As soon as this thing came out of the bag, it swelled in the wind, and in a moment it became the size of a grinding disc, and the yellow light was dazzling, and the momentum was astonishing towards the flying blood-colored evil yuan.

"Phew!"

There was a dull bang, and a strong wind rippled out.

The blood-colored horse training broke, the copper hammer rolled, whined and flew more than a dozen feet away, and disappeared into the dirt with a bang.

Zhang Bingyi's figure shook for a while, and his body twisted strangely one after another, dissolving the force brought by the evil yuan, and still standing straight in place.

Mei Ling let out a coquettish cry, and was swept away by the strong wind of the copper hammer, and her body flew out. A trail of blood, spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Immediately, a pair of powerful arms caught her from behind.

Reaching out to wipe away the blood from the corner of Mei Ling's mouth, he gently put down the little goblin.

Han Xiaochuan touched the blood stains on Wushuang's neck, the wound was not deep, it was just a broken skin.

"Bandage my sister's wound to stop the bleeding, and I'll leave it to me next."

Han Xiaochuan is so heartbroken for his two younger sisters, and he has never let them suffer the slightest grievance along the way. Now they are all injured, and a fierce anger is coiled in their chests, and they are about to be angry.

The little goblin nodded a little frightened, and his body was as uncomfortable as turning over the river and the sea, and he was shocked by the aftermath of the copper hammer.

As soon as Han Xiaochuan's words fell, a violent aura rose to the sky. His face twisted abruptly, and his silver teeth creaked.

His eyes were covered in a strange blood-red color, and he looked like a bloodthirsty demon god.

A terrifying hideous look crept up on his face: "Bastard, ignorant in life, chasing after him." If you dare to hurt my two younger sisters, Lao Tzu will beat you so that your mother doesn't even know you. ”

Zhang Bingyi grinned, as if he had heard the most ridiculous thing in the world, and said unhurriedly: "Hehe! Five Patterns Realm, you dare to say such nonsense, who gave you the guts?

Do you know who I am, have you ever heard of a tattoo trainer? Unfortunately, this son has not only challenged the limits of the human body, but also is a second-class tattoo practitioner. ”

Han Xiaochuan was stunned for a moment, and met a tattoo practitioner again? Is this bragging, or is it related to the tattoo practitioner?

At this time, there was only one thought in his heart, killing! Only by killing this person can he make his anger completely dissipated.

Because of this person, he hurt his two baby-like sisters. It doesn't matter if you're a tattoo practitioner or a demonic genius. Even if it is the king of heaven, Lao Tzu, he will kill you to vent his anger.

The furious blood-colored light, mixed with the purple fire spiritual power that jumped slightly, under Han Xiaochuan's furious mood, burst out of his body and wrapped his whole body, like a powder keg, about to explode.

This is a body protection Yuanguang that only a cultivator of the Cultivation Pattern Realm can do, but it was now only achieved by Han Xiaochuan, who only cultivates in the Five Pattern Realm.

Next, Han Xiaochuan raised his hand stained with the blood of the two sisters, and strangely swiped the blood in his hand under his eyelids.

Two blood marks appeared on his face like a figure of eight, reflecting his already hideous face against the indescribable evil.

The tongue licked the blood on his hands, and with the blood-colored eyes, that expression was really like a bloodthirsty demon crawling out of hell.

Seeing the body protector Yuanguang burst out, Zhang Bingyi's pupils shrank, his heart was shocked, and he had an ominous premonition, this guy's behavior was so abnormal.

It's as if he's lost his mind, and it's as if he's doing some kind of evil magic.

What scares him the most is, why is this guy's spiritual power still so violent?

Could it be that he, like the twin sisters, used some secret method to make his spiritual power so violent?

Wrong! This is the true power of the Elemental Force! It's completely different from those two sisters.

And the blood-colored light that came out of the body! Is that really a body protector? How could something that only existed in the Cultivation Pattern Realm appear on an ant that only had a five-pattern realm?

Zhang Bingyi's brain is paste! But a question flashed through his brain.

There is a prerequisite for being able to cast the body protection element light during the Na pattern period, that is, you must have refined the high-level and low-level Yuan patterns.

Could it be that this guy has refined high-level and low-level evil patterns during the Na Pattern period?

In ancient history, there was indeed such a demon in the Nawen period who did such an unbelievable thing.

But what's going on today?

The two little sisters of the One Pattern Realm are also the power of the Evil Yuan, and now there is another kid who has refined the high-level and low-level Evil Patterns.

Even if it's self-deception, it can't be explained.

If there is such a person who has been lucky enough to refine the evil pattern, although it is unbelievable, he can barely accept it.

But today, the rare and incomparably evil pattern has become a stall, and it has been refined by the hands of the three brothers and sisters in the Nawen period in front of them.

This is simply self-deception and unexplainable fantasy.

