Suddenly, a red light shot into the blood waterfall, and Hu Sanlang didn't see it clearly at all!

In the blood waterfall, Chen Xiaomo's figure suddenly appeared, caught the unconscious Shen Yuehua, and then fell to the ground. They were still surrounded by a patch of red.

"Senior Sister Shen, wake up!" Chen Xiaomo shouted eagerly.

He clicked on a few ** places on Shen Yuehua's body, and pinched her middle again.

After a while, Shen Yuehua finally woke up, and the person she saw might also be the person she was thinking about!

"Senior Brother Chen, we won't have already arrived at the Netherworld, right?" Shen Yuehua asked softly, and for some reason, there was a red halo on her face.

Chen Xiaomo's eyes were full of blood red, and his body was also shrouded in a faint red light. A little blue light loomed in the dantian, and the wound on his body that had been cut by the blood-devouring sword had completely healed at some point.

"Senior Sister Shen, we are not dead yet. Chen Xiaomo's voice was a little hoarse, but there was no expression on his face.

Shen Yuehua looked around, and then said loudly, "Senior Brother Chen, while you still have physical strength, you can leave quickly, leave me alone!"

"It doesn't matter, with the help of the power of the Wind Spirit Bead, I can still hold out for a while, but we have to fight quickly!" Chen Xiaomo's cheeks turned a little pale, it seemed that it would not be long before he was in danger of being completely controlled by the Blood Demon.

Looking at each other, Shen Yuehua's red lips moved, and she wanted to speak again, and finally just said lightly: "I believe in you!"

"You are all going to fall victim to my 'blood friend*'!" Hu Sanlang shouted. The muscles on his face twisted, as if he had been bewitched by the aura of blood.

He kept roaring, and the air was filled with a thick blood gas, coupled with the clear moonlight, rendering the entire Qianqing Palace very weird.

Hu Sanlang was enjoying the true qi absorbed from the blood dragon scroll, which was very comfortable. Suddenly, he felt a fluster, and the pores all over his body opened wide, as if his own blood had been sucked out.

Not far away, in the sky-rushing blood tornado, a black figure was floating in mid-air, but the black figure's eyes were like blood, emitting an extremely red and bright light, which actually surpassed the surrounding blood-colored tornado.

The red leaves were constantly flying and circling around Chen Xiaomo, fighting with the blood-colored tornado. And the blood-colored tornado became thinner and thinner from the initial extremely thick, and finally turned into a thin layer of blood mist, and even the faces of Chen Xiaomo and Shen Yuehua could be seen very clearly.

At the same time that Hu Sanlang was shocked, the blood mist had already broken through a gap, and Chen Xiaomo and Shen Yuehua were rushing towards him one after the other.

Seeing Chen Xiaomo attacking him with red leaves in his hand, Hu Sanlang did not hesitate, raised the blood-devouring sword and stabbed at Chen Xiaomo.

And Chen Xiaomo didn't even block it, and forcefully sacrificed the red leaves and shot at Hu Sanlang's head.

Hu Saburo was on the side of his head, dodging the red leaves.

The red leaves were inserted on the ground behind Hu Sanlang, but the blood-devouring sword was inserted into Chen Xiaomo's chest impartially, and Chen Xiaomo's red eyes immediately became dim.

"Xuanbing Divine Palm!" Shen Yuehua, who was behind Chen Xiaomo, used his cold ice true qi to hit this palm at this time, and before Hu Sanlang could breathe a sigh of relief, he was frozen into an iceman.

Although he was in the ice, Hu Saburo could still see the outside world clearly.

He glanced at Chen Xiaomo, who had become the soul of his sword, and couldn't help laughing: "It's too stupid to use this kind of trick to fight with your life, and this cold true qi doesn't work for me at all." As he spoke, he prepared to condense his true qi to break through the ice.

The sound of cutting ice and snow came, and Hu Sanlang immediately felt a pain in his back, and a stick was inserted into his body.

The true qi in the whole body began to dissipate, and the essence blood and true qi surrounded each other, rushing to the place where the stick was inserted.

"How could this be!" Hu Sanlang looked at the Blood Devouring Sword carefully, Chen Xiaomo, who had been pierced through the heart by the Blood Devouring Sword and was now dying, turned into a pool of blood in an instant. Blood flowed down the blood-devouring sword, and seeped into the sword body as it flowed.

Chen Xiaomo's voice came from behind him, "Mr. Hu Tao Ren Saburo, this is the same principle as your Dongying Ninjutsu-Doppelganger Technique, except that I replaced the gas with blood. ”

Chen Xiaomo's eyes became even redder as Hu Sanlang's essence and blood were pouring towards his body.

"Your body can't move anymore, right? In a few moments, you will completely turn into a pool of blood, carrying your reverence for blood to the end of your life!"

"No!" Hu Sanlang roared, the true qi on his body instantly skyrocketed, and the thick layer of cold ice wrapped around him was immediately shattered, along with Chen Xiaomo and his red leaves, and they were also shocked and flew out.

It may be that Chen Xiaomo's skills are not enough, and he can't fully control the power of red leaves!

Rao is like this, Hu Sanlang's skill has lost most of it, he holds the sword in both hands, supports the ground with the sword, and gasps in his mouth.

However, Shen Yuehua didn't give him a chance to rest, and the frost sword flashed coldly, and it slashed at him!

Today's Hu Saburo can no longer use "blood friend*", and his body naturally cannot be protected from any attack without being injured as before.

In the face of Shen Yuehua's fierce attack, he could only raise the blood-devouring sword to parry, and if he was not careful, he would have one or two more cuts on his body.

Chen Xiaomo, who was knocked away, originally wanted to help, but he had just used the power of the blood demon, and now he had reached the limit, his body was sore and painful, and it was difficult to take a step forward.

"Senior Brother Chen, you can rest, I'll leave it to me. Shen Yuehua looked at the crumbling Chen Xiaomo and shouted loudly.

Seeing that Shen Yuehua had the upper hand, Chen Xiaomo finally put his mind at ease, sat on the ground, and began to meditate to heal and recuperate.

No matter what, Hu Sanlang is also a master with two hundred years of Taoism, although he was seriously injured, it was not easy for Shen Yuehua to defeat him.

The time of a stick of incense has passed, and the two are still fighting, and they have not decided the winner.

Chen Xiaomo recited the Lingyun Wind Mantra, and the Wind Spirit Bead helped him heal his external injuries, so it didn't take long for his injuries to recover halfway.

Suddenly, a burst of aroma rushed in, waking up Chen Xiaomo, who was meditating with his eyes closed, he vaguely felt that this fragrance had been smelled somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

A cloud of purple gas floated across the sky, the color was like rouge, light as tulle, and slowly fell to the ground. When the purple qi dissipated, a slender figure slowly appeared.

The long black and bright hair is seductive, and the face of the country and the city attracts people.

It seems to be like a light cloud covering the moon, fluttering like the snow of the wind.

It's just that the beautiful face has lost all the innocence of the past, and has been replaced by extreme caution and solemnity!