What could be scarier than death?

Wang Guyan instantly understood.

At least at this time, if she escapes alone, even if she is rich and rich in the rest of her life, she will never live happily.

If you are not happy, then why are you living?

"Dead bandit! Miss Ben is going crazy with you. ”

Wang Guyan stomped his foot fiercely, turned around and ran back to Han Sanbao, reached out to hold his arm, and silently supported him.

"Why don't you leave?" Han Sanbao glared at her angrily.

He couldn't leave because of the death of the nine people in Taihua Mountain, why did she do it?

Wang Guyan exclaimed angrily: "You snatched my sword, and when you die, I will always pick it up, right?"

“......”

"Really?"

"Or else?"

"Are you reluctant to leave me, a master who values both beauty and wisdom?" muttered to the little overlord.

"You're beautiful. ”

Wang Guyan said softly.

"That's it. ”

Han Sanbao straightened his chest a little more, and pretended to be deep: "I, a disciple of Xuanzong, everyone values love and righteousness, since you enter my door, then you will have a good fight with the teacher, as for the result...... Leave it to God to decide. ”

Wang Guyan was noncommittal and said, "I have a question I want to ask you. ”

"Say, for the teacher to know astronomy and geography, I can solve your doubts. ”

"If you are going to die left and right, why did you let me drag you for such a long distance? Wouldn't it be better to let the blood giant trample to death at the beginning? Are you trying to exhaust me?"

“......”

As he spoke, he approached the Blood Giant again.

It is naturally the Ancient Blood Demon, but unfortunately the method of summoning and sacrificing is almost lost, and the Blood Venerable knows only one or two out of ten, and it is fortunate to reluctantly summon it, its strength is less than one percent of its heyday, and it has no autonomous consciousness, it is just a killing machine manipulated by the Blood Venerable consciousness.

If it weren't for Wan Hao's single-minded pursuit of death, blocking the demonic nature from interfering with his actions, with his early cultivation as an infant, he could completely kill the blood demon.

However, at this time, the nine people of Taihua Mountain were dead, and the Blood Shadow Gate had also died cleanly, and in the entire blood world, only Han Sanbao and Wang Guyan were left.

One of them is a cultivator in the early stage of Peiyuan, and the other is a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, facing the powerful blood demon, there is almost no room for resistance, and fighting against it is indeed just looking for death.

"Mole ants!

As soon as the Blood Demon saw the two of them as small as ants on the ground, he roared in dull rage, raised his giant foot and stepped on it fiercely.

"Be careful yourself. ”

Han Sanbao explained and rushed forward first.

The evil qi in his body has been suppressed, and his true yuan has recovered about seventy percent, although it is not as good as in its heyday, but it is also shocking when he rushes with all his strength.

"Sword!"

Wang Guyan shouted anxiously. Xiaobawang forcibly 'borrowed' Ziwei's soft sword, and she bit the blood demon with her bare hands and mouth?

The Blood Fiend's giant foot stepped down, bringing with it a whirring wind.

Han Sanbao couldn't hear her scream. rushed to the other foot of the blood demon with all his strength, without stopping, and stabbed out with a sword move without regret.

The Blood Demon moved slowly, and his calves were as huge as stone pillars, and he couldn't dodge them.

Boom!

Boom!

Two muffled sounds sounded at the same time, and Ziwei's soft sword slammed into the blood demon's calf, as if it were hitting a hard iron plate.

Han Sanbao was full of strange power, and he arched the Ziwei soft sword inward, and suddenly rebounded back after the limit, bouncing him out of the air.

At the same time, the Blood Demon Giant Foot stomped on the ground fiercely, and with a muffled bang, the entire Blood Realm trembled violently.

Wang Guyan ran with all his might, and finally jumped forward to avoid the doom of being trampled on with one foot, and then turned over and grabbed the blood demon's paw like a giant crouching dragon stone, and climbed up with all his strength.

As soon as he climbed up, he flew with his skillful hands, blood flashed, and the red blood palm kept falling on the instep of the blood demon's feet, making a thumping sound.

However, Ziwei's soft sword couldn't hurt it in the slightest, let alone her petite white hands?

"Give me the sword!"

In a hurry, Wang Guyan shouted again.

Han Sanbao was shocked and flew back, just fell on the instep of the blood demon, and when he heard this, he threw his Ziwei soft sword to her, "Catch it!"

Wang Guyan tapped his toes, jumped up like a spirit butterfly, caught the Ziwei soft sword, the purple shadow flashed, and the sword stabbed straight down.

"Hey, it's hard as iron, you ......"

Burst!

Wang Guyan stabbed the instep of the blood demon's foot with a sword, and there was no hilt.

Han Sanbao's words of reminder choked in his throat.

The little overlord wondered, why did she use all her strength to slash it without the slightest sword, her seemingly light and clever sword, but it had a miraculous effect?

Creation God......

"Hey, don't worry about the thorns, cut off the soles of its feet!"

Han Sanbao's eyes lit up and he shouted.

Wang Guyan didn't speak, he took out the Ziwei soft sword and ran to the blood demon's ankle, swinging the sword and slashing, each sword could cut a deep hole, and blood splashed everywhere.

