At that time, the other blood claw was completely torn apart by the leader's claws.

Two pillars of blood surging with yellow paper, blood-colored stripes on the yellow paper surging, somewhat familiar, it was a blood explosion charm!

The leader bared his teeth, his arms swung vigorously, his sleeves swelled, and finally his body turned, and his right palm slapped out fiercely towards the blood pillar in mid-air.

"Sheep style!"

A surging internal force poured out from his right palm, condensed into a pale white mist-like palm, and slapped towards the rushing pillar of blood.

Although this style is called Han Yang, the leader is not silly at all. The leader's right hand clawed down hard, the green tendons swelled, and the white mist palm held the swaying extremely unstable blood pillar, and fell towards the other blood pillar that hit Lu Dart's head.

"Poof! brush ......"

Two jet-black and dirty pillars of blood slapped together, cracking and falling weakly like ordinary water columns. But the yellow paper in the pillar suddenly cracked, and the two pillars of blood exploded, and the endless filthy blood washed the hall again!

Everyone in the hall was already shocked to the point of numbness, and even if the blood stained their bodies again at this time, they didn't bother to move another finger.

Zhao Qingqiu's heart twitched slightly, although she didn't care very much about many things that ordinary people couldn't understand, but at this time, she was still a little difficult to accept being stained with dirty blood for the second time.

I don't know what happened to a certain teacher, whether he can still be safe without the slightest cultivation, she thought.

There seemed to be a glimmer of golden light blinding her eyes.

It's Lu Dart Head!

He stood in the endless blood, but the Buddha voice in his mouth became more and more high-pitched, and his eyes seemed to be able to bloom with brilliant golden lotus.

The ordinary and distinct broadsword he held in his right hand was also golden at this time, like a demon slashing knife that had already been strengthened.

And this big knife praised by the Buddha's voice wants to purify the blood-colored demon floating in the air!

Lu Dart raised the big knife, and the notes in his mouth were like entities, attached to the big knife.

Wu Xun, who was floating in the air, had a gloomy face, the dark red internal force on his body was rolling, and the seal in his hand was fast, it seemed that he didn't even have the kung fu to manipulate the blood pillar, and it was the time when the defense was the weakest!

Golden opportunity!

Wu Xun pointed at the endless darkness outside the door.

Lu Dart head jumped, and the big knife reflected the light of the Buddha!

A soft sword full of cracks flung like a whip, hooking the long knife that Lu Dart's head wanted to slash towards Wu Xun.

In the doorway mixed with endless darkness, a young man who was as dry as a dead corpse had a piece of yellow paper pasted on his head, but his right hand was extremely powerful, and the hilt of the sword he held was pulled backwards, preventing the knife of Lu Dart's head from slashing at Wu Xun.

"It's Liu Rongjie......"

Yang Zhukuai, who was nesting in the corner, said that it was not good.

In this Hufu Villa, Liu Rongjie is a rare Huangting monk who cultivates in the Four Realms, and if he enters the battle, the battle situation will not be good for them.

Lu Dart's head is already a return to the light of injury and injury, and the situation is very difficult to deal with with the cultivation of the leader Fang only about three realms and five times.

What to do?

Yang Zhu hurriedly rubbed his little stubble.

Liu Rongjie's thin feet seemed to be weak, but he suddenly stepped on the blood-stained floor, and rushed towards Lu Dart's head with the soft sword in his hand!

"If you wait to capture the Gu worm with your hands tied, I will spare your life!"

Wu Xun was suspended in mid-air, and with the participation of the corpse puppets of the four realms of cultivation, the tide of battle finally reversed at this time, and he raised his head and said loudly.

Although he seemed to have the intention of letting everyone go, his right hand was not slow, and his gestures were unpredictable towards the relics that were also suspended, and the dead blood in the hall actually began to move.

This Wu Xun wants to manipulate the dirty blood in the hall!

Dirty blood has already been sprinkled all over the hall, and if it is successfully manipulated by that Wu Xun, everyone in the hall will definitely have no chance of winning.

Wu Xun's gloomy face finally evoked an evil smile. The handprint of the right hand was punched faster and faster, and the relics trembled violently, and the divine power seemed to be about to be completed.

A brush mark was applied to the relics for no reason.

Wu Xun's smile froze on his face.

The blood-stained relics seemed to be an ordinary bead at this time, breaking away from the control of Wu Xun's internal force and falling straight down.

The relics contained 10,000 catties of dirty blood, as heavy as a rockery, and it happened to accidentally smash on the top of Liu Rongjie's heavenly spirit cover that flew over, smashing this thin body into the floor, the wood chips burst, the dirty blood splashed, and the talisman on Liu Rongjie's forehead had been wiped by ink marks for some time, and in a moment, the yellow paper quietly fell off.

"Good chance!"

The leader secretly drank in his heart, jumped up like a spirit snake assault, and punched Wu Xun's face fiercely.

"Brute Tiger!"

What a strong punch.

Wu Xun was in disbelief, and suddenly saw this punch coming, and he couldn't react, and this heavy punch hit him in the face with the force of breaking through the air. The mouth could not be suppressed and vomited blood, the teeth were shattered and flew out, and the huge force of this punch was like a tiger slaughtering, nailing him to the wall fiercely, Wu Xun was stuck in the already pitted wall, and his arms hung his head, as if he was being hung in the public.

But everyone didn't believe that he was dead.

Lu Darttou rudely and delicately picked up the soft sword wrapped around his big knife, raised the big knife, and faced Wu Xun who was stuck in the wall, his eyes were full of golden light, like a Buddha, and the old diseases and dark wounds on his body seemed to have never existed.

Lu Dart head maybe, it won't last tonight. Yang Zhukuai looked at the back of Lu Dart's head and sighed softly.

The relic embedded in the lid of Liu Rongjie's withered corpse slowly floated, and a blood-colored silk thread floated out and was connected to Wu Xun's chest.

Lu Dart is not eight, and raises his knife to cut at the silk thread. Although the golden light could cut out the trace of blood that the blade touched, as soon as the knife was cut, the blood line was still connected, and it did not stop because of this.

At this time, the relics slowly rose, and the blood line pulled Wu Xun who was stuck in the wall little by little like a lead, as if this relic was the body at this time, and Wu Xun was just a shell that should carry the soul.

A brush falls from the sky!

Brush three ink marks, casually and regularly painted on the blood surging relics, the ink marks are like living things, layer by layer, and finally wrapped the relics to prevent the blood from overflowing.

The silk thread was broken, and Wu Xun, who was dragged in, fell weakly in a pool of blood.

A person jumped down from the beam and gently twisted the brush that was swimming in the air, and the white robe was particularly eye-catching.

Mo Haoqiong carried the long sword on his back and reached out to caress the brush that was swimming in the air.

"In the Valley of the Lower Sword...... Jian Gu Qi Sect Ji Jingming, I'm really embarrassed, it's too late, and everyone is frightened. ”

In a pool of blood.

Wu Xun, who seemed to be dead, quietly opened his eyes.

Nobody knows.