The murderous wooden sword slashed at the thick veins connected to the stone gate with the aura of sharp gold.

"Bang!"

The veins exploded, spurting blood-red fluid.

Rong Hui quickly retreated.

The moment the ichor landed, hundreds of thousands of demons crawled out of the ichor.

It seems that what Rong Hui cut off was not a blood vessel, but a yellow spring water that hid hundreds of millions of evil ghosts and fierce spirits.

Countless Jindan Realm, the red-clothed demons of the Foundation Realm rushed towards Rong Hui.

At the same time, the blood vessels behind the door turned into vines and swarmed towards Rong Hui's side in all directions, sealing off all the paths she could take.

Rong Hui was not in a hurry, he withdrew while fighting, and used the fire heart technique to condense the sword formation while retreating.

If you cut off the blood vessels, evil spirits will gush out.

Tan Boxuan was single-minded, the two doors behind him were his eyes, and Rong Hui's every move was under his nose, "Fifth Elder, this seat said that you will definitely lose." ”

Rong Hui was as fast as the wind, and the flame burning city sword array condensed by the fire heart trick reappeared.

With the blessing of the Divine Dragon Dharma, the evil ghosts within a radius of ten miles all melted into green smoke under the double attack of the Golden Mang Sword Array and the Burning City.

The ruthless killing sword moves are fierce and decisive, and they will not die.

The golden sword qi and the red sword array ignited the pitch-black sky, like two burning torches, it was so small, but it was extremely dazzling.

The Qiongzhou monk who saw the Ronghui fighting method clearly in the sword formation [ ] only felt his blood boiling.

That's the battle!

Rong Hui concentrated the flames on the two stone doors, beads of sweat rolled down her pale face, no one saw that there was a deep wound on her back from her left shoulder to her right back, she only needed to gently peel off the rolled flesh to see the iron bones, "Just you?"

The old ghost who had risen half-step in Penglai Pavilion was helpless against her.

Tan Boxuan is also worthy?

"The five elders don't shed tears when they don't see the coffin. Tan Boxuan's purple eyes were stained with blood, the door of the Ziwei Sword Sect was pushed open by him, Rong Hui burned the door to burn him, the blood vessels that provided him with spiritual power were burned by Rong Hui, Tan Boxuan's back had been burned into black charcoal, he smiled in the spring breeze, "Then let you see the power of the four dragon bone doors in Qiongzhou!"

Tan Boxuan roared, "The Lord of the Blood Umbrella - the Sea God!"

Qin Lie, who was holding a blood umbrella, flew towards Tan Boxuan under the control of the painting soul, he held the umbrella in one hand, and swiped in the air with the other, and the blood gate of the wind and rain building suddenly appeared.

Without Qin Lie's protection, Wang Shi's righteous iron fist slammed into Qin Yan's heart.

"Poof!"

A fist-sized hole appeared in Qin Yan's chest, and a shattered heart jumped out of his chest, and red blood gushed out from his body.

Seeing this, Qin Lie's white pupils opened suddenly, and after a brief moment of consciousness, he shouted in horror: "Brother!"

Qin Yan looked at his younger brother who had regained a trace of consciousness and smiled with relief, "Qin Lie, my brother will take care of you again in the next life..."

As soon as Qin Lie's soul left his body, he was struck to ashes by the thunderbolt.

"No!" Qin Lie rushed over and grabbed his brother's remaining soul.

"Boom!"

Dozens of tribulation thunderbolts slashed at Qin Lie's body at the same time, and he turned into ashes on the spot without preparation.

Rong Hui's eyes tingled slightly, and she suddenly rose up and gathered Qin Lie's soul into the wooden sword.

The blood umbrella was taken by Qin Lie to the vicinity of the thunder tribulation, and was split by dozens of heavenly thunders, the blood stains on the umbrella surface faded a lot, and the cracks on the umbrella surface that were heavily injured by Wang Shi that day were violently torn apart.

"Tear up!"

The umbrella surface is shattered.

"Boom!"

The blood umbrella is extremely heavy, and it unexpectedly becomes the second target chosen by the thunderbolt.

Tan Boxuan's greatest help was favored by Tianlei, his face became more and more pale, his gloomy purple eyes looked at Rong Hui, and grinded his teeth and said, "Good plan!"

Rong Hui turned a deaf ear, and she said to Wang Shi: "Senior brother, hammer Qin Yan's corpse!"

The thunder was loud, and the screams were too high-pitched, and Wang Shi didn't hear what Rong Hui said.

