After the Ice Palace swept away the three sects, the Blood Sect entered a state of high alert, and the silence on the entire mountain was a little terrifying.

The sect master blood immortal sat on the main hall, his face was very ugly.

Judging from the news he had obtained earlier, the people of this Ice Palace were not to be afraid, and they could solve it by sending a few masters of the Mortal Realm four or five at will. But the leader of these people, a fourfold master of the Mortal Realm, was able to kill three Mortal Realm Consummations in a few dozen moves, which obviously had immortal-level combat power, which made the Blood Immortals a little frightened.

But it's just a fright, just a kid who has not become an immortal, if he dares to come, he will kill him directly, and the only thing that makes the blood immortal jealous is the ice palace behind him.

Isn't the Ice Palace not interested in the Dragon Horn Star, how could they send their young palace master at this time, is it for the saint relics, this is not very right, there have been several saint relics in the past, and no one from the Ice Palace has come, and the information in this is incomprehensible.

The reason why the blood immortals don't take the initiative to attack is because of the rat bogey.

"Ice Palace, Ice Palace!"

The Blood Immortal recited silently twice, and anger rose in his eyes, the four sects including the Black Sun Sect were all his subordinate forces, and the Ice Palace did this, which immediately reduced his power greatly, and now the other big forces on the Dragon Horn Star are watching his jokes.

"Sect Master, the people from the Ice Palace are here!"

A warrior ran in in a panic, knelt on the ground, and said loudly.

"Panic what! How many of them are there? The blood immortal's heart couldn't help jumping, it finally came, no matter what, it always had to be right.

"There's only one person." The warrior spoke.

"Alone?" The Blood Immortal was surprised, was this going to fight him alone, or was he here to make peace?

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Yan Qing stood at the foot of the mountain, looking at the mountain where the Blood Sect was located, his body was like a pine in the abyss, and he was naturally upright.

The strength of the Blood Sect is far beyond what the martial artists of the Ice Palace can deal with, all the martial artists were sent back to the station by him, Chen Xi and Gu Qing wanted to stay, but they were also rejected by Yan Qing, it would be better for him to come to this battle by himself.

The Blood Sect is one of the few major forces on the Dragon Horn Star, and the sect leader Blood Immortal is a cultivator of the Immortal Realm. Claiming to have nine lives, no one can kill him. This reminded Yanqing of the blood sorrow of three lives, and the two may be related.

Yan Qing raised his footsteps, fell step by step, and walked towards the top of the mountain, there was an inexplicable aura flowing, shocking the disciples of the Blood Sect, and they didn't dare to make a move. Along the way, Yanqing could see the corpses of many desolate beasts and humans, but these corpses were shriveled, like a piece of skin, without blood and flesh. In some places, the flowers and plants have withered and lost their vitality.

Yan Qing observed the situation of the Blood Sect and was quite shaken in his heart.

As the name suggests, the Blood Sect is a sect that cultivates Yuan Energy with blood qi, and the blood and qi of the human body are limited, and the birth is extremely slow, so in order to quickly increase the blood and qi in the body, the Blood Sect will use evil methods to absorb the life essence of external creatures and refine it into blood qi.

Blood sorrow must have something to do with it, he wasn't sure before, but now he can be sure. The claim that the Blood Immortals have nine lives is probably true.

Yanqing couldn't help but have a headache, resurrected nine times, and each time he was in full condition, this was simply a bug-like natal trick.

If he fought with an immortal nine times in a row, and every time he faced an immortal in peak condition, even if he could hardly hold on, fortunately, he was only a member of the immortal realm, which was much weaker than Wei Gong.

At this moment, a blood cloud drifted from the sky, obscuring the sky and suffocating.

"It's coming!"

Yanqing raised his head and stared at the continuous blood cloud.

"Are you here to fight, or are you here to make peace?" The voice of the Blood Immortal echoed between heaven and earth.

"A World War, of course!" Yanqing replied calmly.

"Do you Ice Palace have to be wiped out?" A red-haired middle-aged man fell from the sky and looked at Yan Qing coldly.

"Not bad!"

"I'm willing to give back double the amount of money I earned, but isn't that okay?" The Blood Immortal gritted his teeth and said, even at this time, he still had plans to make peace with the Ice Palace.

Yan Qing said quietly: "What has been done is irreparable. Even if it is returned tenfold, the Ice Palace will not accept it, there is only one battle. ”

"Okay, then I'll kill you, I'll carry your head and give it to the young palace master of the Ice Palace as a return gift." The blood immortal laughed angrily, and the red divine chains formed around his body, melting into a halberd,

The Blood Immortal slashed down with his halberd.

Rumble!

Yanqing took out the five-color divine light, turned into a five-color Dao sword, and attacked forward.

While! While!

This blood immortal is also a wild figure, his movements open and close, and every time the halberd falls, the force is terrifying, as if the sky seems to shake.

Not only that, but beams of brilliant red light burst out from the halberd, like human blood flowing, absorbing the essence of life.

Boom!

Yan Qing held the sword in his right hand, swung dozens of swords with a brush, shook out the five-colored divine light, and swung the halberd. With his left hand, he made a fist and swung his freezing fist, freezing a piece of red light into ice chips, and at the same time slaughtered the blood immortal.

Boom!

The swords and halberds slashed, and fierce sparks were encountered.

"Death!"

The blood immortal was hideous, and the halberd changed direction, blocking the five-color Dao sword, and at the same time, his fist was wrapped around the blood, and he fought against Yanqing.

Rumble!

The energy fluctuations generated by the two people fighting each other were too great, the buildings within a radius of hundreds of meters were turned into powder, and even a big mountain in the distance trembled, and some Blood Sect disciples fell to the ground, injured and bleeding.

Yan Qing's arm was sore, the tiger's mouth was almost cracked, and he was secretly surprised, although this enemy was only a recultivation of the fairyland, his combat power was not low.

The blood immortal was even more surprised, Yanqing was very powerful, the realm was one level lower than him, and the realm was one level lower than him, and he was able to draw with him, and the Ice Palace was really powerful.

Boom!

The two collided again.

"Slash the Blood Moon!"

The blood immortal roared, his figure was ercareless, and several afterimages were divided, the halberd slashed horizontally, and one after another blood fell, condensing into a large sea of blood, and there was the sound of ghosts crying, which was confusing.

In the face of such a terrible move, Yan Qing was not surprised or rejoiced, and swung the Jiuyang Fist, and the three suns smashed down.

In the battle with Bloodsorrow, he knew that what this kind of thing was most afraid of top-level flames.

The golden flame of the sun, which is the hottest sun, swept the heavens and the earth, and when it encountered blood-colored filth, it immediately played a role in restraint.

Hiss!

The blood immediately shrank, and a large part of it was burned by the golden flame of the sun, and the red light on the halberd also faded, revealing a dark and faint material, and dimmed.

The blood immortal was shocked, and snorted, the people of the Ice Palace actually knew how to fire attribute exercises and shoot flames, he couldn't have imagined it at all.

Brush!

Yan Qing seized the opportunity and stepped forward, the five-color Dao sword continued to stab out, piercing the void, and the blood immortals who hit retreated, Yan Qing's left hand condensed the light, and a fast and incomparably fast sonic punch was punched out.

Boom!

The Blood Immortal's chest dented, and it flew sideways, collapsing a piece of the building.

"Sect Master!"

Some Blood Sect disciples shouted, worried about the Blood Immortals.