Blood Curse.

It is a low-level blood path spell with a wide range of attacks, and it can only be cast with a large amount of blood, and the requirements for the caster are quite high, Zhou Zheng's current cultivation is only just able to use it, and it will consume about sixty or seventy percent of his mana.

This spell can be said to be extremely effective against low-level immortal cultivators, with erosive and penetrating properties, even if there are spiritual weapons and talismans with defensive functions on the body, it is difficult to resist such a dense attack.

As for these heroes and martial arts masters in front of them, relying solely on their physical and internal strength, they are all useless in the face of the blood killing curse.

A series of subtle and dense needle punctures of blood, shaped like ten thousand arrows, instantly pierced the bodies of many heroes of the rivers and lakes, no matter how useless it was to defend, a terrible and chilling scream rose one after another, and then the figures fell one by one like the wind blowing wheat waves.

Only the heads of the five major factions who had besieged Zhou Zheng before dodged and defended under the attack of the Blood Killing Curse and struggled to support.

They are all the best of the first-class masters, close to the famous figures of the grandmaster, and their internal cultivation has reached a certain level, and they are also skilled, and they react quickly, but they will not die tragically under the attack of the blood killing curse.

However, serious injuries are inevitable.

When the offensive of the Blood Killing Curse stopped, Zhou Zheng retracted the little mana that was left, his skin was covered with a pale golden color, his hands turned silver black again, and he glanced at the few remaining people in the hall with cold eyes.

But seeing that the main hall was drenched in blood, with stumps and broken arms and tattered blades scattered everywhere, a disgusting bloody aura permeated the entire hall.

Guo Rong, the head of the Emei faction, Li Huaguang, the head of the Huashan faction, He Sanpin, the head of the Kunlun faction, the master of the Shendao Sect, and Yun Lansheng, the head of the Cloud Sword Sect, are in different directions, relying on the walls and stone pillars to support their bodies, their clothes are covered with blood, there are a few wisps of blood hanging from the corners of their mouths, their faces are ugly, and they are panting, showing their embarrassment.

However, there are a few exceptions, Zhang Yifeng of the Yashan Sect, together with a few elders and disciples under his sect, did not receive much offensive influence from the Blood Killing Curse because he hid in the corner early, but he was only slightly injured, but he was completely frightened by Zhou Zheng's methods.

For Zhou Zheng, the situation has not changed in the slightest, and it is still under his control.

The heads of the five major factions are all slaughtering at the moment, and Zhou Zheng is not polite, he still needs to deal with the matter here as soon as possible, so that he can rush outside to solve the ambush of Dongchang Xiaoxiao, as well as the two grandmasters of Shaolin Wudang.

Seeing Zhou Zheng approaching step by step, the heads of the five major factions involuntarily showed a trace of despair on their faces, scanning left and right in an attempt to find a glimmer of life, and finally their eyes fell on Zhang Yifeng and the others.

Before everyone faces a desperate situation, they will grasp any straw that seems to be able to save their lives.

Zhang Yifeng and a few people are a life-saving straw they are looking forward to.

"Master Zhang, don't deal with this demon yet, his methods are strong, and he will definitely consume a lot, only you have a chance to deal with this fang, otherwise we will all die here!"

Yun Lan Shengqiang took a breath of internal qi and shouted out this sentence loudly, hoping to use Zhang Yifeng and a few people to gain a glimmer of life. Otherwise, according to Zhou Zhengfang's temperament, several of them would not be able to escape death.

Although the rest of the people did not speak, they were all recovering with all their might, suppressing their injuries and accumulating the last fighting strength.

Hearing this, Zhou Zheng was expressionless, stopped his steps, and looked at Zhang Yifeng and the others.

"Self-proclaimed acupuncture, I can spare your lives."

The voice is indifferent and ruthless, and he speaks in the most ordinary tone, and with the ink-colored gown, it really gives people a sense of déjà vu of the villain.

Zhang Yifeng, who had just been awakened by Yun Lansheng's words, but because of Zhou Zheng's words and those devilish eyes, the terrifying scene of Fang Cai's blood-colored eyes was once again filled in front of them, and the color of fear eroded the whole body.

