Chang Yu's heart is ruthless, he was originally a person of magic skills, and what he is best at is exchanging blood for blood.

The nine-year retreat had almost exhausted his fighting experience, and he was clumsy and clumsy like a beginner even when he fought.

And the attacks he encountered these few times were all at the moment of life and death, and the familiarity of the battle in his heart gradually burst out, and how he should fight to win also has a number.

That's why he chose to perform his magic skills without hesitation, and the mouthful of blood that spurted out was fixed at half a finger in front of him, and suddenly it seemed to be blown open.

A little bit of texture began to appear, and this mouthful of blood gradually transformed into the appearance of a face, which was exactly the same as Chang 㤇 when you looked closely.

In the end, the blood flew back like a mask and fell directly on Chang Yu's face, making his already terrifying face even more hideous and terrifying.

"The Blood-Faced Demon God is really the Blood-Faced Demon God, and according to legend, only when his face turns blood-red is the strongest time. ”

There was an exclamation from somewhere on the field, and what he said was very correct, because this blood-colored mask was a forbidden method in the magic arts.

After using it, the original strength can be increased several times, and the blood on the body will also gather into the mask little by little, and the longer it is used, the more it will gather.

If this forbidden method is not lifted within an hour or two, it is likely that the blood of the whole body will be drained alive and die.

And when the mask lasts, the blood of the whole body will converge there, forming a feeling of blood backflow, which is also extremely painful.

Chang Yu felt that familiar pain hit again, but his heart was not uncomfortable, but extremely excited.

Looking at the little golden sword, the halberd in his hand swung and collided with it.

"Ping!"

Golden sparks and black demonic energy splattered everywhere, but the small sword and the halberd were not damaged, and they still showed their demeanor.

Zhu Ganglie's index finger moved, and the little sword seemed to be alive, constantly flying in mid-air, and the sound of breaking the air was frequently released.

Chang Yu held the halberd in his hand, and every time the small sword came, he was able to smoothly capture the opponent's position, so he resisted.

"Pong!"

In just a dozen seconds, the number of times the two have touched has reached hundreds of times, and only the golden light can be seen flashing continuously, and Chang Yu's figure has also been blurred, trying his best to resist.

With such a level of speed, none of the immortal cultivators on the field could successfully capture the trajectory in it, perhaps only the two people who were fighting could detect it.

After another ten seconds, the small sword suddenly broke out of the range of the attack and returned to Zhu Ganglie's side.

The speed is so fast that the golden afterimages around Chang Yu have not disappeared yet, and they look like many small swords.

"Yes, you can actually resist my second move, it is indeed beyond my expectations, it seems that the magic skill also has its uniqueness. ”

Zhu Ganglie's palm smacked slightly, pointing to the golden sword, Huo Ran disappeared, and he also had some different understanding of these magic skills.

Immortal cultivators in the mortal world were able to survive in this world, not only relying on the strength of immortal cultivators, but also some strange other powers.

It's like the witch clan in ancient times, their power is a very mysterious and extraordinary magic, and this magic is the same.

Zhu Ganglie paid attention to him for the first time, and with a slight wave of his palm, the shadow of the god-killing spear was first revealed, and after two seconds, a powerful sense of anger and killing rippled.

The weapons of some immortal cultivators on the field began to tremble slightly, and this level of coercion made it impossible for them to resist it.

"But what kind of weapon? What a strong sense of killing, how many lives are slaughtered here!"

"My peachwood sword is trembling and about to crack!"

The immortal cultivators all checked their weapons, and some of them left the area quickly, fearing that the treasure in their hands would collapse like this.

Chang Yu also stared at Zhu Ganglie's god-killing spear, and felt the endless killing intent on it, and his halberd was simply pediatric compared to it.

"How is ......that possible? How many people do you have to slaughter to form?", he said incredulously.

Chang 㤇 is also a demon.,Usually kill countless people.,The weapons in your hands also condense the killing spirit a little bit.,Although it's not much, it's extremely useful.。

Today, I actually saw a weapon that was almost full of killing, which is very exaggerated.

To be able to have such a powerful killing aura, the number of immortal cultivators slaughtered by this person is a hundred times greater than mine!

Such an idea suddenly popped up in Chang Yu's heart, and he felt a chill down his spine.

Zhu Ganglie didn't have any nonsense, he directly brandished the god-killing spear in his hand, and slashed it down, appearing in the mortal world for the first time with a mighty and powerful gun.

Unlike the previous spear that cut the meteorite stone outside the Ox Hunt City, this is with Zhu Ganglie's divine power and battle intent, at least a few levels have to be grabbed.

The horror on Chang Yu's face became stronger, and there was a strong sense of fear in his heart, and his intuition told him that if he went up to resist, the end would only be death.

A very familiar sense of withdrawal came back to his heart, as if he had met the Golden Lion King eight years ago.

Chang Yu is scared again, and the nightmare in his heart has not gotten along yet, but there is one more.

He didn't have any idea of fighting, and once this thought came out, it was completely crushed like a raging waterfall.

Immediately turned around, and a demonic aura similar to a long line surged around his body, grabbing him like a pair of big hands.

Before he could run away, Zhu Ganglie's spear had already fallen, with a terrifying momentum.

"Master, save me!"

Chang Yu was so frightened that his soul was scared, and he shouted at the sky, and the demonic energy on his body also burst into existence at this moment.

"Click!"

Above the sky, a pitch-black thunder rang out, falling in an instant, and struck Zhu Ganglie's spear.

The two purest of violent energies dissolved into each other, leaving only a large wave of energy that crackled in the air.

A thick black aura rose from the blue sky, forming a face that looked like a thin old man with a goatee.

When Chang Yu saw it, the fear in his heart subsided, and he sat down on his log, panting heavily.

"Rub!"

The sound of the sword unsheathed sounded, and the huge faces in the air suddenly opened their eyes, revealing a hollow depth.

I couldn't see anything from these eyes, and I felt as if I had fallen into the vast sea of stars in the universe and lost my way.

Zhu Ganglie raised his head and looked at him, and he was also a little surprised in his heart, the power of this face is very strong, there is an immortal realm, and this is just an incarnation.

Even an incarnation can have the realm of immortals, which means that its original owner's strength has at least reached the level of Xuan Immortal.

This is a little difficult to do, I didn't expect Chang Yu to have such a master, and there is actually a realm of Xuan Xian...... Isn't this going to be a half-day fight?

Zhu Ganglie became worried, he was not afraid that he would not be able to beat the other party, but he was afraid of wasting time.