As the words fell, the surrounding blood mist seemed to come to life, turning into countless distorted humanoid ghosts, accompanied by a terrifying earth-shattering aura, howling and rushing towards Su Ping.

Su Ping stood in place with the long sword soul Tiansu in his hand, feeling that the air around him seemed to be stagnant, and his face was ugly.

He was now at the end of his crossbow, and under such pressure, just standing had already consumed all his strength.

The blood mist finally came, surrounding Su Ping, and faintly, Su Ping felt as if he was burning all over his body.

Wu Daren stood in the distance, looking at Su Ping, who was wrapped in blood mist, with an expressionless face.

Su Ping's head became heavier and heavier, his eyelids became heavier, and it became difficult to even open his eyes at this moment.

"Am I going to die?" his skin began to turn red, and drops of blood oozed from beneath his skin, and finally shot out into the surrounding blood mist, as if pulled by some strange force.

If this continues, it won't be long before he turns into a pile of bones.

"No!" he roared, and finally activated the creation power of the four natal sword souls, all of which were instilled in the soul heaven in his hand, fighting to the death.

Qiang.

An extremely subtle sword sound came from the sword, although it was as thin as mosquito silk, but when it fell into Su Ping's ears, it was a Sanskrit sound representing hope.

Soul Heaven began to tremble, and at the same time, an extremely powerful force appeared in the sword body.

Su Ping tried his best to hold on to the hilt of his sword.

The trembling amplitude of the Soul Heavenly Soul became bigger and bigger, and in the end, it directly broke free from Su Ping's hand and shot into the air.

The blood mist floating around was like spring snow that had encountered a soldering iron, and it quickly melted away when it touched the soul of the heavens.

Where the soul heaven passed, a foot-wide passage ran through, and then, it stayed in mid-air, trembling to itself.

Su Ping squinted, looked at the long sword in mid-air, and smiled slightly bitterly.

Wu Daren saw the soul Tiansu that exuded a strange aura, his face was shocked, but he didn't dare to act rashly in his hands.

At this moment, the black gold sculpture at the end of the hilt of the Soul Heavenly Soul suddenly lit up with a dazzling light, and immediately, a gray light and shadow flew out of it, levitating beside the long sword.

After the light and shadow appeared, they stood silently and did not move.

Wu Daren frowned, staring at the gray light and shadow, and after a little hesitation, he let out a low roar, and the surrounding blood mist flashed red, leaving Su Ping aside, and swept towards the light and shadow and soul heaven in mid-air.

The blood mist came fiercely, like a tornado and a long wind, and it was about to collide with the light and shadow, and the gray light and shadow finally moved.

I saw a big black hand poking out of the light and shadow, grabbing it according to the blood mist.

As soon as the big black hand appeared, it was about half the size of his body, and as the offensive advanced, his palm also grew rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it was already more than ten times the size of before, and Su Ping below looked up and covered half of the sky.

Wu Daren's face was ugly, but he didn't flinch, and his hand changed again, and the blood mist then conjured up an eight-clawed blood dragon, which pounced on the black giant hand fiercely.

Finally, the black giant hand collided with the blood-colored dragon.

There was a loud bang, the giant hand dragon collapsed at the same time, the black energy and the blood-colored energy blended together, and the aftermath spread, Su Ping below it was hit by the huge pressure, and after spraying a mouthful of blood, his body was like a kite with a broken string, flying upside down, and finally fell to the ground, unconscious.

And Wu Daren also spurted a mouthful of blood, as if because the dragon was destroyed, he half-knelt on the ground, slowly raised his head to look at the light and shadow in mid-air.

At this time, Wu Daren had already faded from his demonic state, his face was as white as paper, and the breath on his body came and went, and he could see that he was holding on to a strong breath.

The light and shadow in mid-air distorted, and a human figure gradually emerged.

At this time, Wu Daren finally saw the figure clearly, his eyes were suffocated, and he laughed at himself for a long time, and hung his head weakly.

The gray figure in the air turned his head to look at Su Ping not far away, shook his head slightly, and floated over.

At this time, Su Ping closed his eyes tightly, his whole body was pitch black, and the gray figure stretched out his hand and hung in the air.

Then, Su Ping's body under his hand was covered with a faint layer of gentle fluorescence, and countless subtle or hideous wounds under the fluorescence were rapidly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Su Pingyuan's first painful face began to stretch.

Time passed little by little, I don't know how long it took, Wu Daren in the distance took a deep look at Su Ping's direction, supported the ground, stood up dangling, and turned around and walked into the distance.

The gray figure was still repairing the injuries on Su Ping's body, and at this time, the light of the gray figure had dimmed, and its upper qi machine had become floating, obviously consuming a lot of energy.

Suddenly, the gray light and shadow trembled, and the next moment it dissipated directly, and the fluorescence on Su Ping's body also disappeared, revealing the pitch-black body.

The sky was dark blue, and it was almost dawn, and Su Ping's breathing became steady.

The wind blew through it, blowing away the smell of burnt and bloody around it, and everything was calm, except for the huge black crater that had been fought here for miles.

The sky turned up the belly of the fish, and when the first rays of sunlight came, it also brought a burst of horses' hooves and the noise of the crowd.

"This pit..."The person who came saw the huge pit in front of him, his face was shocked.

"What kind of strength does this have to be so destructive?"

"Boss, there's someone over there!" a thin, lean young man with a thief's eyebrows ran over to report.

The person who is called the boss on a big horse, with a wide face and thick eyebrows, a double-edged sword at his waist, an unconcealed domineering qi on his body, and a little jealousy in the eyes of the people around him, it can be seen that his realm is not low, but his means are also outstanding.

This person is the famous Jing Bo in ten villages and eight downs, with nearly 100 younger brothers, all of whom are ruthless.

They have no fixed place to live, and they make it a business to rob houses all day long, and ordinary people mention the name of Jing Bo, and all of them change color.

Hearing the report of the thin young man, a gleam flashed in Jing Bo's eyes, he raised his eyes and glanced into the distance, and then dismounted and leaped into the pit.

A few people stayed behind to look after the horses, and the rest carried long swords and followed Jing Bo in front of them into the distance.

At this time, Su Ping was still asleep, and he didn't know that there was a group of murderous bandits in the distance who were looking for here.

Beside him, a long sword lay quietly on the dirt floor.

Not long after, Jing Bo and his party rushed here.

Jing Bo looked at Su Ping on the ground, his face was strange, and his eyes motioned to the little brother next to him to check.

The thin horse boy hurriedly trotted up, and found that although Su Ping was covered in darkness, he was breathing steadily, and he was obviously not dead.

Ma Zai stretched out his hand and patted Su Ping's face a few times, but Su Ping didn't wake up.

Ma Zai's strength was a little stronger, and there was a crackling sound, but Su Ping still didn't move.

At this time, Jing Bo noticed the long sword in the distance, and his eyes were suffocated.

"Leave him alone, pick up the sword and show me. ”