In the face of Lin Xueyi's brazen attack on this eighth-level martial sect, He Wuxian did not dodge it. Read the full text of the latest chapter in 800BOOK

The blood flame wings behind him flapped violently, and his body rushed towards Lin Xueyi like lightning.

In mid-air, he held the knife in both hands and slashed out thirty-six sword lights.

"Vacuum break!"

Thirty-six sword lights suddenly condensed into a crimson treasure knife.

"Poof!"

With a crisp sound, the Crimson Treasure Knife 'hole' pierced through Lin Xue's disgusting knife and stabbed him in the shoulder with a bang.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the Crimson Treasure Knife directly pierced Lin Xueyan's flame shield and stabbed him in the shoulder.

Lin Xueyan's body was wearing a pair of armor of a sixth-level mystical weapon, and his defense was extremely powerful.

The Crimson Treasure Knife struck the armor, failing to pierce it, and shattered into powder.

However, the terrifying power that erupted from the Crimson Treasure Knife was 800,000 catties, and it immediately trembled Lin Xue's disgusted body, and he retreated back again and again.

"Pedal Pedal Pedal T

He retreated six steps away in a row, stepped on six huge footprints on the ground, and stepped out of the cracks in the ground within a radius of ten zhang, and Lin Xuewei stopped his body.

His eyes suddenly widened, staring at He Wuxian incredulously, and his eyes showed an incredible look.

"How is that possible!You're just a sixth-level martial sect......"

Lin Xueyi couldn't accept this fact, he couldn't believe that as an eighth-level martial sect, he was actually repelled by a sixth-level martial sect with one move.

He Wuxian flapped his six-winged wings, flew in the air, looked at Lin Xueyi condescendingly, and sneered with disdain.

"What about the sixth-level Martial Sect, Young Master Ben will still kill you like a 'chicken'!"

Lin Xueyi suddenly became furious, his eyes were blood-red, and his voice roared hoarsely: "Boy, Hugh is rampant, this seat will send you on your way!"

When the words fell, Lin Xueyi held the blood-colored scimitar in both hands, and his whole body bloomed with brilliant flame light.

A powerful and incomparable momentum suddenly burst out, forming an invisible energy that shook all the black fog demonic qi around it.

The earth with a radius of 100 zhang was suddenly shaken and jumped incessantly, cracking countless wide cracks.

Lin Xueyan held the scimitar in both hands, and seemed to close it in front of him slowly but extremely quickly, combining the two scimitars into a round of red 'color' flames.

"Flame Wheel Slash!"

With a burst of applause, a two-foot flame wheel suddenly sprouted and slashed at He Wuxi.

The wheel of flames was extremely fast, spinning wildly, growing bigger and bigger, and giving birth to many barbs and blades.

When the Wheel of Flames slashed in front of He Wuxian, it was the size of a house, enveloping him in it, and it was completely impossible to dodge. Hot

This flame wheel slash is Lin Xueyi's peerless skill, a Xuan-level high-grade martial art, and the power is extremely powerful.

Even a high mountain will be slashed into powder by the wheel of flames, completely crumbling and shattered.

In the face of such a ferocious attack, He Wuxian's face was solemn, and he held the blood-drinking knife with both hands, and instantly slashed out eighteen sword lights.

"Mountains and rivers are broken!"

"Boom!"

Eighteen fierce and fiery flame swords instantly bloomed like 'flowers' and slashed towards the flame wheel.

"Bang!"

In an instant, the shattered mountains and rivers and the flame wheel slashed together, and there was a rumbling sound of the earth shaking the mountains.

The terrifying energy swept out in an instant, tearing the earth apart into more than a dozen ravines.

The flame sword and the wheel of flames, under the hard bombardment, actually exploded at the same time, turning into fragments of flames in the sky, and slamming around.

Lin Xueyi was stunned, he had just released his trick, and his Yuan Force had not yet recovered, and he was still a little breathing.

He originally thought that if he went all out to use a special move, he would definitely be able to kill He Wuxi.

Who knows, the trick was broken so lightly.

At this moment, Lin Xuewei felt a strong unwillingness, anger and loss in his heart.

For decades, he has been a high-powered, and the owner of the Wind Demon Hall has changed his 'color', and as long as he makes a move, no one will survive.

And now, this deep-rooted self-confidence that has existed in his heart for decades has been shattered and collapsed.

That huge gap and failure made him almost crazy, and his blood burned all over his body.

But at this moment, it shattered into pieces, and in the light of the flames that sprinkled all over the sky, a crimson 'colored' treasure knife suddenly stabbed out.

"Vacuum break!"

approaching the rampaging Lin Xueyi, he heard a cold drink.

Then, the crimson 'colored' sword enlarged in his pupils, approaching like lightning.

"Whew!"

When Lin Xueyi realized the crisis, it was too late, and the Crimson Treasure Knife instantly 'pierced' through his flame shield and 'inserted' into the 'door' of his brain.

A scorching current of air instantly spread through his mind, burning his skull to ashes from the inside out.

With a "poof", Lin Xueyi's corpse fell straight down and smashed to the ground.

"Ding! Kill an eighth-level martial sect and gain 80,000 experience points. ”

In He Wuxian's mind, a system prompt sounded.

The fragments of flames that filled the sky finally dissipated at this time, and the surrounding area was full of black mist.

He Wuxian carried the blood-drinking knife, flapped the wings of the blood flame, surrounded by flames, and looked at the peerless demon soul in the distance.

After a quarter of an hour of fighting, the peerless demon soul had killed nearly fifty martial sects, and only a dozen of them were still alive.

Of course, the power of the more than sixty martial sects joining forces to besiege was also terrifying.

