The dangerous smell rising from Luo Sheng's body made Tong Yuan avoid it like a snake and scorpion.

His right arm was stretched straight, his five fingers spread out like an eagle's hook, and his entire right palm trembled and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his mouth was babbling like an unknown magic mantra.

I could only hear the mantra, and the sound suddenly fell, and the blood mist on my feet suddenly became thick and dripping, which was disgusting. The billowing and rich essence gathered into blood-red wisps and wrapped around the withered palm. The corners of Luo Sheng's mouth were hideous, and his withered palm pinched and exploded the scarlet blood cells condensed in the palm of his palm, and in an instant, it turned into a blood spear as hideous as the corner of his mouth.

Blood Thorns.

The Blood Spirit Sect specializes in cultivating blood methods, and the Blood Thorn is a magical power to defeat the enemy from a distance, which is the most suitable for the current situation.

Luo Sheng bent his arm and raised his gun, and his right arm gathered a strong force that was no less than the body of the barbarian pillar. I could only hear the roar in my ears, and the blood thorns were thrown out in response, as if breaking through a barrier invisible to the naked eye in the air, drawing a terrifying blood-colored arc in the sky, and actually caught up with the figure in front of me who bowed his head and fled with a sword.

Luo Sheng's gloomy face turned white for a moment, but it quickly returned to its original state.

This blood thorn was urged by the essence blood of his fingertips, and he was domineering, and this kind of magic power alone could easily kill ordinary Jindan realm monks hundreds of zhang away. At this time, Luo Sheng used the divine power that was enough to kill the Jindan Realm to snipe Chang Xi, who could not build the foundation realm, which showed how far the anger in Luo Sheng's heart had reached.

The distance of hundreds of zhang is simply a snap of a finger for the blood gun, and the speed of the blood gun is so fast that it will not make any sound, only its shadow and no sound.

Chang Xi, who was instinctively shocked by the crisis of life and death, felt a chill on his neck, and suddenly looked back, only to find a blood spear less than a hundred zhang away from the top of his head.

The blood spear suddenly exploded in the sky above Chang Xi's head, and the essence blood of the Jindan Realm monk condensed in the blood spear splashed in the air like a blood flower all over the courtyard. It's just that the countless blood-colored flowers did not disperse here, but were connected to each other, giving birth to countless hideous spikes in the flower bones, like a blood-colored thorn that could not be seen as if it were piercing the head!

Scarlet thorns, murderous revealed!

The Blood Thorn covered an extremely wide area, and it was impossible for Chang Xi's sword speed alone to escape from it. Chang Xi knows that there is no way to avoid it, but he will definitely not sit still.

Compared to the late stage of the Foundation Building Realm, the late stage of the Jindan Realm has surpassed an entire great realm, and Chang Xi is not so ignorant that he can use his own sword defense method to block the angry supernatural power of the monks in the late stage of the Jindan Realm.

But there is always another way.

Chang Xi suddenly turned around on the thin sword body that was no more than two fingers wide, and two cluster blade talismans floated out of his sleeves, and the lines on the cluster blade talisman all lit up, and in the blink of an eye, he met the blood thorns under the skull.

The moment the Blade Talisman met the Blood Thorn, it exploded, and the full sword intent of the six Dao Sword Cultivation that did not lose the blow of the Jindan Realm Sword Cultivation fell out of the thin rune paper, and several crescent sword qi rose against the wind, alternating with each other and rampage through the Blood Thorn, trying to kill a bloody path.

But Luo Sheng's blow was a divine power, and although the six crescent sword qi was fierce, it was still difficult to escape the fate of using the mantis arm as a car. When the sword momentum of the six crescent sword qi could not be sustained, it was swallowed up by the blood-colored thorns in the sky.

Luo Sheng's face was indescribably ugly, and the sword talisman that exploded in his hand just now made him still feel a little apprehensive at the moment. If there were two more or one more level of power, it might even hurt him in the arm. And right now, Chang Xi actually took out two sword runes that were exactly the same as Fang Cai, shouldn't a sword rune with such a sword rune that was no less than a blow in the Jindan Realm be extremely precious?

