and stood up with the Demon Suppression Knife, secretly thinking that this is the strength of King Xuan, it is really strong, as for the broken sternum, it is just a common thing for Wu Xiu, and he has long been used to it.

The man in black who punched Wu Chen away did not continue to pay attention to Wu Chen, turned around and handed out his left hand and continued to grab towards Su Qianqian.

And the other three men in black seemed to have nothing to do with themselves, except for blocking Su Qianqian's retreat, they kept standing aside, not moving an inch.

Seeing that the man in black once again stretched out his hand in front of Su Qianqian's neck, Wu Chen suddenly jumped, and the law phase that was several times larger appeared behind him, also holding a demon suppression knife turned by force, and slashed towards the black-clothed blood slave.

A "boom" sounded, stirring up a puff of dust, but Wu Chen frowned after landing on the ground.

The dust dispersed, leaving a deep knife mark on the bluestone floor, and the black-clothed blood slave was nowhere to be seen.

Su Qianqian suddenly exclaimed: "Brother Wu Chen in the back." ”

When the sound fell, Wu Chen smelled a strong smell of blood, and Wu Chen, who knew that the man in black was standing behind him, did not look back, because it was too slow and it would be too late.

The force condensed and formed a thick turtle-like yellow shell on its back.

Wu Chen still underestimated the strength of King Xuan's full blow.

The shattering sound of "click" remembered that the sharp cone formed by the condensation of blood-colored Xuan power easily shattered the martial shield and entered Wu Chen's body, only to see that a gap visible to the naked eye also appeared in the waist of the law phase.

With the help of momentum, Wu Chen broke away from the spot, staggered a few steps and spit out a mouthful of blood.

A slightly smiling voice sounded in his ears: Young master, do you want the old slave to take action to solve this guy who is not a human or a ghost?

Wu Chen shook his head dignifiedly, signaling that the other party did not need to make a move.

Wu Chen raised his head suddenly, his eyes emitted a dark red, and a smell of blood spread around his body, and after stimulating the Blood Burning Secret Technique, Wu Chen found that under the blood moon, his strength suddenly increased several times, and he felt extremely comfortable between breathing and breathing, and the injury he suffered just now no longer affected him.

The pale yellow giant Dharma Appearance was also shrouded in a dark red transparent coat, and the gap around his waist was also filled with dark red force.

The black-clothed blood slave in the early stage of King Xuan finally planned to deal with Wu Chen who was in the way this time.

The black-clothed man who walked towards Wu Chen step by step did not make the slightest sound.

Wu Chen took a step back, but the Great Law Picture took a step forward, and the Demon Suppression Knife in his hand was raised, meeting the blood cone in the left hand of the black-clothed blood slave.

After the short blades were connected, the law phase fell to the side without being embarrassed.

And the black-clothed blood slave also took a few steps back.

Wu Chen on the side did not stand idle, just when the two met, his figure disappeared with the help of the night, and when he resurfaced, it was after the collision between the law and the man in black, and it was exactly the same.

As soon as the black-clothed blood slave gained a firm foothold, Wu Chen's demon-suppressing knife also slashed towards his back.

At the critical moment, the black-clothed blood slave took a step to the left out of thin air, and the demon suppression knife that should have landed on his neck slashed at his right shoulder, tearing his entire right arm.

Wu Chen also received a sudden kick from the black-clothed blood slave mixed with Xuan power.

Wu Chen, who was flying upside down, struggled several times before he struggled to get up, and slightly sensed that at least three ribs in his body were broken, and they were all shattered, and it was difficult to recover for a while.

Wu Chen, who wiped the blood marks from the corners of his mouth, suddenly laughed, and the manager's smile was a little miserable, but he still laughed.

Wu Chen found that the man in black in front of him had the cultivation of King Xuan, and he was not even afraid of pain and death, but he didn't know how to be flexible.

Just like just now, it was obviously not necessary to use his right arm to resist Wu Chen's demon suppression knife, it was the fastest and easiest to manage, and he could give Wu Chen a kick back, but he lost his entire right arm, and the gains in the eyes of ordinary monks outweighed the losses, and in the eyes of the man in black, it would only be taken for granted, Wu Chen guessed that the man in black in front of him should be an existence similar to a puppet refined by others, which made Wu Chen's idea of using his strong divine sense to wipe out the other party's Zhihai was shattered, because the puppet did not have Zhihai.

The black-clothed blood slave who had lost his right arm walked towards Wu Chen casually, his steps were still gentle, and the blood-colored spike was still bright red as snow.

Wu Chen, who even took a breath and felt the stinging pain of a needle in his chest, calculated the possibility of surviving by himself, and finally found that it was zero.

Wu Chen's current cultivation is only in the late stage of the martial soul, which is equivalent to the peak of the Xuan General, even if the martial cultivation can defeat the Xuan Xiu, at most it will be better than the middle stage of the Xuan Master, and the man in black in front of him is also an early stage of the Xuan King, so that it will be difficult for ordinary monks to survive the number of the three in the face of the other party.

Wu Chen lay down on the bluestone slab relaxedly, and shouted to the air: "If you don't come out again, your young master may really die!"

A vicissitudes of life and schadenfreude voice sounded: "Hehe, the young master is waiting, and the old slave will deal with it." ”

Before a dark gray dragon-like mysterious force could take the lead, when it passed through the body of the man in black, the man in black suddenly stopped and slowly turned into a pool of thick liquid.

The blood slave of the Xuan King, who was invincible just now, died quietly like this, or died again.

Wu Chen, who was lying on the ground, looked at the blood moon above his head, but he was thinking, is this a hero to save beauty?