The entire scorched-earth black mountain has long since collapsed, shattering into a mound of earth and piling up countless rocks and dust.

The huge demon face with a radius of thirty zhang became incomplete, and the scarlet eyes, which were like flames, also dimmed.

It continued to roar and roar, wielding two broken black mist long knives, slashing the surviving dozen or so Martial Sects.

It's just that the strength of these dozen or so Martial Sects is at least above the seventh-level Martial Sect, and they can dodge the slashing of the demon soul and continue to fight back.

He Wuxian's gaze, through the thick black fog, saw the light that kept flickering and jumping in the distance.

He knew that the martial artists whose strength was lower than that of the seventh-level Martial Sect had basically been killed by the Demon Soul.

The remaining thirteen people were all seventh, eighth, and ninth-level martial sects.

Yun Aotian of the Qingshan Sword Sect, Mo Qianchou of the Ice and Snow Palace, and Ling Xiaoyun of Lingfeng City, these three masters are all impressively listed.

More than a dozen Martial Sects joined forces to set up the Five Elements Sword Formation, and they were constantly fighting with the Demon Soul.

The battle between the two sides had reached its most tragic point, the demon soul had been injured, and more than a dozen martial sects were all hung up, covered in blood.

Now, He Wuxian didn't want to 'meddle' in this matter anymore, and he didn't even think about falling into the well and killing Yun Aotian and the others.

Qingluan Lingyu has arrived, he just wants to leave the forbidden land of the soul and return to Pearl Island as much as possible.

However, the demon soul has not yet been killed, and the black 'colored' light shield that envelops the square is still there, and he cannot escape.

In desperation, he had no choice but to carry the blood-drinking knife and rush towards the demon soul.

Tang Bao and Bai Yan were too weak to resist the attack of the demon soul at all.

He Wuxian let the two stay on the periphery, wait and see what happens, looking for an opportunity to escape from the black 'colored' light shield.

"Whew!"

The wings of the blood flame flapped, and He Wuxian's speed was as fast as a bird, and in a few breaths, he swept a distance of thousands of zhang and came to the side of the demon soul.

The huge demon face, the scarlet eyes that beat like flames, and the big mouth of the house, still exists.

But half of its head is missing, and its face is also 'exposed' with a few pits and 'holes', which looks even more weird and terrifying.

Seeing that, more than a dozen Martial Sect powerhouses once again joined forces to 'excited' | Shoot out thousands of sword lights.

The demon soul angrily swung the black mist twin swords, slashing those sword lights, and the two sides fought fiercely, and it was difficult to distinguish between them.

He Wuxian keenly seized this opportunity, quickly flew to the side of the demon soul, held the blood-drinking knife with both hands, and slashed it fiercely.

"Mountains and rivers are broken!"

Eighteen flame blades appeared in an instant, slashing fiercely at the ears of the demon face, and shattering into seventy-two sword lights.

Suddenly, the demon soul who was caught off guard was directly slashed by the sword light and screamed in pain, his ears were shattered, and half of his face was missing.

The furious demon soul was injured by a sneak attack, and he immediately became furious and frenzied, swinging the black mist twin swords and slashing at He Wuxi.

He Wuxian immediately waved his wings and retreated like a bird.

"Bang!"

The huge black mist twin knives slashed into the air, directly killing and crushing a huge mountain.

Unexpectedly, the demon soul chased and killed unrelentingly, and caught up with He Wuxian in an instant.

"Moo!"

In the roar, the demon soul spewed out thousands of black mist, like iron cables, shrouded in He Wuxian.

Each iron cable has a hateless waist thickness, and thousands of iron cables attacked, directly sealing the range of 300 zhang in radius.

Suddenly, He Wuxian was trapped by three iron cables condensed by black mist, and was dragged towards the abyssal giant mouth of the demon soul.

The power of the demon soul is extremely great, even if it is just an iron cable condensed with black 'colored' demon mist, it has a terrifying power of millions of catties.

He Wuxian couldn't break free at all, and watched himself being dragged towards the mouth of the demon soul, about to be devoured by it.

At the critical moment, he clenched the blood-drinking knife with both hands, shouted angrily, and slashed out.

"Ice Soul Slash!"

The Ice Spirit Sword Soul was consumed in an instant, and a dazzling ice blue 'color' brilliance burst out from within the Blood Drinking Knife.

This is a huge sword ten zhang long, the whole body is crystal blue 'color', with a terrifying cold air.

With a single slash, the temperature of a radius of thousands of zhang instantly dropped to the terrifying Cheng dù.

The earth was frozen and sealed, and the hard rocks were frozen and cracked into stone powder.

"Boom!"

The terrifying Ice Spirit Soul Breaking Slash directly cut off the iron rope condensed by the black mist, and He Wuxian was able to get out.

At the same time, the huge ice blade also slashed the demon soul.

"Bang!"

The huge demon face was actually split in the middle by the Ice Spirit Soul Breaking Slash, and it shattered in half.

Under the heavy blow, the shattered demon face turned into a billowing black mist, surging and boiling.

The black 'colored' light shield that shrouded a thousand feet in a radius actually collapsed directly, shattering into thousands of black mist.

At this moment, the demon soul was injured, and the black mist light shield around it was shattered, which should have been an excellent opportunity to take the opportunity to kill the demon soul.

However, what surprised He Wuxian was that.

More than a dozen martial arts sects led by Yun Aotian and the others retreated and fled in unison after a moment of stunnedness, as fast as a dead father.

He Wuxian was dumbfounded.

He flew in mid-air, staring dumbfounded at those Martial Sects who had fled and were running wildly, his face was extremely colorful.

"!"

For the reaction of those martial sects, his angry face was 'pale', but there was only one word that could express his mood at the moment.