On the Nine-Fold Palace Heavenly Dojo. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The first battle between good and evil has begun.

Cult of the Evil God, there is a spiritual needle hole in the back, there is the elite of the Ninefold Palace on the left, there is the Ninefold Palace Venerable Master on the right, and there are the five old stars of the Ninefold Palace in front.

It can be said that there are enemies on all sides.

However, everyone present looked determined and did not panic in any way.

Blood Wugui is holding a long knife, and the knife technique in one hand is extremely sharp, opening and closing, and the fighting style is extremely unrestrained.

Daoguang glimpsed, killing in and out of the crowd, and his fierce performance formed a great contrast with his weak and unruly appearance.

No one dared to underestimate him, because everyone in the Orthodox Alliance knew that this person was the master of the Blood Blade Hall, and he had always been known for his ferocity.

After the blood was gone, the five Black Wind Demons tried their best to cut a way in the face of the impact of the sea of people.

Although the Blood Blade Hall is the hall with the smallest number of people in the Cult, it has to be said that the combat power of the Blood Blade Hall is fiercer than that of other halls.

The Orthodox League of the Left Wing was cut out of six ways.

In addition to the blood without return, the most powerful in the Blood Blade Hall are the two of Black Wind and Greedy Wolf, and the battle is soaring, encouraging the fighting spirit of others.

Having survived so many battles with fewer victories, the Blood Blade Hall had nothing to fear, and they had no scruples in the face of the sea of people in the True Alliance.

If they want to die, they died in the battle between good and evil back then, and if it weren't for the sect leader sacrificing his life to save them, they wouldn't have survived now.

This life is given up for the sake of the sect leader!

The people of the Zhengmeng were not surprised to see that the six of them had fought their way out.

The white-eyed Daoist of the Nine Folds Palace screamed, jumped lightly, and came to the front of the blood without return.

"If you don't make a move, I'm afraid you're going to make a fuss!" said the white-eyed Taoist with a whisk in his hand, and said in a strange voice.

The blood on the blade of the knife was flicked without a return, and the white hair was windless, and it instantly bloomed its own momentum, and said coldly: "Hmph, if you have a kind, come and try it." ”

"Don't be proud!" The white-eyed Taoist waved the dust, and his body was swift, like a white light.

Mysterious and mysterious, wonderful and wonderful.

It's just a breath away.

There was a gash on the blood without returning, and the speed was staggering.

The white-eyed Taoist appeared in the air and landed steadily, he laughed and said, "Boy, when the old man debuted, you were still in your mother's womb." ”

"Oh?" A scar appeared on his right hand at this time, which was caused by the strange body technique that the White Eyebrow Daoist had just used.

He stared at the old man fiercely, not daring to be careless.

"It's my turn!"

Blood Without a Return took the initiative to attack, and the chain chopping knife in his hand emitted a terrifying dark light, and the momentum was like a rainbow.

The white hair fluttered in the wind, and the blade of the blade broke through the air, making waves that seemed to tear the space.

The momentum is strong and heavy, and the fierceness and ruthlessness in the knife are brought into full play, and there is a momentum that there is nothing under the knife.

The white-eyed Taoist jumped in the air, waved the dust and white hair in his hand, impartially, and swept the blade of blood.

"It's too slow!"

The Taoist once again used his body technique, like a white charm, to break the powerful blow of bloodless return, and hit it with one palm.

I felt a numbness in my chest, and I pulled the chain knife hard, but to no avail, and was swept up in the dust.

"Blood is no return, others are afraid of you, but I am not afraid of you!" Bai Mei Dao saw that he had the advantage, and not only smiled proudly.

The blood did not come down to receive this palm, took a few steps back, and the chain chopping knife was taken out of his hand.

As soon as the dust was pulled, the blade of the bloody blade was swept away by the white-eyed Daoist.

"The old man knows that you have always been famous for your knife skills, and if you have no weapons, see how you come to fight!"

The blood is silent, staring at the enemy, the weak appearance, and the lack of weapons make people look very easy to deal with.

The white-eyed Daoist screamed and rushed towards the blood again.

Same moves, same moves.

Like a white ghost, it is imperceptible to the naked eye, and a hurricane rolls in, approaching blood.

Blood has no return, and his expression is firm, staring at the enemy.

When the attack came, he didn't dodge or dodge, and the moment the two were about to approach, his pupils constricted.

With a sharp pull, the chains were freed from his waist, and the chain chopping knife not far away seemed to be called and flew back suddenly.

Bai Mei Dao was shocked, this guy still has a chain and can recall the weapon!

However, it was expected.

He used his strange body technique to avoid the edge of the shrinking back, and the dust in his hand swung violently, and the blade was swept again.

Same moves, same moves.

His bloody expression instantly became fierce, in great contrast to his weak appearance.

It's shocking.

The iron chain was retracted at the moment when it was changed by the blood, and it shook suddenly, whipping the air, forming a wave of air that broke through the air and rippled out of folds.

Full of energy, he instantly broke free from the dust and white hair of the white-eyed Daoist.

At this moment, the blood was gone, and it was shot.

The white-eyed Taoist smiled coldly and fought back confidently.

The figures of both sides passed between each other.

The two landed.

The dust in the hands of the white-eyed Taoist was shattered, but he smiled, because.

The chain chopper in his hand was safe and sound, but a terrible scar appeared on his shoulder, as if it was about to split the person in half.