The two Blade Talismans couldn't stop the Blood Thorns, but they also really delayed the speed of the Blood Thorns, giving Chang Xi a few precious breaths. A few bundles of blood thorns on the edge of the blood thorns still couldn't escape, Chang Xi had to urge the sword spirit root in the dantian to the extreme, and the fierce sword qi floating on his side was condensed into a twisted and strange sword and shield shape.

The sword and shield twisted to block a few bundles of blood thorns, but there was still a bundle that could not be avoided, slashing across Chang Xi's cheeks, piercing the fox skin mask, and the broken mask was torn open by the strong wind, revealing Chang Xi's original face.

Luo Sheng was angry in his heart, but his face was no longer angry, and he only sneered at the corner of his mouth to see how many hole cards this kid who had stirred up the changes in the two states with the cultivation of the foundation realm, and the appearance of a blood spear had been condensed in his dry palm again.

The cold killing intent behind him reappeared, and Chang Xi almost jumped three feet on Yuehong Sword, is this person still finished?

The blood-colored thorns once again smeared the sky above Chang Xi's head into a terrifying blood red, and Chang Xi's heart was dripping blood, and he couldn't have known how difficult it was to draw this blade talisman. But at the moment, he can't help but be reluctant, and the shot is three cluster blades.

The superposition of the nine fierce sword qi is not as simple as six plus three, the nine sword qi are pulled by Chang Xi's spiritual power and overlap each other into the appearance of arrows rushing into the formation, and they are just rushing through the blood-colored thorns in the sky. Chang Xi used all his strength to urge Yuehong this time, and he was not caught up by the Blood Thorn again.

Seeing that Chang Xi was so slippery and difficult to catch, Tong Yuan couldn't help but shout: "Are the disciples of Qingyun Mountain like you who only dare to run and not dare to fight head-on?

A voice came from a distance hundreds of feet away: "Two shameless things, if I have the Jindan Realm cultivation in my body now, I want to see if you dare to chase it!"

"Something interesting. ”

Luo Sheng nodded and smiled, only bent his arm and threw the blood spear in his hand forward, stirring up bursts of blood-colored ripples, drawing a cold arc full of killing intent in the sky, and heading straight for the top of Chang Xi's head,

The brightly patterned Blade Talisman greeted again, but this time it was in vain.

The momentum of the blood spear was cold and solemn, but it did not turn into a blood-colored thorn like the previous two times, but dragged a bloody Changhong straight towards Chang Xi's head!

The fierce sword qi that unfolded in the nine winds slashed into the air, and the blood spear slammed through the sword qi, and the strong wind brought by the long rainbow at the tail of the blood spear alone shook several sword qi into nothingness.

Chang Xi's heart suddenly became cold.

"Oops!"

There is no sword in his hand, it is impossible to block this killing shot, Chang Xi's heart is spinning, Huo Ran's sword stopped, and the moon rainbow returned to his palm, and at the same time, the jade waist on his hand that wiped the storage bag was already lit up, and he raised his sword and bow, and the blood and qi surged behind him and entrenched the phantom of the golden dragon, and his eyes were red and he shouted.

"Falling Star!"

The azure sword body drained all the spiritual liquid in Chang Xi's spirit platform, and the tip of the sword burst into waves visible to the naked eye, as if a round of clear moon and the blood-colored rainbow dragged by the blood spear shone in the sky.

A shot and a sword collided together without any fancy fancy, and the sound of gold and iron clashing resounded in the sky, and the tip of the spear and the tip of the sword, like the tip of a needle, were entangled with each other.

Yuehong has long recognized Chang Xi as the master, and the human swords are connected to each other.

The blood spear slammed into Chang Xi's heart as if it were crashing into Chang Xi's heart, Chang Xi immediately spurted out a mouthful of shocking blood, and the qi that had finally climbed to the peak was scattered, and he fell heavily to the ground, struggling to stand up, only to find that the sea of blood in the Jiang Palace and the spiritual platform in the dantian were exhausted.

There is a whole big difference between the two, like a moat, which cannot be surpassed.