There are a total of sixteen people under the Blood Saint's hands, two of them at the ninth level, three at the eighth level, three at the seventh level, four at the sixth level, and two each at the fifth and fourth levels.

More than a dozen people had a fierce aura, their eyes showed a fierce light, and they stood behind the Blood Saint in a row with evil faces, as if they were not afraid of the 'Blood Horn Fire Beaver' and their party.

This strength, if the Imperial Dynasty placed outside can form a top force, even if it is obtained in the Holy Dynasty, it is also a force that cannot be underestimated.

The way the two sides had already set the way to fight, and the Blood Saint side had already lined up in formation, Yang Ning took a few steps forward, and came to the open space between the two sides, the 'Golden Weasel' slipped off his shoulder when Yang Ning took a step, leaning on the side of the 'Hell Flame Lion' and lying quietly, waiting to watch the show.

"Humph! Zhao Xin, you don't have to keep your hands on the first game. It's just a fourth-level minor repair. ”

Yang Ning walked out, and the Blood Saint snorted coldly disdainfully, the fourth-level Venerable, in his eyes, was undoubtedly an ant, and he randomly designated one of the two fourth-level Venerables to fight.

Each of his subordinates has cultivated the evil exercises he taught, and they have a certain degree of suppression against ordinary monks or demon beasts, and opponents of the same level will be subject to restrictions everywhere, and their normal strength will not be able to exert seventy percent.

"Quack...... Boy, you really don't know where to buy a coffin, ah! Wrong. There is no need to buy a coffin. When I take you down, I will drain all your essence and blood, and you will become a dried corpse, and finally turn into dust and dissipate the world with a flick of my palm. Dare to mess with us! Hey hey ......"

After the roll call of the dozen or so people in the Blood Saint, a burly black-clothed man with a sturdy body like a bear, a short bun under his chin, a proud expression, and a fierce look in his eyes shouted and walked out with a cruel smile, and he was one of the two fourth-level Venerables under the Blood Saint's subordinates who had cultivated to be the weakest.

When he came to the distance of five zhang in front of Yang Ning, a strong bloody aura burst out from Zhao Xin's body, and the corrosive aura in the surrounding air was a little stronger.

"Boy! Give me death! Suppress you with one palm! ”

The arrogant shouts came out from Zhao Xin at the end, a black magic palm with a disgusting smell of blood, and the five fingers opened to hold Yang Ning's body, and under the mana cover, it shrouded Yang Ning's body.

The 'Hell Flame Lion' saw that Zhao Xin wanted to suppress Yang Ning with mana as soon as he came up, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching twice, and the eyes looking at him were very strange, both sarcastic and pitiful:

That kid's flame is even a little afraid of it, and nothing is not burning, unless it is absolutely crushed by strength, otherwise it will suffer a big loss if it encounters his flame.

"Hmph, if you want to suppress me, your heart is big enough."

Looking at the approaching magic palm, Yang Ning smiled coldly, and his footsteps did not move for half a minute. This big guy is really brave enough, and I don't know what gives him such confidence that he can suppress himself.

"Peng!"

In the blink of an eye, a ball of firelight was born in Yang Ning's palm, forming a fire-filled fire palm, which quickly met Zhao Xin's black palm and pushed it over with one palm.

"Boy! Before you came, didn't you inquire clearly, every one of our people here in the Blood Saint has cultivated divine skills, and they can easily suppress their peers? Since you still dare to fight against my mana, it's really ...... Yes! ”

Seeing that Yang Ning didn't dodge or dodge the magic palm he blasted out, Zhao Xin secretly snickered, this fool, I don't know if everyone here cultivates the exercises passed down by the Blood Saint, and can they suppress opponents of the same level after using it? couldn't help but sneer at Yang Ning, but before he finished speaking, he let out a painful wail.