Moment! Zhang Bingyi deceived himself and explained that this was impossible, that it must be caused by some kind of evil law, which was an illusion.

The momentum of a genius boy reappeared on the pockmarked face.

After sneering twice, he said disdainfully: "I just broke through to the Five Patterns Realm, and I was so arrogant."

I might as well tell you that this young master started from the First Pattern Realm, and he was a low-level and high-level Yuan Pattern that was refined.

After the Five Patterns Realm, there is the refining of the intermediate and low-level Yuan Patterns.

Hey! How can you wait for ants to look at it, and you don't know the height of the sky?

Give you a choice, leave the exercises you cultivate, and the pair of golden-winged roc chicks, and the twins.

You turn around and walk into that upside-down cloud, and Uncle Ben won't pursue it anymore, how about it? ”

Han Xiaochuan's dantian at this time was about to reach its peak. A slight feeling of swelling struck again.

He underestimated the strength of this Purple Fire Coral Fruit, although it was still a mid-level low-rank, it was no less than a middle-level Yuan Pattern.

Han Xiaochuan took a deep breath of the fire attribute rage factor that had escaped, and he was deaf at all, and his right foot slammed on the ground.

"Boom!"

The mud and stones splashed, and Han Xiaochuan's body was like a blood-colored flame, slashing through the void, and with an extremely oppressive force, he swung out his right fist.

Zhang Bingyi's anger rushed straight to his head from the dantian, and he burst into a shout: "This is what you asked for!" There is a way in heaven that you don't go, and there is no door to hell to come, so taste the power of my white tiger roaring heaven! ”

The two palms of this son made a mysterious trajectory in the air, and the palms circled an incredible amplitude strangely.

A pair of hands and paws like chicken claws trembled violently, and a phantom of gestures appeared in the air.

'Woo' palms closed at an unexpectedly tricky angle.

And the yuan pattern in his dantian twisted into a twisted shape strangely with his mysterious gestures.

It's like a miniature kitten, worshipping the sky.

A turbulent blue-white vortex suddenly appeared on his chest.

In the whirlpool, there was the head of a fierce tiger, with its mouth wide open, and after a tiger roar, it rushed towards Han Xiaochuan who flew in.

"Boom"

The earth-shattering sound suddenly exploded, and a circle of fierce wind swept out from the blood-colored light.

In the midst of the smoke and dust, I only heard Han Xiaochuan roar wildly, and swept out of the burst unscathed.

Still with a furious aura, he pounced on Zhang Bingyi like a whirlwind.

Zhang Bingyi's pupils shrank, and his heart was really a little empty.

Why didn't the powerful secret method attached to the White Tiger Roaring Heavenly Skill actually blast this kid from the Five Pattern Realm into a puddle of flesh?

Not to mention the Five Pattern Realm, even if it is a monk in the early stage of the Cultivation Pattern Realm, under this blow, he will be seriously injured if he does not die.

Is that because of the protective primordial light of the evil spell?

An error in judgment is understandable. Two errors in judgment, that's the deadly rhythm.

But at this time, he couldn't think about it, and his figure ejected out, facing Han Xiaochuan, who was full of evil spirits.

He is already in the Great Perfection State of the Nine Patterns Realm, he has washed the marrow many times, and he is very confident in the strength of his physical body.

The two figures collided together like lightning! The spiritual power is surging, and the blood is dazzling.

"Buzz!"

A circle of blue-red storms the size of a foot swept away from the outbreak point as if scraping the ground.

"Click"

The sound of bones shattering was piercing, and a figure screamed and rolled out three feet away.

The two sisters trembled in their hearts, and looked anxiously at the place where the wind broke out, where the smoke and dust were filled.

I saw that Han Xiaochuan still had a hideous face, and his mouth was spitting purple flame stars. Like a flaming god of war, he strode towards Zhang Bingyi, who was three feet away. One step out, it is far away.

"Hehe, Brother Xiaochuan is so powerful." Mei Ling hugged her sister's slender waist and said with a pale face.

She was actually scared enough, for fear that something would happen to her brother Xiaochuan, after all, it was just refining the Huo Yuan pattern, and her strength was very vain.

Zhang Bingyi's face was not bloody, and he spit out blood in a big gulp, as if he didn't want the capital.

The fist of the right hand, the flesh is blurred and badly deformed.

A white arm bone with minced flesh foam passed through his muscles at this time, and a section was abruptly exposed.

So that the whole arm, are shortened by half.

One punch! The substantial hard-hitting, the gap between the power of the evil yuan and the spiritual power, is vividly reflected, even if his physical body is already extraordinary.

Zhang Bingyi's claws were like a deformed chicken claw at this time, and there were small purple flames that swept between the minced meat.

The smell of burnt meat was simply refreshing, and a trace of fear that had never been felt before swept through Zhang Bingyi's brain.