But he aimed at Qin Lie's lower body and hammered it down.

Wang Shi's speed is fast, and Tan Boxuan, who understands the blood gate more deeply, is even faster.

He ordered thousands of red-clothed ghosts from different realms to snatch Qin Yan's body.

Rong Hui and Wang Shi were entangled by powerful ghosts, the two of them were one step slower, and the blood gate was finally won by Tan Boxuan.

Four blood doors stood in all directions of Tan Boxuan, four thick blood vessels connected his body, and above his head were countless powerful ghosts who blocked the heavens and tribulations.

Gathering the four blood gates, a smug smile appeared on Tan Boxuan's pale face.

He took out two golden dragon's eyes and threw them into the sky.

The two dragon's eyes were like the rising sun in the east illuminating the entire Qiongzhou, and the thunderstorm suddenly became smaller.

Rong Hui stepped on the earth, she urged the golden mang sword array, and tens of thousands of sword qi condensed into a second golden long sword.

Rong Hui took out the mountains and rivers to invoke the spiritual power of the wind and rain building, and the ancient spell flew out of her pale lips, which was a command from the ancients, "Heaven and earth obey my edict! Where the sun and the moon shine, no matter what, heaven, earth, people, and gods, are all for me to drive!

The creatures on the ground were all prostrate, and the boiling blood veins sensed great pressure, and they couldn't suppress the surging, and everyone looked at Rong Hui's blood-drenched hands, the palm-sized seal, and couldn't help but surrender.

Wang Shi resisted Qianjun's pressure and didn't kneel.

He looked at Rong Hui, and his eyes were not the cunning and perverse fifth junior sister.

At this moment, she was a murderous glass statue, indifferent, solemn, terrifying and strange to him.

Tan Boxuan, who thought that he had the chance to win, looked at Shanhe Jian blankly, and a fear stretched out in his heart, he wanted to escape, but the pressure on his body suffocated him, the coercion from heaven and earth made him tremble, his heart seemed to be pinched by a hand, and even breathing was a luxury.

Rong Hui took advantage of the fact that Shanhe Jian released the coercion of heaven and earth, and the wooden sword flew out of her palm as fast as lightning, directly taking Tan Boxuan's head.

At the same time, a flying sword stabbed out from Tan Boxuan's back and drew a circle on his chest.

"Bang. ”

Tan Boxuan's heart and head landed at the same time.

Behind Tan Boxuan's fallen flesh, Jiang Xueyun with a happy face appeared.

Rong Hui put away the mountains and rivers, and quickly caught Tan Boxuan's soul that was about to escape.

Tan Boxuan didn't see anger on his face, but he smiled instead: "Rong Hui, if you kill me, you will kill yourself." ”

Rong Hui took out the painting soul from the Qiankun bag, and the corners of his mouth hooked, "That's it?"

Rong Hui's contemptuous tone completely angered Tan Boxuan, he was so angry that his soul twisted, and his whole person was like an angry lion, roaring: "It was you in the Valley of Flowers that day, it was you!"

"That's right. Rong Hui was angry and didn't pay for his life, "Little thing, play with me, can't you afford to play?"

A sentence that he can't afford to play makes Tan Boxuan think of his plan is because of this sentence that he can't afford to play, which makes him miss a good opportunity, and he takes every step of the way to let Rong Hui die under his hands.

I never thought that the momentary intention of winning and losing made Tan Boxuan's plan lose all the games, and he trembled with anger, "Rong Hui, I won't let you go if I am a ghost!"

Rong Hui put the painting soul into the soul of Tan Boxuan, who was writhing wildly, and said with an evil smile: "You really can't afford to play."

You have troubled this seat for a few days, and this seat has made you troubled day and night.

Do you remember the fear of being buried alive?"

Fear of occupying Tan Boxuan's soul, he roared: "Rong Hui, kill me, kill me!"

Rong Hui smiled and said, "Don't worry, you can slowly understand." ”

As he spoke, Rong Hui summoned the painting ghost in the wooden sword, "Draw it in, let him be the companion of the Psychic Sect Master, I think he will be very happy." ”

The wicked have their own grinding.

The painting ghost shuddered, and according to the words, Tan Boxuan, who was attached to the painting soul, was sent to the album.

In an instant, the album came to life in an instant.

The Sect Master of the Psychic Sect and Tan Boxuan were red-eyed in the painting.

The thunderbolt was gone, and he disappeared in a moment.

Rong Hui looked at Jiang Xueyun.

It's not over yet.