Yes~~~

A loud howl!

Above the sky, a black-robed man pinched a baby with wings fiercely.

And the baby bit the black-robed neck lifelessly, gulping down.

With each puff, the red hair of the black-robed man turned pale as snow to the naked eye.

And the rank strength of this black-robed man will drop by one point.

This is the sixth!

The rebel ancestor who had half a life left was the first to die, and he didn't hold the baby's mouthful, which was terrifying!

"Save Me ........"

Yan Tian took a deep breath, his eyes were like electricity looking at the baby who was still swallowing, he didn't care about the screams and howls of the Fourth Ancestor of the Rebel Barbarian, and his left hand was fiercely held on the star-blood battle knife with a dark purple fighting spirit, and he didn't even blink his eyelids.

Suddenly, blood smeared the entire bronze war knife, and Yan Tian's black hair was visibly pale, and the corners of his eyes were wrinkled, and he instantly aged by more than ten years.

Blood Sacrifice!

But it's not your own energy that is sacrificed, it's Shouyuan!

It is also a powerful secret technique, a secret technique without side effects, but it is a hundred times more poisonous than a secret technique with side effects.

The realm of the great master of Guanze is not as powerful as the power of the Western Law Continent, only nearly two hundred years old, and the yang shou who sacrifices for ten years has to hesitate and think for a long time, at this level, every year of yang shou in this world can be broken by hand, no one wants to do this, but if you don't do it at this time, maybe the remaining yang shou will all become something swallowed in the baby's mouth.

If you don't do it, you have to do it!

"This is the time!"

Yan Tian shouted, holding the star-blood battle knife in his hand with an almost dazzling fighting spirit, and slashed at the four ancestors of the rebels and the terrifying baby.

The light of the Douqi sword was like a shadow, there was no momentum that penetrated the heavens and the earth, only a bright and almost bewitching blood.

Fast!

Soon!

It's a quick blink of an eye!

The fast Prescott simply didn't have time to react.

The blood-colored shadow of the knife penetrated the white jade delicate skin, and passed by in an instant.

"Huh"!

A cracking, hissing sound painfully resounded through the heavens, and the shadow of the sword pierced through its body, leaving a terrifying thin line on it.

It's not a line, it's a knife edge!

It's just that the knife is too fast, and after the fast knife qi penetrates the body, the body has not yet reacted, and there are only small blood beads on the knife edge, but the meridians of the whole body are cut, and the swallowing technique is interrupted, and the pain caused by the backlash can still be sensed in the depths of the soul in an instant.

"Squeak!"

The cuteness just now suddenly disappeared, and with a bloody mouth, he looked back at the place where the knife shadow came from with a hideous face, and roared at it.

After the roar, his face seemed to be more distorted in pain, and he glanced at his waist alone, from the head to the waist ribs, a piercing knife was slowly exploding, and a pair of wings behind him slipped off one.

A quick cut!

The baby roared twice, and its severed wings slipped off, enough to see the speed of a knife.

Yan Tian was stunned, there was no blood!

There were only a few beads of blood under the baby's white skin, and the knife almost split the baby in half, not to mention the strands of blood spilled on the ground, not a single drop.

Not a living person!

This was the only thought that flashed through his mind, and Yan Tian was stunned, looking at the terrifying baby who was still holding the neck of the four ancestors who had been split in half by him, and he didn't dare to think about it at all.

The old trick was repeated, and before the baby could recover from the pain, he instantly slashed out again.

This knife is even harder!

Just now, his black hair turned into white hair, and there were more crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, and after this knife, Yan Tian's entire body suddenly became a rickets, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out, almost falling from the air to the ground.

This is the last knife, and he can't swing it, and there are restrictions on the secret arts, the first knife has a ten-year lifespan, the second knife has a twenty-year lifespan, and the third knife he doesn't have the courage to swing it at all, because he doesn't know how much lifespan will be taken away after the third knife is swung, but he can perceive it, it's definitely not forty years!

Powerful Hell Abyss Devil's Technique.

But the devil never does good deeds and does not ask for anything in return, what you give is strength, and what you receive is longevity.

Yan Tian vomited blood from his mouth, and cracked his mouth and laughed.

The second swing is enough, there is no need to swing the third one!

The baby with only one wing left, before he could react, Yan Tian's second knife had already arrived, this knife was even more powerful than the previous one, and it passed diagonally towards the baby.

The baby's face, which was still distorted in pain just now, watched the aftermath of the fighting spirit smash a majestic mountain on the earth, and then looked at Yan Tian sluggishly, and finally turned to his own body.

Slipped!

Two knives cut a cross-shaped knife wound.

The petite body was directly broken into five pieces, and the sluggish baby seemed to use his hands to catch the broken body, but the hands were no longer connected to the body, and only a lone head was left floating in the sky.

