"Haha......"

Wu Caifeng's body was wrapped in a thick blood mist, and arrogant laughter echoed everywhere.

Jiang Qingzhu still didn't give up, and threw his hand towards the blood mist and shot out more than a dozen black skulls. As a result, the dozen or so skulls vanished as soon as they touched the blood mist, and there was not even a bit of scum left. Jiang Qingzhu's face turned pale, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and said to the man in black: "Let's go together!"

It's good that she doesn't scream, but this call reminds the man in black how unstoppable the demon in front of him is. Where are the men in black willing to die in vain, and they all disperse in a hurry.

The demon in the blood mist sneered and said contemptuously, "Want to run? It's too late now!"

Before he could finish speaking, the blood mist in the air began to roll violently, and in the blink of an eye, it became a sky full of scarlet arrows. With a flick of the adversary's claws, dense arrows shot like locusts towards the scattered crowd.

Hongmao Mountain once again resounded with wails and screams, and the potholes that had not yet dried up were once again freshly replenished.

A middle-aged man from the Ouyang family saw his family members falling in a pool of blood one by one, and said anxiously towards the blood mist in the air: "Head Wu, don't hurt your own people!"

Blood Mist responded with nothing but a sneer.

"Shut up!" Ouyang Lao Zu, who was paralyzed on the ground, reprimanded sharply, "You see her like this, will she still let you live?"

The middle-aged man couldn't help but tremble all over his body when he heard this, as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Haha, you're all going to die!" roared the demon in the sky.

Jiang Qingzhu looked at Ouyang Ancestor and gritted his teeth, hesitated for a while, and threw a jade bottle at him. Ouyang Old Ancestor couldn't help but light up his eyes, thinking that what this bottle contained must be the antidote to the dispersion of the soul, he glanced back at Jiang Qingzhu, and felt a little remorse for conniving at Wu Caidie and Ouyang Hui to harm Jiang Qingzhu back then.

The old man stretched out his trembling hands to pick up the jade bottle in a complicated mood, but before his hand touched the jade bottle, the jade bottle was shattered by a swift arrow, and the pills inside also disappeared.

The old man's face was as dead as ashes, and he collapsed to the ground again.

The demon snorted coldly and said, "You still want to play tricks under my nose, it's really beyond your strength!"

He added: "Old man, I originally planned to enjoy your cultivation and blood until the end, but if you take the initiative to seek death, you can't blame me......!"

Before the laughter fell, the old man was directly held by a scarlet giant palm and fished into the air. The giant palm is much bigger than the old man's body, and holding the old man is like an ordinary person holding a date. The giant palm was so hard that it crumbled at the bones of the old man's whole body, making him scream uncontrollably.

Blood poured out from the old man's wounds and seven orifices, and flowed into the blood mist out of thin air, and there seemed to be more than a dozen "red ropes" between the old man and the blood mist. At one end of the red rope is a breath of pleasure and enjoyment, and at the other end is a wail of pain.

The blood mist kept growing, but Ouyang Ancestor was getting thinner and thinner, and more and more dry. With a cup of tea, Ouyang Ancestor completely turned into skin and bones. When the big hand rubbed hard, the skin and bones became scattered ashes.

At the same time, the arrows are still killing everywhere. After a while, there were only a few living people left on the ground, and there were really only a handful.

The demon dissipated the blood mist in front of him, fell in front of Jiang Qingzhu, and said coldly: "Now it's your turn!"

glanced at Wu Caidie's body again and said, "Caidie, what you want to do but can't do, sister, I will help you do it!"

As he spoke, the demon raised his claws towards Jiang Qingzhu, and a huge red palm slowly condensed on the top of Jiang Qingzhu's head, and Jiang Qingzhu seemed to be an insignificant mosquito in front of this giant palm.

The demon didn't rush to make a move, in order to appreciate Jiang Qingzhu, a weak human being, struggling, begging for mercy, wailing, and crying before he died, but the latter's performance made her a little disappointed. Although the latter was also frightened, disturbed, and sorrowful, he did not wail, nor did he beg for mercy word by word.

"Damn it!" the Adversary said resentfully.

Jiang Qingzhu's stubbornness angered the devil, and the devil slapped the giant palm fiercely, and the giant palm was like a bamboo, and there was no resistance at all. If nothing else, Jiang Qingzhu will turn into a puddle of meat sauce in the blink of an eye. She was clearly aware of this, and she simply closed her eyes in resignation when the giant palm slapped down.

"Stop!" a crisp, panicked shout suddenly rang out from behind the Adversary.

The demon was startled when he heard this, and he couldn't care about Jiang Qingzhu anymore, so he hurriedly controlled the giant palm that fell rapidly out of thin air, and slapped it directly behind him in mid-air.

