Xue Liang was shocked back by the blow, and in addition to being shocked in his heart, he was also a little ashamed and angry, and his face roared at all the monks around him with a brutal face: "Get out of the way!"

Feeling Xue Liang's surging murderous aura, the monks under Gao Xuan Gaolu retreated to the edge of the square with some trepidation.

And Wendy Qiying and the others, under Zhao Shenbi's instructions, also avoided it from a distance, making a huge space for the two.

On the square, the two momentum rose like a land tornado, and under the distance of ten zhang, they confronted each other from afar.

Xue Liang shook his arm that was stinging with shock, and in his long, cold eyes, the killing intent was almost condensed into substance, and he swept his robe.

He stared at Zhao Shenbi and said hoarsely: "It seems that I underestimate you." ”

Zhao Shenbi's eyes were like torches, "A person who is about to die, why are you talking about this." ”

Xue Liang laughed angrily, stretched out his tongue and licked his mean lips, "You killed that kid in Fengyang, right? If you treat me as a waste like him, then you are very wrong." Moreover, I believe that there is no more terrifying sword qi in you. ”

Zhao Shenbi shook his head and sneered, "What if I killed it, just pinching an ant to death." It's just that the shameless old guy of your Blood Luo Sect who made a sneak attack is still a bit weighty. Don't say it's that old guy, even your Blood Luo Sect will be trampled to the ground by me sooner or later. As for you, do you use a slaughtering knife to kill chickens?"

As soon as these words came out, Xue Liang was so angry that his whole body trembled, and after saying three good words in a row, he suddenly slapped his eyebrows, and his blood spurted out.

A blood-colored figure like blood poured out of Xue Liangmei's heart, his body was almost the same as Xue Liang's, his face was blurred, and he held a terrifying giant axe several zhang in size with him, and slashed at Zhao Shenbi's head!

On top of this giant axe, the unjust souls are entangled, turning into twisted faces, constantly roaring and roaring.

Zhao Shenbi was shocked, and immediately had the illusion that he was cut off by the waist, and even a sharp pain came from his waist.

Black lightning gushed out, and he immediately held the chasing lightning in his hand, pulled the bowstring almost to break, and fired three arrows in a row, turning into three violent arrow lights, which exploded on the surface of the giant axe.

However, these three ash thunder arrows only made the giant axe slash down on Zhao Shenbi's shoulders, splashing out a dazzling blood flower.

Zhao Shenbi's expression was indifferent, and under the starry body, a faint layer of gold emerged again, clamping the giant axe to his shoulder!

Xue Liang and the blood-colored war spirit together did not pause at all, decisively let go of the giant axe, and each conjured up a blood-drenched terrifying giant hand, one left and one right towards Zhao Shenbi's head.

Xue Liang shot extremely fast, but Zhao Shenbi was faster!

He held Yu Shen in his left hand, like holding a pitch-black electric dragon, and stabbed at the center of the blood-colored war spirit's eyebrows, while his right hand suddenly clenched into a fist, causing the air to explode instantly, like a cannonball, slamming towards Xue Liang's chest.

Two blood-colored hands struck with the power of Wan Jun, and although they could not tear Zhao Shenbi's steel-like flesh apart, they also left several terrifying wounds on his face and chest.

At the same time, the blood-colored figure was pierced through the center of the eyebrows by the remaining ash, and under the gray thunder light, it let out a sharp and piercing chirp, and the blood all over the body had a tendency to wither and wither, and immediately retreated backwards in horror.

And Xue Liang himself was under Zhao Shenbi's punch, his body was hit hard, he spit out a mouthful of blood with internal organs, and flew backwards again.

Then on Xue Liang's cold face, there was a joy that the conspiracy had succeeded, his hands pinched, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Disease!"

Circles of strange blood-colored runes immediately appeared on Zhao Shenbi's right hand, and after Xue Liang's order, they spun up rapidly, locking Zhao Shenbi's entire right arm and strangling him wildly.

Zhao Shenbi's face was shocked, and he found that his right hand was as if it no longer existed, and he had completely lost any sense.

At the same time, the huge axe on his shoulder was bloody, and he once again exerted force out of thin air, wanting to completely cut off Zhao Shenbi's left arm!