Seeing this, Zhou Zheng no longer looked at Zhang Yifeng and the others, and immediately walked towards the nearest coldness and began to use the planned prohibition measures.

Zhang Yifeng and the others did not make a move in the end, and this result completely shattered the glimmer of hope in the eyes of the heads of the five major factions......

……

Outside the main hall.

The original bluestone brick-paved Lianwu Square, carved railings and columns, all turned into a mess at this moment.

The air was filled with a layer of post-explosion soot, and the ground was mottled with stones, making it difficult to discern the original road, completely ruining the area.

Not far away, the four figures fought in the fading smoke and dust, but there was no earth-shattering fierceness before, but there was a kind of powerlessness in the twilight of twilight.

Bang! Bang!

After two muffled sounds, Master Wunian and Tianji Zhenren were successively defeated by blood slaves and blood zombies, and fell to a piece of rubble ruins, spitting out a mouthful of blood, their faces turned black, and their expressions were horrified.

Immediately, two figures quickly appeared in front of them, their clothes in tatters, revealing their true colors.

The blood slave's face flashed with blood-colored marks, and the one-horned demon pattern on his chest was lifelike, exuding a strange blood light, and the wounds of different sizes on his body were slowly repaired, and the smell of blood was pungent.

Blood stiffness, it is a green-faced fang, and the whole body is black-brown like a metal infusion, with a layer of hard color. However, in many places on his body, there were scars of different depths. There are palm prints, paw prints, and many potholes and wounds. In several places, flesh and bones were exposed, and a bloody stench escaped from the wound.

Master Wunian and Tianji Zhenren looked at the two monsters in front of them, and there was a sense of powerlessness all over their bodies.

Soon after they started fighting, they noticed that something was wrong with the two monsters in front of them.

Not to mention the strong body and hard defense, he can hardly accept the fists and sword claws of the two of them, and he is not afraid of injury at all, it is all a fierce fighting style of exchanging injuries for injuries and fighting for his life.

Moreover, the attacks of these two monsters contain strange poison, and the breath on their bodies can also confuse people's minds and disturb their internal strength and pranayama, even if their internal skills are extremely profound, they can't resist it, and they slowly fall into the way.

The reason for this was that a large amount of explosives were planted in the area, and they were seriously injured because they were not aware of the power of the explosives in advance. was attacked by two monsters again, and finally ended up like this.

Otherwise, even if you lose the battle, you can leave calmly.

"Wu Nian, have you ever guessed the origin of these two monsters, they are definitely not from the Demon Sect...... Ahem. ”

In the current situation, Tianji Zhenren has no hope, it seems that he knows that he is going to die here, but he has an impulse to know about the origin of the blood slave's blood stiffness.

Maybe that's what it's called - to die is to die.

"The old man must know something, but he is not sure. These two men were not alive, but dead bodies. There are many similarities with the short-lived corpse chasers in southern Xinjiang, and the zombies in them have many similarities. ”

Master Wunian also had the same idea, he seemed to be more down-to-earth about life and death, but he was also eager to find out the origin of the monster in front of him. Otherwise, when such two monsters enter the rivers and lakes, it will inevitably set off a bloody storm, countless sects will be destroyed, countless lives will be killed, and the catastrophe set off by the Demon Sect ten years ago will be reproduced!

"Corpse Sweepers...... The great monk has some knowledge, but there are only some similarities. The gap is a thousand miles away. ”

At this moment, an indifferent voice drifted into the ears of Master Wunian and Tianji Zhenren, causing the two who were seriously injured and dying to divert their attention and fall on a fast-moving figure.

"It's him."

Both Master Wunian and Tianji Zhenren could hear that it was the young man who was with the two monsters in front of him.

It's just that the young man moved to the outside of the square, not towards them, but towards the outside of the square, and I can't help but guess the purpose of this person.

After a few breaths, a rain of locust-like arrows rained down from a spot outside the square, accompanied by roars and sneers.

The blood slave and the blood zombie swept in the direction of Zhou Zheng almost at the same time.