Iwaha didn't give them time to breathe, he didn't have a weapon, and when he raised his fist, he slammed it over. The fist wind mixed with the violent aura blasted forward, forming a series of fist shadows, and where it passed, the air was extremely compressed, and from time to time there were clearly audible popping sounds. He just wanted to kill Hongkong as soon as possible now, so that he wouldn't have too many dreams at night.

Looking at Yan Yu who pounced on him again, Hong Bao was ruthless, "Ya, I don't believe I can't hurt you, both in the late stage of the spiritual realm, can you still go against the sky?" Yan Yu's fist arrived, Hong Bao was not to be outdone, and directly punched out" The two fists finally slammed together, and suddenly there were bursts of explosions in the air, they resisted the power of each other's fists to the death, and the two sides continued to inject aura, and there was no plant in a radius of five meters around. Yan Yu knew that this was not the way, he knew his weaknesses very well, these were only practicing qi realm now, and there was not much spiritual power at all, and he couldn't withstand his profligacy, especially there was a spirit master Hong Chuan who was eyeing him next to him. As soon as his hand flexed, the aura contracted in vain, and when the other party thought that he couldn't support it, he violently compressed the aura and spit it out. Peng made a muffled sound, the madness on Hong Bao's face froze slightly, and the figure that rushed forward suddenly shot backwards, and the soles of his feet grabbed the ground and drew a few meters long soil ditch.

"Ahem, you, you are so despicable" Hong Bao supported the ground with one hand, and the other hand hung down weakly, there was a large pool of blood in front of him, his face was as pale as paper, his breath was atrophied, and he was dying, it was obvious that he had suffered serious internal injuries.

Taking advantage of your illness to kill you, Yan Yu rushed up again regardless of consumption, and Hong Kong, who was holding a bone knife on the other side, saw it and turned his head to Hong Chuan's side, but Hong Chuan looked at him, but he didn't mean to make a move at all. Seeing this, Hong Kong's heart was cold, knowing that he was in a catastrophe this time, just as he was about to blow up the bone knife in his hand and fight hard. A teal sword pierced through his heart. She turned her head with the last of her strength, his mouth opened slightly, and he couldn't believe it until he died, it was not the enemy who killed him in the end, but the Hong family who had done their best for him. He still has a lot of things to do, he hates why he was born in the Hong family, he hates why he didn't see it sooner...... His eyes gradually froze, and soon his breath was gone.

"Hey, you're dying, don't waste a great treasure," he said as he picked up the bone knife on his own. This person is Hong Chuan, in fact, he is fully capable of saving Hong Kong, but it is obvious that he is also very triumphant with this bone knife. After picking up the bone knife, he smiled and said to the dead Hong Kong, "Before you take it out, I really didn't know that you had such a treasure, and if anyone who has the ability to get the treasure, I will reluctantly help you accept it, so that you can rest in peace under the Yellow Spring." ”

Yan Yu watched all this happen with cold eyes, but he didn't speak. However, he secretly swore that if he had the ability, he would definitely kill the scum of Hong Chuan.

"You, you actually killed Hongkong, third uncle, you, you... We are all members of the Hong family, you killed Hong Kong for a bone knife?" Hong Bao asked with blood-red eyes as he grabbed Lan Ba Axe.

Just when Hong Bao ran over to question Hong Chuan, Yan Yu hurriedly seized the time to recover, for him, the spirit is not able to be provoked for the time being, even if it is Hong Chuan of the first order of the spirit man, each level of the spirit is a world of difference, maybe he can use his only spirit rune to deal with it, but it is his own hole card, and he will not take it out until the end. So for him, the longer the time drags on, the more he can recover, and the better it is for him.

"Hehe, didn't you see that he was killed by the kid on the other side, didn't you see how painful Hongkong was in the end, I just helped it relieve its pain, he should thank me for it" Hongchuan pointed at Iwawa and said.

Even though he said that, his eyes never took off the bone knife for a moment. The eagerness and greed in his eyes were undisguised.

"Phew, you despicable and shameless villain, I know you've been spying on my Blood Spirit Sword for a long time, hehe, is it when I go to fight with that kid over there and get seriously injured, you will use your best trick again. Hong Bao said with a mocking expression.

"Hehe, I really told you right, that's right, I've been triumphant with your Blood Spirit Sword for a long time" This time Hong Chuan did not deny it, but generously admitted it.

