"Qi training is complete!"

The young man's face finally became serious, and the blood sword in his hand suddenly tightened.

Somehow, this young man gave Zhang Yuanhao an inexplicable pressure, although through his spiritual sense, Zhang Yuanhao found that he was only at the eighth level of Qi cultivation.

"Speaking of which, since I cultivated the Blood Killing Sword Sutra, I haven't used this secret method to kill a monk who has perfected Qi cultivation!"

The young man muttered in a voice that was not too big or small, just enough for Zhang Yuanhao to listen carefully.

Airplanes!

Zhang Yuanhao narrowed his eyes, the person in front of him gave him a very bad feeling, and the Huoyuan Sword under his feet buzzed, turning into a long sword and flying into his hand.

"Who are you? Why do you want to kill the person I was hunted down by the Lingguang Sect? Hand over his storage bag!"

Zhang Yuanhao looked at the young man in black and frowned.

Aura!

A glimmer of brightness suddenly flashed in the young man's eyes, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the next moment, the blood sword in his hand suddenly moved, turning into countless bloodshots, and winding towards Zhang Yuanhao.

"You're the first to taste the power of the Blood Killing Sword Sutra! don't die so soon, let me take a good look at its power!"

The blood was like a rain of silk, turning into an overwhelming blood net and rushing towards Zhang Yuanhao. The blood network is so big that everything it touches, whether it is birds and animals, trees, mountains and rocks, is all corroded and melted.

"Bastard!"

Zhang Yuanhao drank violently, the body of the Huoyuan sword in his hand was blazing, and a long fiery red sword was like a meteor catching the moon, meeting the blood net that was pressed down.

The spell that comes with "Burning Flame Jue" makes the sword qi emitted by sword magic weapons have burning properties, and has a certain restraint effect on the evil things of the Yin Soul.

Hiss!

It seems to be the sound of a soldering iron imprinted on the flesh and skin, which makes the scalp tingle.

"Not good!"

Zhang Yuanhao felt bitter in his heart, it was the first time he had seen such a strange attack.

Although the sword was in full bloom, after encountering the large net formed by the blood thread, it was like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, and it quickly dissolved, and the huge blood net only broke a small gap, and the blood thread quickly squirmed to make up for it.

In an instant, Zhang Yuanhao came up with several countermeasures, but immediately vetoed them.

That's all there is to it!

"Hurry!"

Zhang Yuanhao took out a strangely shaped talisman seal from the storage bag, on which were crookedly written several characters like ghost paintings.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, Zhang Yuanhao ignited it with spiritual power and shot it towards the oncoming blood net.

"Huh?"

The young man's face moved, and his brow furrowed.

"Liuding Liujia, vigorously carry out wind and thunder, such as the emperor's coming, destroy the evil delusion!" Zhang Yuanhao clasped his hands, his spiritual power gathered his fingertips, and suddenly pointed at the floating talisman seal, which suddenly exploded and turned into a piece of dust.

"Liuding Liujia, please help me subdue the demons!"

Zhang Yuanhao had words in his mouth, and his hands kept pinching obscure handprints.

"Duh!"

A misty sound of heaven was like thunder, shaking the ground and throwing up the dirt, and the dust that the talisman turned into a sky of dust, suddenly there were more than ten figures emerging in it, wearing armor and swords.

"Oh no!

The young man's face changed, and he also picked up the magic seal in his hand, as if he wanted to take back the blood net.

"It's late!"

Zhang Yuanhao laughed viciously, but his heart was dripping blood.

This talisman is a treasure at the bottom of his box! Even the foundation building monks are greedy for it.

The gods of Liuding and Liujia each controlled the magic weapon, there was a simple fairy qin, there was a heavenly ayaluo, and there were eight big knives, and the blood net was shattered in an instant.

"Damn it!"

The young man's face twitched, and his eyes were red.

Zhang Yuanhao ignored him, urging the six-ding and six-liga gods of the runic seal to blast all the blood-streaked fragments into powder.