Silent cry of fear!

Yan Tian finally saw despair on the face of this terrifying baby.

The baby wanted to scream, but he didn't make a sound, because Yan Tian's knife had cut his throat out.

The throat is connected to the body, and if you want to shout, it may be possible to fall to the ground and splic.

The baby's face was full of horror in the air, staring at the gloomy face of the sky, and finally his eyes seemed to turn to Prescott who had brought him out.

But at this time, there was no time, and gravity pulled the lonely head and fell rapidly towards the earth!

"Finally dead!"

Yan Tian, whose waist was already rickety, spit out a mouthful of turbidity, six of the seven ancestors of the rebel barbarian died, and there was still one remnant of the fourth ancestor, who sacrificed thirty years of life to kill such a thing, which made him have to turn his head and look solemnly at the white-robed man who was lying on the ground caressing his chest and vomiting blood.

This man had shouted in front of him that his name was Prescott.

Yan Tianjue, he does have the capital to say it again, and this name can be remembered for a lifetime.

"You can only summon one of these things, right?

"Heh! Pain is the cultivation of the world, and it is just a mortal human womb, but the churning of the sea of spiritual consciousness is a little uncomfortable. ”

Prescott watched Yan Tian talk to him, stood up tremblingly, and sneered at him, the baby's death almost shattered his soul.

It's blood-fed!

Imitation of dark spells, powerful combat power cultivated with essence blood, after the death of this thing, the side effects are comparable to the evil of dark magic, and the owner is not much better, even if he is not dead, he has to shed his skin.

"I can still laugh out, it's different from the upper realm, you know, you ruined my detachment. ”

Yan Tian stared at Prescott and said leisurely.

"Huh!"

Prescott sneered, feeling that this man was a little ridiculous, and he ruined this person's detachment?

It was he who saved this world from being torn to pieces by hell!

How did it become the words of his mouth?

"Ahem..... Cough....... Don't you feel like you're a clown?"

Prescott clutched his lungs that were about to explode and looked at the sky with disdain.

Until now, he didn't know the name of this man.

Don't want to know, don't care!

"I feel that way, too, but you know, at least my knife isn't a clown!"

Yan Tian took a deep look, and slashed at him with a knife!

No time.

Heaven and earth are healing, and the shattering of the Guanze world due to the successful establishment of the Western Void Teleportation Method is slowly healing.

The establishment of the Void Teleportation Method of one world is not enough to collapse the consciousness of this world, and the world consciousness will go from being broken to self-repairing after this wave of adventuring, and when the boundary wall is completely repaired, he wants to completely transcend this world, and there is not even the slightest hope.

He is either the most powerful of the gods of Guanze in the past dynasties, or his powerful mentor has not escaped this world, and when the world boundary wall is healed, he can only be trapped in the death prison city.

Killing this person, and then killing the forty-three people of the same rank who fell into this world, was his only hope!

Blatantly attacked!

Prescott looked at the sword shadow that filled the heavens, sneered mockingly, and said to him: "It's not an exaggeration to say that you are a frog at the bottom of the well, thinking that I can be slaughtered by you without the evil spirit of the gods?

With the last roar, Prescott stomped his big foot, and his body, which was still weak just now, had already jumped into the sky, and out of nowhere he pulled out a dazzling staff in his hand, and a bright giant eagle burst out of the magic core of the staff.

As soon as the iron wings flapped, the countless blades of Dou Qi that flew in him slapped into the sky with Dou Qi light feathers, and Prescott's mouth began to chant rapidly.

"Would you like to help?"

One of the mentors asked, looking at Malediz in front of him.

The great sect of the Bright Department fought eight of them, killed a full six, and finally released the evil spirit of the god was smashed by two swords, this kind of blood-fed thing definitely made him uncomfortable, he didn't worry about the life or death of this person, and the one that came out of the Bright Sect Temple had nothing to do with him, what he cared about was the Void Teleportation Method!

"Devon and Scan, vice presidents, specially instructed not to move, just watch. ”

Malediz looked at everything in front of him with his hands behind his back, his old face expressionless.

"But...... But ......"

"No, but the Word of Otis. ”

"Holy Master?"

"Hmm!"

This mentor stopped talking, he is a high-level rank, let alone a holy master, he has never seen it, he doesn't even have the qualifications to mix in this kind of person's affairs.

Yan Tian swung more than twenty knives to smash the goshawk full of violent breath, and looked at Prescott breathlessly, he had to explain that he was here like this, and this person was still singing.

Looking back at the towering Ancestral Tower, he felt a bit of a waste to use this thing for an existence of the same rank.

This is not used to deal with this white robe, this is used to deal with the forty-three existences of the same rank, and it is also used to use it for its own transcendence.

How!!!!