Wan Hao's cultivation was enough to crush Xuezun and the others in order to break through to the Yuan Infant level, and there was no pressure.

And because he first entered the demon path, his mind was temporarily in a state of stagnation, and he had only one thought in his heart: kill.

Nothing else.

For this reason, the strength of a body can be exerted without hindrance, and the blood venerable and others are even more difficult to beat.

This is much more clever than Qingyang Ming's heart trick.

Qingyang Ming's heart trick is from the outside in, and he forcibly calms his heart with his personal will, and even if he enters a state of self-forgetfulness, the word 'forcibly' also has a trace.

Wan Hao's mentality at this time is completely different, demonic nature, from the inside out, full of only one thought, kill.

It's really about forgetting things and me.

He fell into the devil because of the killing of Gong Chengzhang by the Fuji Dao people, the first person he wanted to kill was the Fuji Dao people, if he didn't die, he would never turn his killing thoughts to the second person.

The Qingfeng Sword in his hand spit out a black mang, ignoring the attacks of Xuezun and the others, and pressed towards the Fuji Dao people step by step.

The blood palm of the Blood Venerable or the Red Fire and Bixia Sword in the hands of the other four black-robed people bombarded him one after another, and they were also painless and unconscious.

Seeing this, Han Sanbao and the others dared to hesitate and join the battle group in an instant.

Wan Hao's body is blazing with demonic flames, monstrous and murderous, which really makes Fuji people frightened.

He has lost his right arm, and his combat strength has been greatly damaged, not to mention Wan Hao, who is like a killing god at this time, even Wang Guyan has the ability to kill him.

He was scared and frightened, and his mental defense line collapsed instantly, and he turned around and began to flee for his life.

"Rubbish!"

Seeing this, the Blood Venerable shouted angrily, and slapped his backhand on the back of the Fuji Daoist, "With your blood, sacrifice to the Demon Venerable!"

"Poof!"

Fuji Dao spurted blood, threw himself into the pool of blood, and could no longer stand up.

Han Sanbao was really angry when he saw that Blood Venerable had even killed his own people, and he didn't care about the gap in cultivation between them, and the immortal urn went straight to his eyebrows.

"Look for death!"

Blood Venerable snorted coldly, and the bloody palm slapped out, and he actually greeted the indestructible immortal urn with his flesh and blood.

And Wan Hao, who had lost his target, flashed a trace of confusion in his eyes, and soon recovered his rolling demonic energy, swinging his sword and slashing at a black-robed man beside him.

"Kill, kill!"

because the man was the closest to him.

The Zhu brothers each faced a black-robed man, and Juning fought a black-robed man alone.

In the field, only Wang Guyan had no opponent, and when he saw Han Sanbao fighting the Blood Venerable alone, he was secretly anxious, and with a flick of his wrist, Ziwei's soft sword stabbed out and attacked the Blood Venerable.

"Little slut, have you forgotten who taught you the skill?"

Blood Venerable shouted angrily, but he didn't dare to collide with Ziwei's soft sword, turned around to avoid it, and slapped the blood palm towards the immortal urn and died halfway.

"This old devil is afraid of you!"

Han Sanbao was secretly overjoyed, shouted and continued to attack.

Wang Guyan was secretly surprised, the strength of the Blood Venerable, she deeply understood, why would she be afraid of her Ziwei soft sword?

"Stunned, behead him!"

Han Sanbao saw her stunned and yelled.

"Oh. ”

Wang Guyan didn't have time to think about it, he stabbed it with his sword, Miaoman's figure was like a small purple whirlwind, dexterous and charming, and Ziwei's soft sword moves were swift and fast, and he actually hit Xuezun step by step.

"Old devil, see you're not dead!"

Han Sanbao shouted.

Wang Guyan's identity as the 'God of Creation' finally played a role.

"Little slut, do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

Blood Venerable retreated again and again, furious, and suddenly sneered, his palms clasped in front of his chest, and the blood light skyrocketed, and he suddenly pushed out.

A monstrous wave of blood swept in.

Han Sanbao and Wang Guyan's faces turned pale in an instant, and the Immortal Urn and Ziwei Soft Swords were like piercing into the mud, sluggish and heavy.

Streams of cold and evil qi continued to drill into the body from the pores of the whole body, as if they were converging into a ghostly ghost in the meridians and flesh of the body, impacting and roaring back and forth.

The hearts of the two sank at the same time, and a sense of crisis that they had never felt before came to their hearts.

When it was extremely critical, Wang Guyan straightened up and blocked in front of the little overlord with his delicate body.

She is pure by nature, and she will repay her kindness.

"Get out!"

Han Sanbao scolded angrily, dragged her back behind him, puffed up his chest, and faced the monstrous blood wave.

Boom!!

Han Sanbao received a bloody slap in the chest, and it flew out like a cannonball, crashing into Wang Guyan's arms behind him, and falling into the blood with her.

Wan Hao was like an ancient demon god, his whole body was full of demonic flames, and he killed a black-robed man with three or two swords, attracted by the monstrous blood wave behind him, and turned his head stiffly.

