"Haha-haha-ha-" Han Ji laughed out loud at the sky. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info The voice was poignant and terrifying.

As his laughter intensified, numerous blood blades instantly condensed in the bloody battle path, on the top of the elite soldier's head, behind him, on his chest, and even in front of his eyes. Instantly claiming their lives.

The next moment, the bloody battle path condensed into a bloody blade because of the bloody qi, and began to collapse, the speed was extremely fast, as if the morning haze met the sun, and the effort of a moment disappeared completely.

At the same time, on the ground within five meters of the cold killing, the corpses of more than fifty elite soldiers were lying around.

A bloody blade turned into a bloody light, and after shooting the essence blood, it flew out of a corpse on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, it sank into the body of Han Ji.

The bloody aura condensed in Han Ji's body again, and the blood knife in his hand, which had been dimly lit, was like a demon full of blood at this moment, re-exuding a sultry scarlet.

Outside the body where the blood overflowed, a little bit of blood light was weird and crystalline, and after a while, the blood evil qi connected these blood light spots, and the blood evil shield was formed again.

Blood was still dripping from his wounds, and with a knife in his hand, Han Ji stepped out step by step, "Come on, wasn't you quite capable just now? Come on, come along—"

The eyes of the elite soldiers came and went, looking at each other differently, "You go." ”

"Why don't you go up?!"

"Go on, all of you go up. ”

No one stepped forward again, and with every step Han Ji took, the dozen or so elite soldiers around him took a step back in fear.

"Haha, hahaha-" Looking at the frightened elite soldiers, he laughed loudly, frivolously, contemptuously, and bloody mockery.

Although with every step he took, the ground he stepped on would be imprinted with his own blood. But he was still rampant, and the crowd was still laughing arrogantly.

The elite soldiers around him, trembling hands, kept playing smart, kept a certain distance from him, and did not attack or retreat. It seemed that he was waiting for the moment when his own blood would dry up and he would fall to the bottom.

Not far away, Tianqing drew out his sword that had changed with rocks in the body of an elite soldier, and followed the laughter and looked in the direction where Han Ji was. I saw that most of the elite soldiers had been attracted by the cold killing.

"Kill—" he shouted, red-eyed, and rushed out.

In order to break through a gap, the corpses of the people of the eight major tribes have been laid out one after another like the floor. Blood stained the originally grayish rocks red.

One by one, the people who were still alive rushed through the gap, keeping the gap open with their lives, because only when they were close could they join forces to kill an elite soldier.

Charge, in one charge, they occupied the edge of the flatland, the giant crossbow was occupied by them, and the pit was already a grave pit for corpses, and blood soaked corpses in it.

Among the eight major tribes, a few magic weapon soul melters began to try to refine the spirit of the giant crossbow, and it can be said that with the giant crossbow, their victory will be easier.

However, the giant crossbow was originally controlled by the elite soldiers of the Soul Melting Five Heavens, where were a few of their Soul Melting Two Heaven boys saying that refining would be refined, and time passed slowly.

In order to defend the edge of the flat land that was difficult to capture, in order to buy time for a few clansmen who have melted their magic weapons. Several ministers led them to fight to the death.

In close combat, most of the elite soldiers are sword melters. As long as they slash the knife hard, horizontally and vertically, as long as it is that slash, someone will die under their knife.

But these people seemed to be killing and not playing, and they put down a batch, and in an instant someone made up for it. Of course, they seem to be heroic, but when they die, they are always armed with several weapons.

The people of the eight major tribes don't care about their own life and death, as long as they see the elite soldiers, they are five or six together, as long as they can pull an elite soldier on their backs, it is already worth it to them.

On the other side, Han Ji forced back more than a dozen elite soldiers, and it was not until behind Ding Qiu that they stopped retreating, because there was no place to retreat at this time.

Three meters away, Han Ji paused and looked straight at Ding Qiu with a cold gaze, with a hideous smile on his face.

The bloody aura spread silently again, and the five-meter-radius bloody battle path covered Ding Qiu and more than a dozen elite soldiers who had retreated a few meters with him.

The terrifying mental interference ability made more than a dozen elite soldiers fearful, and the cold air eroded their hearts, only for a moment, more than a dozen people went crazy, slashing at the people around them, and the original companions had become demons in their eyes at this time, and they fought each other with red eyes.

An elite soldier who was holding a long sword tightly, but his hands were trembling, looked at Ding Qiu with his originally godless gaze, and in an instant, his face was full of horror, his hands trembled, and he raised his sword to stab Ding Qiu.

With a cold snort, Ding Qiu raised his hand and suddenly an inexplicable strong wind struck, blowing away the sword in the hand of the elite soldier, and the tip of the sword was deeply inserted into a rock.

The elite soldier lost his sword, the horror on his face was even thicker, the unbearable fear in his mind changed back and forth, and in a miserable scream in his mouth, his eyes, nostrils, and the corners of his mouth began to bleed.