The power of the evil element, this is the real power of the evil element, it is too violent.

But this son is used to being arrogant, and he was originally a generation of heroes.

He had never suffered such a great humiliation, and this kind of wound that could be fatal to an ordinary monk could not help him.

This officer jumped up suddenly, and with a move of his left hand, the crimson sword went around Han Xiaochuan's neck like lightning.

Han Xiaochuan's divine thoughts kept carrying the raid of the small sword.

Unexpectedly, he snorted coldly and raised the fist that erupted from the blood-red flames.

The Divine Eye locked on the little sword, and suddenly felt a sharp aura coming from above, which made the brain feel a little tingling.

The speed of the little sword was too fast, and I wanted to smash the small sword away with one punch, but I felt powerless, and it was difficult to catch the trajectory that flew by.

It seems that the brain, somewhat sluggish.

Seeing that the little sword was about to pass through the neck. Instinctively in a hurry, his body shook and moved sideways.

Narrowly avoiding the fatal blow, the sharp aura of the sword swept through the protective body and cut a gap.

The little sword flashed red, went around in a circle, turned around again, and the sword on it burst out with an amazing momentum.

This blood-red little sword is really not comparable to ordinary superlative magic weapons. It is estimated that among the high-quality products, they are all rare.

Han Xiaochuan roared, stepped on the ground with one foot, and an earthy yellow light drilled into the ground, and after the rumbling sound, in front of Zhang Bingyi, a huge earthen wall with a height of several feet rose from the ground, overwhelming the mountains and the sea, and pressed down.

Between the dust, Zhang Bingyi was smashed into a pile of rubble. Immediately forcibly interrupted the casting.

Zhang Bingyi bounced the dirt on his body in embarrassment, and the broken part of his right arm was even more distorted.

His face was unusually pale and he rushed out of the pile of rubble.

was injured by the two sisters Fan Tiejian before, and now they were smashed by the simplest earth-based spells.

The little goblin already sensed that something was wrong, and the speed of that little sword was a little too amazing.

Brother Ogawa seems to be coping with it, and he feels a little struggling.

The most important thing is that Brother Xiaochuan, who is usually extremely smart, why didn't he pull out a black knife and cut him?

The little goblin couldn't hold his breath anymore, and the white and pink little fist didn't hesitate to punch Zhang Bingyi in the air.

Immediately afterwards, the arm flashed, and three balls of blood-colored evil qi poured out in a zigzag shape. At the same time, he shouted: "Sister, shoot, that little sword is too fast!" Fight the sword! ”

Wushuang couldn't care about the blood on the wound on his neck, whirring, three punches in a row, whistling out, and roaring towards the small sword.

Three violent clouds of evil qi rolled in the mud and sand, and Zhang Bingyi had just rushed out of the mud and rocks.

Suddenly, I felt a violent aura rolling in, but it was Mei Ling who made a volley. Immediately frightened, the soul flew out of the sky, and when he was seriously injured, he didn't have the courage to follow hard.

This son gritted his teeth and endured the huge pain, and rolled out a distance of a few feet, narrowly avoiding Mei Ling's fatal blow.

The small sword was punched three times in a row by Wushuang, and it flew out seven or eight feet away. With a bang, it was stuck on a boulder, and it didn't reach the handle.

Han Xiaochuan was overjoyed, this kind of opportunity was fleeting, his body flashed, and he appeared in front of Zhang Bingyi like a ghost.

Without any moves, a punch was struck, and the cold and murderous intent in his eyes, the cold and piercing, and the fist wrapped in blood-colored light quickly magnified in Zhang Bingyi's shocked eyes.

"Nope! You can't kill me, I'm the Tianluo Demon Sect practicing tattoo ......"

Burst! The dull sound of flesh, a fist with a sinister aura and a hint of purple flame, slammed into his chest.

The figure was like a broken sack, and it was blasted out five or six feet away by a punch, and before it hit the ground, there was a sound of 'crackling' bones bursting in the air.

A mouthful of blood was in the air, drawing a beautiful rainbow that was a long and beautiful one.

Han Xiaochuan turned over and pounced again, and glanced at Zhang Bingyi who was like a puddle of mud expressionlessly.

Regardless of whether he lives or dies, he lifted his fist like a casserole, and the head and face fell like raindrops.

The two sisters hurriedly turned around, not daring to look at the unusually bloody and terrifying scene.

"Bastard, come on, get up and fight again. Do you want to keep my sister, this virtue still wants my sister, I bah! I'm going to beat you up so much that your mother doesn't even know ......."

[PS: The boring foreshadowing of more than 100,000 words in front of me can endure the pain and see that it is here, especially the fight, which is very well written. But that's just the beginning, and the creativity isn't quite unfolded yet. Now that you have seen this, can you leave a paw print, so that the author is also happy. 】