Blood kept pouring out, and the blood was determined and did not fall.

"You're no more than that. Feeling the pain from the wound, he said.

There are countless battles in his life, and many times have I been wounded at this level in this life.

The white-eyed Taoist snorted coldly and said, "Let's see how strong you can be." ”

Blood Wugui said slowly: "You better take a look at yourself first." ”

Well?

The white-eyed Taoist suddenly found that a big hole had been penetrated into his chest, and an iron chain was buckled in front of his chest.

"When will it ......"

Without waiting for the Baimei Daoist to finish speaking, the blood Wugui pulled the chain hard, pulled the Baimei Daoist over, and cut off his head with a knife.

Hei Fengsha and the others also encountered all kinds of masters, and the battle was not fierce.

The further you go, the stronger the master becomes.

Moreover, as the confrontation lasts, the physical strength of the people will decrease, and the battle will become more and more difficult.

All of a sudden, the people of the Blood Blade Hall had become bloody.

However, not a single person flinched.

In the face of Zhengmeng, there was only infinite battle intent in their eyes!

The Blood Blade Hall, which turned into a bloody man, rushed into the sky with killing intent, sweeping all directions, and everyone's blade carried a will.

Blood, after a long time of killing, and constant fighting, have created today's Blood Blade Hall.

Although their numbers were small, they could show the unique combat effectiveness of monks of the same realm.

Black Wind roared in a loud voice and shouted, "Brothers, kill them all!"

Behind him, Lying Immortal, Greedy Wolf, Zhao Chang, and Li Mingyi rushed into the crowd together with the black wind.

Blood is overflowing, scars are continuous, and blood is flying into the sky, like a god of war.

With no blood to return to one person and one sword, he killed the front line of the enemy army on the left flank.

Good guys, the elite of the Nine Palaces can't imagine it at all.

There are only six people, and they actually ......

Killed out of the pile.

Unbelievable!

"Let's do it!" The people of the Nine Palaces who were in charge of the attack on the left flank were brute wind, dragon breath, and seeing that the Baimei Daoist was dead, the Blood Blade Hall was imposing.

They thought, first solve the blood no return.

The two of them knew how tricky the Blood Blade Hall was, as long as their leader was dealt with, then the battle situation would be reversed.

They directly blocked the way where the blood had no return.

"It's so rampant, let me meet you!" said Brute Wind with his hands around his chest.

"There is no blood to return, in today's battle, you and I will share life and death!" Long Xi shouted blankly.

"Uh......" Bloodless looked sluggish, and his white hair covered his eyes, making it impossible to understand his expression.

Seeing the two masters with extraordinary momentum, they must be the leaders of the attacking side.

He said lightly: "It's a good time, so I don't have to look for you everywhere." ”

Don't be afraid of danger, on the contrary, you want to find them without blood!

It was not a good idea to continue like this, and he wanted to find the leader and kill him.

Such heroism, there is a kind of courage that can stop me!

Hearing the cold tone of the blood, the two of them looked at each other, their expressions were also gloomy, and their momentum bloomed.

I thought to myself, this person is not easy to kill, and it is difficult to win without paying some price.

......

At this time, the people of the Evil God Sect were fighting bloodily, facing the enemy in all directions, and the rich murderous aura filled the Heavenly Dojo, making the atmosphere boiling.

Both sides are fighting with all their might.

Ling Yunqing didn't move, he watched the battlefield, now the main force of the Evil God Sect has not moved, and besides, the person wearing the mask is very likely to be Dye Yue, he doesn't dare to make a move easily, let's look at the general trend first.

The five elite teams hidden on the side of the mountain did not make a move, and they all focused on Dye Yue, depending on the situation.

On the top of the mountain, the wind blows thousands of miles.

He was engaged in an invisible confrontation with Zhou Zihao.

Momentum of the fight.

Feng Yang Wanli wanted to test the strength of this so-called evil god sect leader, but he didn't expect that there would be no winner or loser for a while.

All the masters present deliberately observed the person wearing the mask.

In terms of numbers, the cult occupies a great disadvantage, but this person has not yet made a move.

Calm down, the deep black hole in the mask is unpredictable, and the cold aura blooms all over the body, which makes people shiver.

Actually, it's not that Zhou Zihao doesn't want to make a move, but that he is trapped in the sea of consciousness at this moment.

He didn't know what was going on outside, whether he had fainted or was still standing.

He heard an old voice in his heart, echoing in his heart, full of strength, the meridians swelled, and the whole person looked extremely irritable.

The mysterious energy flows in the body, and Zhou Zihao knows that it is 10,000-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and 10,000-year-old ginseng!

Through continuous consumption, the human body will absorb the medicinal properties of the two best drugs on its own and make up for its own shortcomings.

At this time, the 10,000-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and the 10,000-year-old ginseng were depleting on their own, flowing into Zhou Zihao's major meridians.

In a short period of time, after absorbing the medicinal properties of the two treasures, Zhou Zihao once again carried the Tiger Mighty Heart Method, and with the breath of thousands of years of ancient rhyme, it was majestic and magnificent, and a golden light stirred out from Zhou Zihao's body.

The coercion instantly shocked everyone present.

Feng Yangwan's expression was grim, but he didn't expect him to have room to resist, and he really didn't let himself down.

He once again increased his strength, and his coercion was even higher, raising his cultivation to the extreme.

The gaze from the strong, the contest between the two sides, continues.