The cold killer's gaze swept over the dozen or so elite soldiers who were injured but were still fighting each other. The body disappeared suddenly, and when it appeared the next moment, it was already behind Ding Qiu.

The figure appeared, and the raised blood knife fell directly, and all the movements were completed in the blink of an eye without the slightest hesitation. But even so, the blood knife still slashed into the air.

Ding Qiu's body only seemed to shake slightly, and suddenly it was like a gust of wind, and the next second it was already three meters away.

Is it the wind?

Han Ji's gaze was a little surprised. There was no wind around them. Ding Qiu turned out to be a spirit melted by the wind, no wonder his body looked light.

Three meters away, Ding Qiu's gaze also looked like a cold killing. The two looked at each other. It's all murderous.

In the next second, Ding Qiu waved his hand lightly without any warning, and with a slight wave of his hand, the void in front of Han Slayer suddenly distorted slightly, forming with a strange wind in an instant, like a sharp blade directly blowing the shield outside Han Slayer's body.

Whew!

Three strange noises, three sparks reverberated from the bloody shield. The bloody shield shattered again, three strong winds, and the remaining strength cut a few more wounds on Han Ji's body, and the wounds that had already scarred to stop bleeding began to bleed again at this time.

Looking at the three scratches on his body, Han Ji smiled, the smile was so hideous, and in an instant, nine blood blades condensed in front of him, and the blood blades turned into nine blood lights, and with his hideous gaze, they all shot towards Ding Qiu.

Not far away, Ding Qiu seemed a lot calmer than before, I saw that he was not in a hurry, when the blood light was half a meter away from him, his hands were raised, and suddenly the space in front of him was slightly distorted, and it was an area the size of a door in front of him, the wind was raging, and countless wind blades swirled and flew in it every second.

Even a bloodblade as fast as light would have struggled to move forward after colliding with that strange area. The wind blade was like a rotating shield, and the blood blade shattered one, and in an instant the other was substituted.

The Blood Blade continued to hit through the Dao Wind Blade. The Dao Dao Wind Blade continued to consume the bloody qi contained in the Blood Blade, and the two were constantly consuming.

Ding Qiu waved his hands, and there seemed to be no pressure on him to maintain the wind area in front of him.

His eyes were roaming around, constantly moving between Han Ji's figure and other places, constantly guarding against the teleportation that Han Ji might use.

"Hehe, hahahaha......" Just as the two of them looked at each other head-on-hand again, Han Ji laughed out loud again.

The same hideous, the same unscrupulous.

That smile made Ding Qiu's heart feel uneasy, and he wanted to solve the trouble caused by the blood blade in front of him as soon as possible.

But at this moment, behind him, the rich bloody aura began to gather silently, and a blood knife was condensed at an extremely fast speed, and at the moment of forming, the blood knife plunged straight into Ding Qiu's back

His body trembled, and an expression of pain and horror appeared on Ding Qiu's face. He only felt as if a demon had been drilled into his back, constantly ingesting his essence and blood, and at the same time, terrifying scenes were transmitted to his sea of knowledge.

"Ahh

The next moment, Ding Qiu struggled, unable to control the wind area in front of him any longer, and the nine blood blades, which were much darker, instantly pierced into his body without hindrance.

Maybe it was only at this time that he knew what the real bloody battle path was, and within the battle path, the cold killing was the master, the instantaneous displacement, everything that was transformed at will, giving people a terrifying bloody aura. The bloody battlefield is the bloodiest battlefield.

With the flow of blood, a terrifying wail came out of Ding Qiu's mouth, echoing on the top of the Tianshan Mountains, shocking both sides in the war.

The voice dissipated, and Ding Qiu's body, which had already been stained red with blood, brushed it and fell down weakly.

A blood-shattering aura that was thicker than the previous two times emanated from Ding Qiu's body, and together with his essence and blood, it merged in the blood-shattering battle path covering a five-meter radius. The aura of blood is even stronger.

Han Ji walked towards the high platform where Ding Qiu had been standing, and the bloody aura of the Bloody Battle Dao followed behind him with his steps, quickly returning to his body, and the blood-colored shield once again wrapped his whole body.

The rich bloody aura moistened the cold body, and the bleeding wounds began to coagulate with blood residue, one by one, on the surface of his body, scarlet and dazzling, the flowing blood stopped at this moment, forming a black and red blood slag, which was still attached to his skin, making people daunting.

Unconsciously, the sky was much brighter, and the darkness that was in the middle of the night was gradually dispelled, and the dawn was like a shy little girl, showing her weak and charming light.

The fighting around was also coming to an end, and more than half of the more than 100 elite soldiers were killed by Han Ji.

Others were stabbed to death by chaotic weapons under the frenzied onslaught of the people of the eight tribes. At this time, the only six remaining elite soldiers were powerlessly gathered together, back to back, looking at the people of the eight major tribes who were surrounding them in circles and circles, and their faces all showed despair.