The boy in purple fought with the three old men for several rounds, as if he was extremely shy of those weapons that shone with black light, the boy in purple turned his sword into blood, holding a short sword made of his own blood in his hand, nailing and stepping on the side to resist the black mist that flew over the worn weapons from time to time, taking advantage of the gap between the continuous attacks of the three weapons, wanting to fly towards the highest place in the center of the entire ring.

"Heh, Xiao Lingwa is good, but it's still too tender. ”

The 'old monster' had already fled at the moment of the battle.

As if they were accustomed to seeing the old monster's act of desertion, the other three old men were unimpressed by the old monster's departure.

In their eyes, the old monster was a deserter who had been scared silly for many years.

The old man took the time to take a sip, looking at the purple-clothed boy who was circling around the four mirrors above the ring not far away, trying to shake off the weapons that kept attacking around his body, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his slightly cloudy old eyes.

As he got closer and closer to the highest point above the ring, the blood sword in the purple-clothed boy's hand became shorter and shorter, as if it had been sucked and disappeared by the black mist that was constantly eroding him around him. I saw him gritting his teeth secretly, and his body flipped flexibly, and the bloody sword in his hand was scattered at the moment when he brushed through the black mist.

The moment the blood sword came out of his hand, it immediately turned into a large net to catch the strange black qi that was constantly eroding towards the purple-clothed boy. He slickly dodged the two weapons that came from the flanking fire around him, and stepped on the hilt of the scythe that was coming at him. With a twist of his toes, it was as if a switch containing great energy had been triggered by him.

"Hum—"

There was a muffled sound, as if the sleeping dragon had been woken up. The purple-clothed boy's eyes flashed with a dazzling light, and the intense purple light seemed to melt the enclosed space, and the blazing light baked on the purple ring under his feet, and the solid purple ring actually showed some signs of being roasted!

The purple-clothed boy's entire body was wrapped in that dazzling and fiery essence at this time, and between his arms he slashed up, he jumped up with the force borrowed from the hilt of the sickle just now, like an eagle flying down, a burst of essence flashed between his arms, and a magma-like fiery entity light shot straight under the ring!

"It's ······"

At the moment of seeing the dazzling light that resembled magma, the three old men were stunned.

A strong purple light came into view, and I saw a ball of essence blooming in the center of the purple light shooting straight towards the center of the ring. The mirrors that had been inactive on all four sides of the ring seemed to have a strong response to the purple light at this time.

I saw that behind the mirror, there was an extremely inconspicuous purple lotus flower that flashed away. The lotus flower that suddenly appeared was like a wildfire, and when the light shone directly into the ring, the sound of "poof" crawled all over the mirror. The four mirrors were already burning with flames at this moment, and the slightly deformed purple mirrors seemed to have a magical attraction to the physical essence in the center of the ring, and the essence was evenly sucked into the center of the four mirrors.

The purple light "brushed" and divided into four beams, shooting at the four purple mirrors at the same time, it was violently reflected in different directions.

"Oops!"

As if he had suddenly reacted to something, an old man exclaimed. As if a word had woken up the two people beside him, the three old men glanced at each other, and in an instant, the imprints that continued to form in their hands became faster.

The black fog around the purple-clothed boy became thicker in the next moment, as if the blood-colored net had finally exhausted the last trace of strength, and the moment the three weapons shot at the purple-clothed boy in unison, the big net was torn apart.

At this moment, a brand-new purple lotus flower that had just been transformed into a new flame in the purple-clothed boy's hand turned into four petals and immediately merged into the four beams of essence after the mirror reflection.

As if receiving a great blessing, the four beams of essence immediately became extraordinarily imposing. It flew in four directions high in the angle of the confined space that was under the effect of the sealing technique.

"Boom—"

With a loud bang, as the four star-shaped formations that shone with stars were shattered by the four beams of purple rays reflected by the mirror, the spatial barrier that sealed this place was instantly shattered.

The purple-clad boy's figure spun and flown over, dodging the broken chains and rusty knives that came from his side. At the moment when the purple-clothed boy shot out the purple lotus, a bunch of blood flowers flew out.

After all, the purple-clothed boy couldn't dodge the worn-out scythe that struck him behind his back the moment he twisted out the purple lotus.

The moment the scythe touched the left side of the purple-clothed boy's body, on the worn blade, a flash of black light flashed, like a meteor crossing the sky at dawn.

As the spatial confinement technique here was broken by the powerful essence, a stream of violent energy poured out like a flood when the formation shattered.

The formation was broken, and the weapons controlled by the elders also disappeared most of their combat power at the moment when the formation was broken. The top of the dilapidated weapon seemed to suddenly dim, and with a flash of purple light, the three weapons fell to the ground with a "clang".

Fortunately, there is no rest of the decoration around the ring at this time, otherwise it will definitely turn into powder in this turmoil.

As if stunned by the scene in front of them, the four old men stared at the purple-clothed boy in front of them in horror.

"I know I'm from the Spirit Clan······ Do you know who I am?"

Looking at the old men who were still eyeing him not far away, the boy in purple slowly spoke.

"If you don't know, you should never know. ”

A low laugh, as eerie as the undead who came out of hell.

The old men hadn't reacted yet, and the seals in their hands hadn't been fully released. I could only hear the sound of "tearing", as if a poisonous snake had bitten its prey, and the small tearing sound that penetrated people disappeared in a flash.

Three old men fell to the ground.

They looked at the two large piercing bloody holes in their chests in disbelief, as if they had been burned through by something in the blink of an eye.

"Tick"

In the silence of the ring, the sound of a small drop of water was particularly harsh.

A drop of bright red blood ran down the fingertips of the boy in purple and smashed heavily into the ring at the boy's feet.

"Huh······ Hehe..."

The moment the purple-clothed boy turned around, the old man who was not dead in the pool of blood took a sip gently.

Let yourself laugh out loud.