Chapter 202 succeeds and leaves

However, just as the blood mist wrapped Xingtian's body in, Xingtian's eyes under the black robe suddenly opened, and a stream of blood splashed out of his palm, melting into the red flames, and in an instant, a majestic aura that was no weaker than anyone in the field suddenly gushed out from Xingtian's body. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The palms of the black robe poked out like lightning, the blood-red flames swirled upward, a blood-red villain stood out, and a thunderous roar sounded in Xingtian's heart, and the palms carried a blazing aura like a mountain and a sea, and blasted out against the blood mist in front of him.

"Bloody flame!

"Boom!"

In the blood mist, a pair of bloody palms and blood-red villains slammed together, and a terrifying aura suddenly spread out from the palms of the two people, so that the two puppet sect elders on the side had to retreat with a slight change in their faces.

In the blood mist, after the two palms collided, there was only a moment of silence, and a terrible scream sounded with a little horror: "Fire? You actually have a high-level flame technique?!"

"Poof"

As soon as the screams fell, another wave of blazing air spread out from the blood mist, and under the tumbling of the air wave, the blood mist that surrounded the air was then much diluted by the blazing breath.

Gradually fading the blood mist, a sound of spurting blood suddenly sounded, and then, a shadow attached to the face shot out of the blood mist, and after inserting a deep scar nearly ten meters away on the face of his feet, he finally hit a tree trunk heavily. With a blow to his shoulder, the trunk of Lima was shaken in two.

Leaning back against the trunk of the tree, the figure had weak legs, his palms propped up the ground, blood dripping down the corners of his mouth, and the hoarse and rapid breathing sound was like a box, whirring and whistling.

"Young Sect Master?" his gaze swept towards the extremely embarrassed shadow, and the faces of the two elders of the puppet sect suddenly changed drastically, and they lost their voices in shock. They couldn't have imagined that after Wan Blood displayed such a vicious and strange technique as the Bloodthirsty Ecstasy Palm, he would be made into such a miserable appearance by a person whose strength was only in the Qi cultivation period.

Trembling all over, Wan Xue looked down at the scorched palm, a touch of horror flashed on his pale face, he coughed violently, raised his head and swept his gaze towards the gradually fading blood mist.

With the silence of the three of them, this empty space also fell into a quiet atmosphere, but it was only a moment later that in the faint blood mist, the sound of footsteps slowly sounded, but the faces of the three people changed completely.

The sound of footsteps gradually sounded, and the blood mist quietly dispersed, and a figure wrapped in blood-red flames appeared in the sight of the three people.

Looking at the figure whose whole body was wrapped in blood-red flames, and then feeling the fiery aura that faintly seeped out, the two puppet sect elders suddenly felt a slight blockage in the flow of the Yuan Force in their bodies, and at that moment, their pupils suddenly shrank and said in shock: "What is on him is a fire-based high-level exercise?!"

The exercises practiced by the puppet sect, the sword goes to the edge and takes the cold way, so the innate and fire attributes are mutually reinforcing. Of course, the restraint here is only for ordinary fire attribute Yuan Force, and if it encounters a flame similar to the advanced skill level, it will be like a mouse meeting a cat, this kind of treatment is an absolute suppression without the slightest resistance. And the fire spirit that was mixed with the power of the Xingtian bloodline already had this qualification.

In the first rule of the puppet gate, it is written that if you meet a strong person with a high-level flame, you will retreat! It can be seen from this that the puppet gate exercise has been restrained by the high-level flame technique to what kind of miserable situation. Even, when fighting against a strong man with a high-level flame, it is difficult for the puppet people to wield five or six out of ten strength.

However, fortunately, there are not many high-level flames in this world, and they are still in the south where cultivation resources are poor, so the people of the puppet sect for so many years have rarely really encountered them. It's a pity that this time, Wan Blood and the others are destined to fall into blood mold.

The blood-red flames that swirled around his body subsided a little, revealing a young and somewhat staggering and delicate face, looking at the stunned expressions of the three of them, Xing Tian smiled slightly, but there was a faint chill in his smile.

"Who are you? Why don't you go with my puppet sect? As long as you retreat, I swear in the name of the puppet sect young sect master that I will never pursue this matter. Standing up straight, Ten Thousand Blood struggled to gather with the two elders and shouted.

"Want to drag the puppet gate master over?" Xing Tian smiled brightly but secretly cold, and said that the purpose of ten thousand blood was broken.

Hearing this, Wan Xue's face changed slightly, and his eyes stared at the face that was much younger than his own, he couldn't imagine how at the other party's age, how could he have that kind of terrifying flame and good mind that even his father was extremely afraid of, he felt that his proud heart felt a blow.

"Young Sect Master, you go first, I'll hold him back, with the strength of the Sect Master, I think I should also solve the Qing Elder of the Tianyi Mansion, as long as I delay it a little, I can support his arrival." ”

The elder who still had the strength to fight was holding a long knife in his hand, although his heart was also full of horror of the high-grade flames, but at this moment, he was the only one who still had the strength to fight with the other party.

Wan Xue gritted his teeth, and without the slightest hesitation, he dragged his seriously injured body and turned around and ran.

Looking at the ten thousand blood who turned around and ran without the slightest hesitation, Xing Tian suddenly smiled, but his body did not move.

Turning his head and running for a distance, he felt the fierce battle behind him, and a trace of doubt appeared in the blood, but the doubt just emerged, and a bright white light and shadow suddenly flashed in the corner of his eyes.

The bright white light and shadow that flashed in the sight did not make it ignore it at this moment like the blood of a frightened bird, the soles of his feet slid out of a trace on the ground, and the degree of rushing forward suddenly stopped, his eyes swept around, but nothing appeared, and he frowned at the moment, and just wanted to continue to escape, but his chest was slammed.