"Even if you know now, so what, in the family, I can't forcibly snatch your Blood Spirit Sword but this is outside, I just need to say that there is a kid who killed you, and then I disguise it as a serious injury, saying that I have gone to fight hard, and I have not been able to leave anyone to kill you. Then it's all over perfectly. Who is going to make a big deal out of you two?" Hong Chuan said with a smug smile.

"Haha, third uncle, phew, it's not as good as a dog. Do you think you can hide it for a long time, Sister Yanfang will definitely come out for us. Hong Bao said with a sad and indignant face.

Hong Yanfang, who was on the side, glanced over here, her expression was cold, she couldn't see any changes, and there was a faint mockery on her lips, she said slowly: "I won't interfere in this matter, the third uncle promised me, if I don't care about this matter, I am fighting for the position of the next head of the family, he will definitely support me, I am a woman, you know, without a strong backstage, you must win the support of most of the elders and powerful clansmen." ”

Hong Bao had an unbelievable look on his face, he opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say anything, his heart was completely desperate, they had followed Hong Yanfang for so many years, there was no credit and hard work, he believed that Hong Yanfang would never sit idly by. It's just his own wishful thinking...

Hong Bao didn't speak, slowly stood up, held the Blood Spirit Sword in his hand, and walked towards Hong Chuan.

Hong Chuan didn't know what he was going to do, and he was very puzzled: "Could it be that this fool has been kicked in the head, and he doesn't distinguish between friend and foe?" Or does he not want to let himself use it, preserve his strength, and fantasize that he can return to the Hong family? He doesn't know that even if he returns to the Hong family and tells the head of the family, it is impossible for the head of the family to offend a spirit for a guard. ”

But then Hong Bao's actions immediately made Hong Chuan understand, only to see Hong Bao raise the blood spirit sword, raised it high above his head, and the aura was overwhelming, almost all of it was injected into the blood spirit sword, and the blood spirit sword's whole body was even more blood-red, and the aura around the blood spirit sword was rendered blood-colored, almost close to the point of viscosity, and the tip of the sword slowly condensed a blood-colored ball of light, exuding afterglow like a sunset. Close to desolation.

Hong Chuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stared at the ball of light on Hong Bao's Blood Spirit Sword in horror. At this moment, he regretted it, because he smelled the smell of death from the ball of light condensed by the Blood Spirit Sword.

Although he didn't know what kind of trick Hong Bao used at this time, he obviously felt that Hong Bao's vitality seemed to be passing at a very strange and terrifying speed. This is...... Hong Chuan's pupils shrank again, and he said tremblingly, this is the art of blood sacrifice.

"Third uncle, quickly dodge, this is the art of blood sacrifice, I heard my father say that this is an attack that is countless times more powerful than ordinary spiritual arts at the cost of one's own vitality"

The blood-colored ball of light slowly condensed like a dusk and sunset, becoming more and more condensed, more and more dazzling, and the sense of oppression of death became stronger and stronger, and even the rock feather who was recovering behind him had to retreat out, and the blood-colored ball of light also made him feel guilty, and he was very skeptical that if he faced Hong Bao, who was using the blood-colored light ball, his spirit rune would be able to withstand the power of this blood-colored light ball, especially when he was so weak now. Yan Yu was secretly frightened, he weighed it, if the blood-colored light ball attacked him, he was afraid that he would have to shed his skin if he didn't die.

Iwayu was frightened and secretly glad that if it weren't for Hong Chuan's stupidity to stimulate him so blatantly, he would have killed Hong Chuan at all costs. A person who is about to despair is often the most dangerous, and he may take you out of the water before he dies and pull a few pads on his back, whether the other person is his own or not. What's more, Hong Bao is already desperate now...... It shouldn't be that Hong Chuan's stupid guy stimulates Hong Bao so much. At this time, Iwawa was simply shouting against the sky for his luck. I wondered if I should burn a few more pillars of incense when I went back this time.

Hong Chuan also regretted his intestines at this time. How did he know that Hong Bao would not hesitate to pay the price of his life to promote the art of blood sacrifice. I didn't know that the power of the blood sacrifice technique that was triggered was so terrifying. He regretted it extremely at this time, not that he wanted to kill Hongkong Hongbao to seize his treasure, but that he regretted why his mouth was so cheap, he could have killed Yan Yu first and then attack Hongbao with all his strength on the way. The Blood Spirit Sword is not his.

However, there was no point in regretting at this time, and he panicked and poured all the surging aura into the bone knife that he had just killed Hong Kong. He could vaguely see that this bone knife must be extraordinary, more powerful than any spiritual treasure he had now.