"Boom"

The two palms struck each other, and Yang Ning's fire palm exploded immediately, as if it was vulnerable, making Zhao Xin feel very proud that suppressing Yang Ning was only a matter of minutes.

However, what happened next did not appear in Zhao Xin's imagination that Yang Ning was suppressed, but the fire palm that seemed to him to be suppressed and shattered at the touch formed a raging flame in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, all five fingers of his magic palm were burned, and a huge hole burned out in the palm of the palm, and his attack was broken in an instant.

That's not all, while breaking the attack, these scattered flames actually ignited all the mana they emitted, and what made him even more frightened was that these flames seemed to be still conscious, and along with their own mana, they burned to his arm at once, and a cone-like pain entered Zhao Xin's mind.

This sudden change surprised everyone on the Blood Saint's side. The stinging pain also stimulated Zhao Xin's nerves, and he frantically drove the mana to his arm, wanting to extinguish the flame on his hand, but the more mana was delivered, the more the flame burned, and there was a tendency to spread along the arm to the entire body, which made Zhao Xin feel extremely panicked in his heart.

The smug expression stopped abruptly, and the sharp stinging pain made Zhao Xin can't help but let out a terrible scream.

"Yikes!"

"Poof"

Zhao Xin was also ruthless enough, his left hand stood like a knife, roared wildly, and slashed at his right arm that was being lit, and cut off his right arm at the shoulder.

In just a few breaths, Zhao Xin's severed arm was burned into a ball of ashes.

"Hiss......"

There was a gasp from the people on the Blood Saint's side.

"Sleepy!"

And that's not all. At the same time that Zhao Xin shaved off his arm, Yang Ning's Five Dragons Fusion Spell was displayed, and the five spirit dragons fused with the Winding Technique tied Zhao Xin like a zongzi in an instant, making him unable to move for half a minute.

"Close! Xiao Jin, take a good look at him. ”

Before the Blood Saint could react, he raised his hand and dragged Zhao Xin over like a cargo, and threw it at the feet of the 'Golden Devouring Weasel'.

"This, bastard! Licentious! ”

The whole process was only a few dozen breaths of time, and under his nose, before he could react, his subordinates were captured alive, and the Blood Saint felt a faint pain in his face, and when he stepped forward, he wanted to teach Yang Ning a lesson in person.

"Blood Saint, be mindful of your own identity. Don't lose the face of the saints. ”

Seeing the Blood Saint move, the 'Blood Horn Fire Beaver' also took a step forward and said coldly.

"Hmph, let you be proud for a while, and when it falls into my hands, I will let you know what life is better than death!"

The transmission of the 'Blood Horn Fire Beaver' made the Blood Saint stop moving, and glanced at Yang Ning coldly with both eyes, with a bone-chilling look in his eyes, forcibly suppressed the annoyance in his heart, and retreated back to his place.

"Qin Xiong, you go!"

Good! If the same level is not your opponent, then I will send a fifth-level one to see if you can still be so easy! The Blood Saint pointed his finger at a fifth-level Venerable and ordered him to fight.

This fifth-level Venerable named Qin Xiong had a huge contrast between his body size and his name, and the whole person looked thin like a monkey, which was completely incompatible with the strength of the bear.

However, Yang Ning will never treat such a person carelessly.

Sure enough, Qin Xiong's cultivation seemed to focus on the technique of speed. After coming up, he unfolded his body, which was fast and weird, and Yang Ning was surrounded by him.

Moreover, the operation of the exercises, the corrosive aura that was three times stronger than Zhao Xin was like a dense fishing net, surrounding Yang Ning's body, and between the gaps in the fishing nets, there were even more light blades and lightning flashes formed by mana to kill all the vital points of Yang Ning's body.

"Hey, that's kind of interesting."

Qin Xiong's attack Yan Yang Ning felt a trace of pressure, and his methods were also a little different from those of ordinary monks. Yang Ning propped up a defensive light shield and responded to Qin Xiong's attack with great interest.