A sharp pain in his heart, Wan Xue slowly lowered his head, but he just saw that a silver-white sword blade penetrated out from his vest, and after the bright white light and shadow penetrated his chest, it turned into a silver-white sword less than half a foot long under Wan Xue's eyelids. 、

Staring at this sword with his eyes, Wan Xue couldn't understand that the defense power of a peak powerhouse with his own foundation would be directly pierced by it like tofu!

"This time, I really want to plant it!"

The sharp pain in his chest made De Wanxue's vision gradually blurred, and when he was about to collapse, he forcibly twisted his head, and his eyes looked through the cracks in the trees, but he just happened to see the blood-red flames that suddenly filled the empty place, as well as two terrible screams, under the absolute restraint of the blood-colored fire spirit villain, the two elders who were slightly injured and one seriously injured could not survive in the hands of Xingtian, whose strength suddenly skyrocketed.

The body fell heavily to the ground, the eyelids of ten thousand blood slowly drooped, and faintly, he saw a black robe, slowly walking through the forest, and walking towards him.

With the movement of his pace, the blood-red flames on Xingtian's body gradually retracted into his body, and the aura that was comparable to that of a Jindan powerhouse also quietly retracted at this moment.

His footsteps paused in front of Wan Xue, and the breath of Xingtian once again returned to the strength of the peak of Qi training, and his face was slightly pale. Coughing violently a few times, looking at the palm that was slightly burned because of the excessive strength, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, and said in a low voice: "It's really a good feeling to be so powerful, but it's a pity that the damage to the body is not small." ”

"I didn't expect your body to be so interesting and last so long, although there will definitely be attrition, but at least there won't be this kind of injury. ”

The middle-aged man's slightly surprised voice sounded in Xingtian's heart. It seems that he was quite surprised that Xingtian could possess so many strange things, possessing the power of bloodline, advanced exercises, and that kind of heart.

"Close!"

With a flash of white light, the nameless sword automatically returned to Xingtian's hand. Stroking the nameless sword, Xing Tian felt a touch of excitement coming from the sword, and it seemed that he could also perceive the master's satisfied thoughts.

"This time, thanks to you, man. ”

Xing Tian put the nameless sword back on his back, then lowered his body and took off the ring on Wanxue's fingers, quickly rummaged for a while, and after a while, a white jade box was taken out by him.

With a somewhat dry mouth, he looked at the terrifying white jade box in his hand, and his heart beat fiercely at this moment.

Taking a deep breath, he didn't open the white jade box, but threw it directly into his storage bag, and then flipped it again, and behind the piece, a quaint token flashed out.

Spreading out the broken map again, some familiar routes and only half of the demonic patterns appeared under Xingtian's gaze.

"It's finally here. Holding on to the broken map, Xing Tian's face swelled with excitement, and he carefully put the map into the storage bag and exhaled a long breath.

"Boy, have you forgotten our agreement?" the middle-aged man's voice sounded, and there was a slight playfulness in his voice.

"Ahem, I'll put it first, I'll give it to you later. Xing Tian scratched his head in embarrassment, he almost forgot that according to the agreement, the broken map belonged to someone else.

"Just remember, hurry up, I sense the breath of the puppet master. As soon as he put the broken map into the storage bag, the middle-aged man's voice sounded eagerly.

His heart tightened, Xing Tian hurriedly got up, but just as he was about to turn around, his body suddenly paused, leaned over again, and slammed his palm on the Ten Thousand Blood Heavenly Spirit Gai, and the sound of breaking bones was heard, so he was completely relieved, turned into a black shadow, and rushed into the dense forest. If you want to ask Xingtian why he did this, the reason is that Wan Blood has seen his face!

The middle-aged man saw this scene in his eyes and couldn't help but exclaim, this son is indeed extraordinary.

About ten minutes after Xingtian disappeared, a red shadow flashed over the mountain forest, and after a while, the figure suddenly seemed to stiffen, nailed to the sky above an empty place.

Looking at the corpse in the air with an extremely gloomy face, the red shadow flashed down and landed on the clearing, his eyes swept over the body of the puppet disciple, and finally his pupils suddenly constricted and stopped on the corpses of the other ten robes embroidered with the mortal sect, and his fists were clenched, making a creaking sound.

His gaze swept over the full corpse, but he didn't see what he was looking for, and he hurriedly looked around, and after a while, he rushed into the dense forest as a blurry red shadow.

In the dense forest, the red shadow suddenly stopped, trembling at a corpse on the ground, and suddenly, his pale face raised his head and let out a resentful sound.

"Ahh

After the roar for a long time, it gradually fell, and the puppet gate master suddenly walked quickly close to the corpse of ten thousand bloods, and between his hands, the blood was abundant. It was covered with the head of ten thousand bloods, and with the light of blood, suddenly, a strange drop of blood slowly seeped out from the back of the head of ten thousand bloods, and finally floated in front of the puppet sect master.

His face was filled with cold resentment, and with a wave of his hand, the blood suddenly burst open, turning into a small curtain of blood. And in that blood curtain, a figure wrapped in blood-red flames loomed out, but it was as if the blood curtain was so thin that even the puppet sect master couldn't see the exact appearance of the figure.

The "bang" blood curtain lasted for half a minute, and it suddenly burst open.

"Fan Zong, it's good!"

Slowly bending over, the puppet gate master picked up the corpse of ten thousand bloods, and then walked out of the dense forest indifferently, the resentful and chilling voice gradually echoed.

"No matter who it is, as long as this sect finds out who did it, it will definitely suffer the pain of ten thousand knives!"