The blood-red demonic qi in his eyes was three points thicker than all the evil qi in the entire blood realm combined.

Blood Venerable was afraid of provoking this killing god, so he didn't dare to pursue it, and silently retreated outside the blood pool.

The monstrous waves of blood dissipated.

Wan Hao turned his head back, ignored him again, and swung his sword to slash at the two black-robed people who were entangled by the Zhu brothers.

That side.

Hu Ning fought against a black-robed man, and he was miserable.

Among the nine people in Taihua Mountain, her cultivation is the lowest, her age is the youngest, and her experience is also the shallower.

On weekdays, whether it is going down the mountain to experience or completing various difficult tasks, they are all protected as small animals by the eight senior brothers and sisters, and they rarely have the opportunity to take action in person.

And she also lived up to everyone's expectations, with her extraordinary talent and tenacious will, she continued to cultivate, and her cultivation finally broke through to the early stage of Jindan more than three months ago.

It's a little Jindan real person.

But in fact, her actual combat experience is quite lacking.

Facing a black-robed person whose cultivation is not lower than her and whose actual combat experience is countless times better than her, she can only be beaten passively, and there is almost no room to fight back. struggled to support it, but it was only okay not to be hurt.

Suddenly, seeing Han Sanbao being slapped away by the Blood Venerable's palm, Fang Xin's heart trembled fiercely, and the impenetrable sword move was stunned, and it was pierced by the black-robed man's Red Fire and Bixia Sword, and stabbed into the chest with a pop.

She stared at a pair of big round eyes, looking down at the bloody sword, with a frightened and dazed expression.

"Humph!"

The black-robed man snorted coldly, shook his hand, and withdrew his sword.

Hu Ning felt that the true yuan in his body was instantly emptied of the sword, and his life was like flowing water, pouring down the wound, and he was no longer able to stand, slowly kneeling in the pool of blood. Ignoring the wound, he turned his head to look at the place where Han Sanbao fell.

Crash!

Blood splatters.

Han Sanbao's whole body bounced up from the blood water, his body was blood-red, his chest was in severe pain, and he couldn't help baring his teeth and inhaling again and again.

Seeing this, Hu Ning's hanging heart finally let go, the corners of his mouth lifted lightly, revealing a shallow smile, and then slowly poured into the blood.

Han Sanbao took a hard slap from the blood venerable with a monstrous blood wave, thinking that he was dead, but in fact, in addition to the severe pain in his chest, he didn't die, and even ...... It doesn't seem to be hurt either?

It was as if that palm had not yet penetrated the inward leaning before it was unloaded.

How so?

Is it the role of the sword bone?

What he didn't see was that the surging palm power of the Blood Venerable, which was enough to shatter a piece of Wolong Stone, poured into the immortal urn along his arm, and the black trance on the surface of the black urn slowly wriggled like a mollusc, and the shape of his next sword was faintly visible.

And it is precisely because of this that Han Sanbao escaped.

Han Sanbao took several breaths in a row, endured the severe pain and hurriedly reached out to touch Wang Guyan in the blood water, in a panic, he didn't know where to touch, the tentacles were tall and soft, and the feel was excellent.

The little overlord was secretly happy, took advantage of the situation, and lifted Wang Guyan's whole person.

She passed out.

Han Sanbao's collision, although it was not as good as directly bearing the blood palm of the Blood Venerable, the force was also extremely great, hitting the valve on her chest, knocking her unconscious.

Fortunately, otherwise, the little overlord would have touched ...... Jumping into the Yellow River can't be washed.

"Creator God, it's too watery. ”

Han Sanbao muttered, carried her to a dry place outside the blood pool, and glanced at the blood venerable not far away, his whole face was like a hammer, and his heart jumped fiercely for no reason.

Blood Venerable closed his eyes, chanted words in his mouth, and his ten fingers flew, constantly pinching and changing various tricks, and a trace of blood light floated out of his palm, and the slightest bit fell into the blood water.

As if the evil beast was stimulated by the smell of blood, the blood in the entire blood pool was restless and boiling.

Patches of bloody evil qi visible to the naked eye rose up like water vapor, condensing and changing into all kinds of hideous evil spirits in the air.

Han Sanbao's heart sank fiercely.

Half a month ago, a black-robed man summoned three blood babies with infinite strength and could not be killed, at this time, the old demon of the Blood Venerable used the same method, but the evil qi was ten times more than a hundred times, what kind of powerful monster was he going to summon?

Could it be ......

Stop him!

Han Sanbao had only one thought in his mind. Put down Wang Guyan, and quickly rushed to the Blood Venerable, knowing that he was invincible, but he had to stop him, otherwise everyone would be wiped out.

On the other side, Wan Hao, who was like a demon god, killed a black-robed man with a few swords, and was about to swing his sword at Zhu Yongning, when he suddenly felt the monstrous evil aura behind him, and suddenly turned around, and the blood-red light in his eyes was like two sword qi, shooting straight towards the blood venerable.

"Die, die!"

A hoarse and low sound came out of his throat, his toes were a little on the blood water, and the whole person suddenly ejected, and the black light of his whole body swallowed up, crashing into the blood venerable like a cannonball.