Jiang Qingzhu heard the shouting, and felt that the pressure on his body suddenly lightened a lot, so he suddenly opened his eyes, and the behemoth in front of him was indeed gone. It's just that the strong wind of Yu Wei is still not small, Jiang Qingzhu hurriedly resisted, but it was already a little too late, the fierce wind swept it away directly and smashed it against the stone wall, and the evil power took advantage of her poor breath to invade her body. Jiang Qingzhu felt that it was dark in front of him, so he fainted and fainted on the ground.

Seeing the attacking giant palm, He Miaoyin couldn't help but reprimand: "Stupid!

Feng Wuchen knew that he had messed things up again this time, and he couldn't help but blush.

Cheng Biting Jin, who was killed halfway, was Feng Wuchen and his party. At the time of life and death, Ling'er finally smelled the fragrance and moved, and finally woke up. As soon as this girl woke up, Feng Wuchen let her use Gu worms to restrain the women in green. When these few people were in a hurry and the big array was unstable, He Miaoyin took the opportunity to break through the big array.

In the blink of an eye, the blood-smelling giant palm arrived in front of several people, and the few people who rushed forward only realized that they were unavoidable at all.

He Miaoyin frowned and was about to make a move, but at this time, a slightly thin figure swept out of her side and rushed directly towards the bloody palm.

"Stupid ......"

He Miaoyin's eyes widened involuntarily before the word "egg" came out, with her knowledge, she could naturally see the unusual evil of this blood palm, and that figure just entered the blood palm, needless to say that he must have no bones!

"Pervert!"

"Stupid Brother ......"

"Wind and dust-free ......"

Although Hou Tao and the three of them didn't know how powerful this bloody palm was, they knew that Feng Wuchen would definitely not be able to break in single-handedly.

Thinking about it, they have sacrificed their most powerful means to rush forward.

A few people were about to rush out but were stopped by He Miaoyin: "Wait a minute! Look, this blood mist has stopped!"

After He Miaoyin said this, Hou Tao realized that the giant palm that was as fast as lightning just now had stopped at some point, and said in surprise: "Pervert, how are you?"

There was only a strong smell of blood on the bloody palm, and there was no other abnormality, and there was no sound of wind and dust in response.

He Miaoyin frowned, her divine sense couldn't enter the blood mist, and she didn't know whether Feng Wuchen was dead or alive now. In this way, the talisman she held in her left hand could not be used easily. Otherwise, this talisman may not only destroy this huge blood palm, but also the life of Feng Wuchen. She didn't understand why this Feng Wuchen was so stupid, the blood mist was so dangerous, and he dared to break into the world.

When He Miaoyin hesitated, Hou Tao sacrificed a bright flying sword, Ling'er scattered a handful of Gu worms, and Bai Shu shot out a few big runes, but they were all like stones sinking into the sea.

The hearts of the three of Hou Tao became cold.

"Wind without ......dust," Bai Shu, who had always been shy and shy, yelled hoarsely.

Hou Tao, who had always talked a lot, was speechless at this time, and Ling'er had already cried.

"Be careful of the enemy, he's not dead yet! as long as we kill this demon, we can get him out!" He Miaoyin knew what to say at this time.

"The girl is really extraordinary, that kid is a little capable, but he can't last long!" The demon appeared in front of He Miaoyin in a flash, "It's just, girl, are you so confident that you can kill me, aren't you afraid that your precious life will be lost?"

"Wu Caifeng, you are so bold!" He Miaoyin said coldly and domineeringly, "You dare to attack this girl!"

"The girl is serious, if I don't have much courage at this time, there will be only one way to die! If I don't kill you, I will definitely die, and if I kill you, I will have a chance to live, and the people of the Immortal Association will take the tank for me!"

As he spoke, the adversary's clutch waved, and the blood mist rolled up. Between the lightning and flint, thousands of red flying swords rushed towards He Miaoyin like locusts. The latter's eyes flashed with a cold light, and without hesitation, he slapped out the talisman tightly held in his left hand, and a huge silver sword more than ten zhang long suddenly shot out of the talisman and collided with the dense blood sword.

The sound of sharp, dense metal crashing comes and goes, dense and incessant, making people's scalps tingle and goosebumps all over their bodies.

It took a long time for the heart-wrenching sound to disappear completely, and the blood sword and silver sword disappeared along with the sound.

The demon sneered and said, "I want to see how many third-order talismans you still have!"

Before the words fell, the demon head stretched out his claws from the bottom of the slope, and then a huge blood fist carried the tumbling wind, and smashed into He Miaoyin inexorably, its shape was like a human fist smashing an ant.

It's just that even if He Miaoyin is an ant, this ant is not an ant to bully, her hands are shining at the same time, two talismans are sacrificed at the same time, a thunderous green leopard on the left shears its tail and roars away, and rushes towards the blood fist without fear, and a firebird on the right that can cover the sky soars into the sky and pounces towards the devil.

One person, one demon, one pretty and one fierce, the fight is dark and inseparable. Hou Tao and the three of them were dumbfounded, anxious, and helpless. At this time, Hou Tao felt helpless, he wanted to save the wind and dust, and he couldn't help He Miaoyin.