"You're done! you're done!"

The young man's face was crazy, his expression was distorted, and he did not have the calm and cold appearance he had before.

"It's a pity!"

Zhang Yuanhao's spiritual power surged back, and he sighed as he watched the Liuding Liujia God Illusory Shadow shatter.

This talisman was found by him a long time ago in Cangfeng Guofang City, and after consulting many classics, he understood its effect.

Spiritual power urges, please God to come. Even the foundation building monks can resist one or two.

But here, in order to deal with a monk who practiced the eighth layer of qi, he actually used it.

"Bloody Sword Sutra, Blood Shadow Appears!"

The young man raised his sword, shot out a stream of blood, twisted into a distorted and terrifying face in the air, and rushed towards Zhang Yuanhao with a roar.

Yikes!

Raising his hand, several fireball techniques annihilated several blood-colored faces, but there were more and more faces, densely packed like bees dancing in the sky, wrapping the surroundings tightly.

"Ahh

Zhang Yuanhao couldn't resist it, and was invaded by a bloody shadow beside him and took a bite. Immediately, I felt a piercing pain, and my spiritual sense trembled slightly.

"Bastard, break it for me!"

Spiritual power continued to pour into the Huoyuan Sword, making it look like a red-hot soldering iron, scorching hot and shiny. With a swing of the sword, the blood shadows close to half a meter away seemed to have met a nemesis, screaming and dodging, and those who did not dodge seemed to be melting ice and snow, annihilating between heaven and earth.

Rumble!

A fiery sword qi dozens of zhang long burst out from the Huoyuan Sword, cutting into the blood shadows in the sky like cutting tofu, and I don't know how many blood shadows screamed and turned into powder. After dozens of meters in length and width, he finally broke a big hole in the encirclement of the blood shadow.

"Run!"

Zhang Yuanhao's teeth tightened, and when he threw up the Huoyuan Sword in his hand, it turned into a fire rainbow and flew out from the loophole.

Whoa!

Zhang Yuanhao continued to eject Xiao Gengjin's sword qi, shattering the blood shadow that Zhang Ya and claws pounced on. But it was useless, as if endless blood shadows were about to rush up, going forward and successing.

After a sword qi ejected again and extinguished a blood shadow, the spiritual power in Zhang Yuanhao's body was finally a little exhausted, he hurriedly took out a palm-sized jade shield from the storage bag, threw it behind him, and became half a person high.

After Zhang Yuanhao's years of refining, the jade shield magic weapon has already moved at will, and only a small part of the spiritual power needs to be divided to control it.

"Finally escaped!"

Zhang Yuanhao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the gap vacated by the blood shadow was constantly enlarged in his eyes.

Suddenly, the figure of the black-clothed young man appeared outside the gap, stepping on a golden flying sword and holding a ring-shaped magic weapon floating in his hand.

"I've been waiting for you here for a long time!" the young man said through gritted teeth, "If you dare to destroy my sacrificial refining weapon, you will definitely die without a corpse!"

"Go!"

The ring was thrown by the young man, grew larger in the air, and hit Zhang Yuanhao straight at him.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound, and Zhang Yuanhao was anxious to control the jade shield to help him block it, but his figure stepped back a little.

Looking at the constantly surrounding blood shadows, Zhang Yuanhao's face showed an anxious expression.

"Do Daoists have to work hard to force each other? I am Zhang Yuanhao, the protector of the Lingguang Sect of the Black Iron Mountain Range, the sect is less than a hundred miles away from here, if you kill me, I am afraid that it will leave endless trouble for Daoists, why don't you put down the magic weapon and talk about it?"

The young man was stunned at first, and then suddenly burst out laughing: "Joke, how could I, Lu Jiansheng, be afraid of your little Lingguang Sect, don't say that you are a Dharma protector, even if I kill the sect master of the Lingguang Sect, they won't dare to do anything to me!"