If she was given a few hours, she might indeed be able to cut off the Blood Fiend's entire massive pillar-like calf.

"Bad ideas!"

Wang Guyan scolded angrily, changed the slash to a stab, snorted, and stabbed into the blood demon's ankle again, without the hilt of the sword.

Han Sanbao forgot to calculate the thickness of the Blood Demon's ankle. Ziwei's soft sword is small and clever, unless there is a powerful person who can cut it down with brute force, otherwise with Wang Guyan's small body and poor strength, it is indeed a bad idea to want to cut it.

The little overlord was secretly ashamed, and raised the fairy urn to stab.

The immortal urn is no longer in its former style, and even the table is constantly chopped, and this thorn does not give much hope.

Phew!

Unexpectedly, the black light on the surface of the immortal urn squirmed, and it was easily pierced without the slightest sense of blockage, as if it was stabbed in the water.

Han Sanbao was stunned.

"Whew!!"

At this time, the damage to the blood demon seemed to be greater than Wang Guyan's more than a dozen slashes, and he raised his head and let out a dull roar, raised the soles of his feet and shook them violently, and at the same time slapped them fiercely with one hand.

"Idiot, stop slashing and stabbing around, auntie, I can't suppress the Xuan Demon!"

In Han Sanbao's mind, an angry roar suddenly erupted.

The voice of the sword spirit in Tsing Yi.

"Aunt Sword Spirit, you...... Are you alive?"

"Draw your sword quickly, the Xuan Demon is absorbing the evil power of the Blood Demon. ”

“......”

"Where's the Demon?"

"You're blind, isn't there a layer of black gas on the fairy urn?"

Han Sanbao's heart skipped a beat.

He had found that there was something wrong with that black qi before, but he never expected that it was actually a mysterious demon!

Didn't the Xuan Demon flee into the 100,000 Great Mountains, why did he hide on the immortal urn?

The situation was urgent, and Han Sanbao didn't have time to think about it, so he pulled out the immortal urn fiercely.

The black light on it can be seen with the naked eye, slowly wriggling, like a leech sucking blood, and there is a faint red light in its body.

And in this moment, the instep of the blood demon was centered on the place where the immortal urn pierced, and a large area withered and spread out in all directions, like the bark of a tree that had lost its life.

Boom!

Han Sanbao could see it, and was slapped away by the blood demon's palm, spurting out a large mouthful of blood, and the immortal urn fell off his hand, but it happened to stab straight into the blood demon's foot again, and it didn't go in, only revealing a short section.

"Alas!"

Faintly, Han Sanbao heard a long sigh from the sword spirit.

"Whew!"

The Blood Demon let out a painful roar again, and no longer bothered with the stabbing Wang Guyan, and stretched out two pillar-like fingers to pull out the immortal urn.

As far as it is concerned, the fairy is like a barb deeply rooted in the flesh, and the fingers touch it, but it is too small to hold it, let alone pull it out.

It screamed in pain, kept shaking the soles of its feet, and its big hands like grinding discs kept pinching, scratching, scratching, and picking at ......

It tried its best to get the fairy pot out, but the movement was slow, and the fairy urn sucked extremely fast, and in a moment, its entire paw withered and slowly spread to its calves.

"Ants, ants!!"

The Blood Demon felt the continuous loss of power in his body, and his anger was overwhelming.

However, after exhausting the methods, he couldn't get the fairy jar, and finally his heart was ruthless, and the strong man broke his wrist and slapped his palm on his knee.

Click!

With a loud bang, he broke his knee, and his left foot fell below the knee, and blood gushed out.

Hit hard again, the Blood Demon weakened a little more, and at the same time, his heart was furious, and he vowed not to give up until he killed the two small creatures in front of him.

"Mole ants!!mole ants!!"

Ignoring the soles of his feet that fell to the ground, he waved his hand and slapped at Wang Guyan.

Wang Guyan fell to the ground along with the soles of the blood demon's feet, dizzy and dizzy, and his eyes were full of gold stars. Staggered and barely stood up, suddenly his eyes were dark, and when he looked up, he was frightened.

The Blood Fiend's huge palm smashed into her face like a collapsed building, and the distance was getting closer and closer, and she didn't even have room to escape.

Death, only in an instant.

Han Sanbao fell to the ground hard, spurting blood.

The power of the blood demon's palm was really terrifying, and all the sword bones were loosened a little.

Struggling to sit up, he just saw Wang Guyan being slapped on the ground by the blood demon's palm, with its terrifying power, this palm was afraid that it had slapped her into a meat pie.

"Adversary !!"

Han Sanbao was furious, and he didn't care about the severe pain all over his body, so he ran over with all his strength, pinched a small section of the immortal urn exposed, and pulled it out vigorously.

"Sword Demon Slayer God!"

The whole body suddenly ejected, spun up as if it had fallen off, and roared like an evil dragon out of the sea, stabbing straight into the blood demon's ass.

Knowing that in this way, even if the blood demon is killed, it may make an even more terrifying demon form, but he can't care about it.

You have the courage of a strong man to break his wrist, Lao Tzu will stab the whole fairy urn into your ass, see how you can break your wrist?

Have the ability to cut off the whole ass together and take a look!

Han Sanbao thought angrily.