The longer he struggled with Lan Feng, the stronger Long Xiaoquan's determination to kill Lan Feng became, this was a genius who had to be killed in the cradle and not let it grow.

"Bang ......"

Long Xiaoquan secretly measured the power outside the Lingwu Realm in the palm of his hand, grabbed the fist that Lan Feng struck with his big hand, and after a moment of confrontation, Lan Feng was invincible, and his body shook slightly and withdrew two steps, and the soles of his feet were full of light, and he settled his body.

Long Xiaoquan narrowed his eyes into a line, tilted his head and looked at Lan Feng, looking a little disbelieving, but at the same time, a powerful momentum surged out of his body, and his big feet swept out of the air.

"Boom ......"

Long Xiaoquan's foot strength was very strong, and it was so close that the vacuum sounded, and the marks of big feet were exposed in the air, which made people feel cold.

Lan Feng's bloody eyes flickered, he only had battle in his heart, endless battle intent, and his big foot also kicked out and met him, but when he heard the sound of "boom", he kicked together in the air, and the two people who followed the bullet retreated at the same time.

Lan Feng's soles were full of mangs, there was a pool of blood hanging on the top of his head, and a few frogs rolled in the air like his feet were glued to the air, and he was settled.

Long Xiaoquan secretly mixed the amount of power outside the Lingwu Realm in it, the amount of power was very strong, and the person just retreated backwards and stabilized his body, Lan Feng couldn't hurt him at all in the pure flesh.

Lan Feng's bloody eyes were bewitching with blood red, and he seemed to be beaten out by Long Xiaoquan, and it seemed that he was tempted by Long Xiaoquan to bring out the heavenly killing intent in the depths of his heart.

After one side stood still, Lan Feng rushed towards the other party, and he didn't use any spiritual determination, he wanted to defeat the other party with his powerful body.

He was surrounded by a bloody aura, and its aura was like a roar of thousands of ghosts and ghosts, bursting with heart-rending roars.

Long Xiaotian suddenly laughed, and as soon as his big foot stepped out, he made his palm meet it.

With a soft "hiss" sound, Long Xiaoquan's strength suddenly decreased, and he failed to shake Lan Feng upside down like the last few times.

Lan Feng had a bloodthirsty smile on his face, he was like a madman, and when one party succeeded, he laughed rampantly, and he continued to operate the mental method in his body, trying to shake Long Xiaoquan out of the body.

He felt that it was worth using so many opportunities to be swept away in exchange for knocking a strong man out of the sky once, and the blood light and evil qi around him were moving like crazy under the random movement of his heart, and the blood light was in the sky, and the evil qi was rolling and moving.

Lan Feng stared at Long Xiaoquan coldly, looking like he was stunned.

Suddenly, Lan Feng felt a piercing pain coming from his palm, and the pain came from his palm little by little, and then spread throughout his body.

Immediately afterwards, I saw a fierce sword light on his palm, and the sword light broke through the dantian halo under his cover little by little, and stabbed it into the palm of his hand, and the most piercing palm was exposed on the back of his hand was a sword.

"The natal magic weapon, what you think, what you want. Lan Feng said gloomily, his face completely devoid of fear, but a crazy bloodthirsty smile.

Lan Feng suddenly activated the spiritual power in his body, ignoring the pain, his big hand clenched into a fist, and he grabbed the sword tightly, completely ignoring the wound on his big hand.

Lan Feng is a bit like an outlaw, he is crazy, he only survived to fight, bloody battles, until he died in battle, and he could not stand up again.

Long Xiaoquan should have shown joy when his treacherous plan succeeded, but he felt a creepy feeling, and he didn't even know why Lu Dao's feeling of mistake came from.

Suddenly, he saw Lan Feng's big hand that was not injured grabbing the top of his head, and Lan Feng grabbed the pool of blood on the top of his head.

When he caught the blood pool, the blood pool seemed to have survived, and the blood light and evil qi swept out in the air, rolling and moving. Lan Feng grabbed the pool of blood and slapped it at Long Xiaoquan.

Long Xiaoquan's face suddenly turned pale, he finally knew that the fear in his heart came from, it was a pool of blood.

This blood pool has a turbulent aura, and it once confronted the jade seal for a moment, and absorbed the majestic force on the jade seal, thus exploding the jade seal.

If this pool of blood smashed on himself, Long Xiaoquan thought of the consequences of the blood pool falling on him, his whole body shook, he couldn't imagine what kind of consequences it was.

He was scared, he was desperately trying to take back the pierced sword and escape from the city, facing the terrifying existence of the blood pool, he had no courage to fight at all.

Lan Feng's injured hand tightly grasped the sword, and the aura of the blood mang's dantian around his body flickered, Long Xiaoquan couldn't take the sword back, so he simply abandoned the sword, and the whole figure flew upside down in a flash.

With a loud "boom", the blood pool flew into the air and smashed into the air, as if the entire mid-air was smashed out of the light of the sky, and it shook in mid-air.

Long Xiaoquan broke out in a cold sweat for a while, he felt that although this Lan Feng was a great spiritual martial artist, his cultivation was too low, but the blood pool magic weapon in his hand made him hurt everywhere.

This is the most headache since his debut, this magic weapon is too weird, like a natal magic weapon is not a natal magic weapon, but after carrying all the ordinary natal magic weapons to a few streets, he leads all the way.

What kind of treasure is this, he showed a hint of greed on his face, but this trace of greed disappeared without a trace in an instant, and he looked back again to see that the entire mid-air was full of pools of blood.

Lan Feng had heard Yun Xinyan talk about the natal magic weapon, and after calling it out of thin air a few times, the blood pool suddenly became all over the sky, and he felt that he had a certain connection with the blood pool.

This connection is like a feeling of flesh and blood, his heart moves at will, the sword points to the direction of the soldier, and he feels that where his spiritual consciousness is, the pool of blood will appear at will.

Lan Feng didn't even know what this feeling was for, but this feeling made him extremely happy.

Long Xiaoquan panicked, he didn't have the courage to fight, he really wanted to use his natal magic weapon to deal with it, but this idea just turned in his mind, and then he was thrown out of the nine heavens.

Using the Heavenly Natal Magic Weapon will attract the Heavenly Hands conjured up by the will of the Blood Path, and the chance of being killed will be faster, and he will not kill himself like the few headless sealers in front of him.

Moreover, he thought that although the magic weapon of the blood pool in Lan Feng's hand was powerful, the other party's cultivation was very low, and he secretly used the strength outside the Lingwu Realm to collect it at one shot, hiding from the sky and the sea, and there was a great possibility of escaping.

Long Xiaoquan chose a place and flew out of the sky, he believed in his ability, but he could break through one of these blood pools, and fly out of the Lu in an instant, without confronting the blood pool.

"Bang Bang ......"

Long Xiaoquan's big hand grabbed it out of thin air, and his big hand grabbed a bright sword, he carried the sword, and slashed into the blood pool with the momentum of the sky.

This slashing dragon Xiaoquan only felt that there was a soul devouring force pulling the spiritual power in his body, and after the person hurriedly retreated, he escaped the devouring of the blood pool.

Next, Long Xiaoquan successively slashed with his sword, his power became stronger and stronger each time, and after a while, a little crack appeared on a blood pool, and the crack was gradually pulled bigger, revealing an empty opening.

Long Xiaoquan's figure shook and flew out of the empty mouth, and after flying out, he looked back at him with a sense of fear.

With a "bang", there was a pain on Long Xiaoquan's head, and he looked up, only to see an incomparably huge pool of blood above him.