"Ahh

A scream of pain sounded, He Hu's whole body bounced, and the fire dragon not only devoured his arm, but also instantly turned into raging flames, setting his whole body on fire.

The faint golden flame shone brightly, burning the black clothes, even the skin, and like a puff of silk thread desperately seeping into the flesh and blood, the stinging pain was like a needle prick into the soul.

The screams stopped not long after, because He Hu's fate was even more miserable than Zhao Xin and Qin Xiong, and he was directly stunned and tied up by Yang Ning and still next to the two.

"Iron Boy! You give it to me! Torture him to death for me! ”

Lose face! These subordinates, who had taught them top-notch exercises and often instructed them in their cultivation, were captured one after another, and their blood and holy qi teeth were itching, and they held back cruel words from between their teeth, and assigned a venerable person to fight.

Tie Tong, a sixth-level cultivator, ranks second in strength among the four sixth-level Venerables of the Blood Saint. This person is very ordinary in both figure and appearance, and he is the kind of person who is thrown in the crowd and forgets it at a glance.

But if you underestimate him because of this, then you will definitely suffer a big loss!

Named by the Blood Saint, Tietong slowly walked out of the crowd, holding a black venerable sword in his hand. Hehe, it looks like he's going to use a weapon.

"Hmph, stinky boy, Tietong's sword is a weaker seventh-level venerable who will have a headache when he encounters it, see if you can be as arrogant as before when you wait!"

The Blood Saint secretly sneered in his heart.

Tietong is also really sincere enough, without saying anything, as soon as he comes up, he swings a sword. The sword, there is no bright light eruption, and there is no majestic breath emanating, the speed of the sword is not too fast, it is smooth, but the energy contained in it is terrifying.

This sword made Yang Ning feel the real danger!

The invisible sword qi locked on him, and the surrounding space seemed to be a little depressed, Yang Ning felt that his actions had also become a little stagnant, and the mana quickly spread all over his body, and with a violent shock, the suppression of the surrounding space broke through a line, and the figure flashed behind him.

"Knort"

He's fast, and Tietong is faster!

The black sword in his hand shook, and the steady blade disappeared in Yang Ning's eyes, and in an instant, it turned into dozens or hundreds of jet-black sword rays that caught up with Yang Ning like a cage, turning into a series of sharp mangs that cut through the space and stabbed at all the vital points in Yang Ning's body.

"Master!"

Yang Ning's pupils contracted, and the strength of this person's instant explosion was ten times stronger than He Hu's, and the chill emanating from the sword made Yang Ning's cheeks faintly painful.

Yang Ning's figure retreated violently, and layers of mana shields appeared around Yang Ning.

"Bang ......"

The sword of the iron boy was infinitely powerful, and before they touched, one shield was stabbed and exploded, and the raging mana also wiped out the black sword at the same time, splashing the sky with spiritual light, and even the gray space of the hanging coffin hell was brightened.

The shield shattered, and it didn't take long for it to disappear, but nearly half of the sword rays attacked by the Iron Boy still existed.

"Peng!"

At this moment, Yang Ning's flames rose, and a flame fierce dragon formed by mana hovered around Yang Ning's body, protecting Yang Ning in the middle with the momentum of the hidden dragon coming out of the abyss. A blazing dragon flame erupted from the fire dragon's mouth, and those oncoming sword rays were suddenly ignited by the flames, turning into clusters of fire in the air.

"Kown, Kow, Kow......"

The piercing sound of the sword echoed in the ears of the people on both sides, and the Tietong body unfolded, and he stepped forward, and the sword in his hand burst out with a terrifying sword of hundreds of devouring black lights.

"Very strong!"

This is the feeling that Yang Ning was given by Tietong, but this did not make Yang Ning back down. When he was weak like an ant, he dared to compete with a strong person like Jia Wuyin, who was very different, not to mention the opponent in front of him who was only two small steps higher than himself and was in the same big realm.

"Huh!"

Yang Ning's mana was urged to the extreme, and his powerful momentum exploded, which was no worse than other sixth-level powerhouses.

The mana shield is propped up on the first floor; The flames of the dragon flew on the second floor; The five-colored magic dragon guards the third layer, looking for the gap between the sword and the sword, capturing the figure of the iron boy, and waiting for the opportunity to attack.

"Bang, bang, boom......"

The battle was fierce and terrifying, with violent impacts and explosions, stirring up a hurricane of mana, and if it weren't for the rock walls and earth of the Hanging Coffin Hell being too hard, it would have been blown away by this hurricane. Ordinary sixth-level Venerables fall into it, and they have to shed their skin even if they don't die.

In this battle, Yang Ning seems to be defending and attacking.

"Haha, old clock. Work hard, take down this kid in one bite! Haha......"

"That's right! Torture him to death! Looking at the kid, do you dare to be as arrogant as just now! ”

The monks on the Blood Saint's side saw that Yang Ning was finally suppressed by the people on their side, and a smug smile appeared on their faces, and even the corners of the Blood Saint's mouth had a hint of a smile.

"Well, there's something strange about this, something seems wrong?"

Their eyes swept over the 'Hell Flame Lion' and found that each of them didn't care at all about Yang Ning's restraint, and they didn't have the slightest hint of worry. Suddenly, the joy that the Blood Saint had just risen vanished, and his eyes became gloomy.

An hour passed, and Yang Ning slowly pulled back some offensive momentum, gradually reaching a level. Tietong's sword is indeed powerful, but Yang Ning's defense is stronger, especially his flames, the sword is ignited when it is touched, and it is the most tricky.

"Ahh

Iron boy is angry! Under his sword, even ordinary seventh-level Venerables would be suppressed by him, and now a small fourth-level Venerable, an ant-like existence, not only resisted his sword, but also could attack him.

People who practice evil exercises are prone to anger.

The iron boy roared wildly, kicked his feet to the ground, and the black sword in his hand bloomed with a strong black glow, like a wild bull, rampage towards Yang Ning and stabbed in the chest.

"Humph! This is the moment you have been waiting for! ”

Yang Ning snorted coldly in his heart, and the majestic spiritual power poured out, locking on to the Tietong, and the changes in his sword moves and the movement of his figure were all reflected in Yang Ning's mind.

'Huh'

Yang Ning took a step, and his figure flashed rapidly, letting go of the sword that came from his chest. The right leg bounced up, and a ferocious whip leg was as fast as lightning, so fast that even the iron boy didn't react in time, and then carried a huge force and slammed it on his left waist.

"Bang!"

"Poof!"

Tietong stumbled, Yang Ning's bombardment power combined with the strength of his own forward rush, and the dog fell to the ground with, rubbing the hard ground and sliding five feet away before stopping.

A large wound was cut on the forehead, countless wounds were rubbed on the chest, arms, and thighs, leaving a long blood mark on the ground. The flesh and even the bones all over his body felt a hot pain, especially the left waist that was kicked by Yang Ning, as if the bones inside were cracked, and a large mouthful of old blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Bang ......"

The next moment, the Tietong who had fallen to the ground was still in a daze, Yang Ning's figure swayed, and he had already come to his side, his fists and feet fell like raindrops, and the beaten Tietong had no temper.

As a result, the end was the same again, he was banned and tied up and thrown at the feet of the 'Golden Weasel'.