Zhao Shenbi's face was solemn, and his whole body was even more golden, and there was a trace of pure and solemn golden light, which made the soul of the giant axe linger as if exposed to the rapid rotation, and there was a feeling that he was going to be broken inch by inch, if he hadn't broken the barrier of his body and touched the threshold of the King Kong realm, I am afraid that Zhao Shenbi would have been torn to pieces.

The spiritual power of his body flowed, turning into terrifying plasma as black as ink, and after wrapping his arm layer by layer, he barely suppressed this blood-colored rune.

Without waiting for him to have any time to breathe, just below the ground, dozens of pairs of ghost hands with flesh and skin open, leaving only flesh and blood, suddenly grabbed him, setting off a gust of fishy wind.

The blade swept, like a raging wind passing through, and immediately cut off countless arms, but when he was caught off guard, Zhao Shenbi's legs were still grabbed one after another, and there were traces of filthy blood constantly penetrating under the skin.

At the same time, the blood-colored war spirit was like a phantom, slaughtering again, his eyes flashing with monstrous hatred, and his five fingers formed claws, and he grabbed Zhao Shenbi's heart fiercely.

Zhao Shenbi breathed rapidly, and his body retreated backwards again, directly behind the crumbling road wall, a long avenue that meandered forward, and he didn't know where to go.

Xue Liang is worthy of being the real Taoist son of the contemporary Blood Luo Sect, far from being the quasi-Taoist son of Fengyang who has a name for himself, not to mention the cruelty and ruthlessness of his shots, and the means are endless, although he did not cause any fatal damage to Zhao Shenbi for the time being, but it also made him embarrassed.

Just as his heart flickered, a trace of blood suddenly appeared in the air behind him, which spread out in an instant, condensing into a large mouth of blood, as if he was about to swallow Zhao Shenbi into it.

Zhao Shenbi's forehead was bruised, obviously a little angry, regardless of any backlash, he actually exchanged injuries for injuries with a ferocious fight, and smashed the bloody mouth with one punch.

The blood-colored war spirit ghost claw came immediately, grabbing it on Zhao Shenbi's chest, but it made a sharp sound, as if it was grasping on a stubborn stone, and it was only less than an inch into the flesh and blood, and it couldn't go any deeper.

Xue Liang was shocked in his heart, with the power of the claw of his natal war spirit, even if it was the strong body of a third-order demon beast, he was afraid that he would be directly disemboweled, but it only left a deep scratch on Zhao Shenbi's body.

Zhao Shenbi's shoulder slammed into the blood-colored war spirit, knocking it into a staggering figure, and fell backwards, and the blood and qi all over his body continued to roll, to unload this monstrous force.

In an instant, Zhao Shenbi bowed slightly, turned to his left hand to hold the knife and swept across, drawing an accurate circle in mid-air, as if giving birth to a pitch-black thundercloud, which instantly enveloped the blood spirit and almost cut his body apart.

The blood-colored war spirit retreated with a look of resentment and pain on his face, and just a few steps away, in the void behind him, a dagger as black as ink suddenly flew out, turning into a black crow, and instantly pierced his skull!

Seeing that the war spirit was injured, black blood gushed out from Xue Liang's seven orifices, he endured the sharp pain in his head, and continued to pinch and cast spells, giving birth to a pair of pale fleshy wings from his back, and his hands turned into two bloody claws the size of a few feet, setting off a gust of wind, like blood-colored lightning, about to penetrate Zhao Shenbi's body!

Under Zhao Shenbi's quick reaction, his body deviated slightly, and he dodged the terrifying blow of the stormy shore, but a large piece of flesh and blood was still torn apart from his shoulder, and wisps of brilliant golden blood flowed out.

This series of encounters seems to be long, but in fact it is just between lightning and flint, which can be described as one ring after another, extremely dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will fall into a place of no return.

However, Zhao Shenbi did not have any fear, but under the stimulation of the life and death crisis, there was a feeling of meeting an opponent in chess and meeting a good talent, and every trace of flesh and blood was excited, and a monstrous battle spirit broke out.

He reached out and pressed the wound on his shoulder to stop the gushing blood, and then grinned, "Is that all? ”

Before the words fell, Xue Liang felt an indescribable life-and-death crisis suddenly appear in his heart, making his eyelids jump suddenly.

Zhao Shenbi's tall and thin figure suddenly erupted with a terrifying suction that devoured everything!

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