The blood from the corner of his mouth slowly oozed out, and then dripped from his chin, and the blood on his waist did not stop automatically, it still kept seeping out, and the labor pain from the joints of his arm made him feel that his life was gradually passing.

This is probably the first time that the Brahman Saint has suffered such a major blow in tens of thousands of years in the barbarian realm.

Of course, in this big battle, it is obvious that Van Sheng lost.

He originally came to save the people from danger with an extremely heroic mood, but now he is crossing the river with mud and Bodhisattva, and it is difficult to protect himself.

However, he lost not ridiculously, and even lost a little enviable.

After all, the Eight Trees of Guilin, as the first big tree nourished by innate aura after opening the heavens and secluded land, after tens of thousands of years of cultivation, its strength is no less than that of any ancient god.

What's more, the Eight Trees joined forces, plus a Netherworld Evil Prince, and the Van Sheng still killed the boss of the Eight Trees with his own strength, Gradually, and slightly injured the Netherworld Evil King.

This dazzling record, even if the god of war Fan Xian plays in person, it is estimated that it can only be so.

Therefore, the Brahman, although defeated, is still glorious.

Looking at the eight people in front of him, as well as the gradual departure of those who had fallen to the ground, Van Sheng kept telling himself in his heart that he must live!

Only by surviving can we have a chance to bring these demons to justice.

Only by living can we have a chance to wash away today's shame!

After thinking of this, the desire to survive in his heart burst out instantly, and the aura scattered in his body gradually began to condense.

In the eyes of Guilin's seven trees and the son of the wolf, the sage suddenly roared wildly in the sky, and the sound was full of qi and the volume was so high that it penetrated the nine heavens like a cracked silk through the clouds.

"Still want to escape?"

Zigui disdainfully despised the eyes of the Van Sheng, and jumped again with the silver light sword in his hand, piercing the night sky like a breeze, this time the target was still aimed directly at the Van Sheng's chest.

Obviously, this blow was full of strength, and the purpose was to send the Brahma Saint directly to the West Heaven.

Whether it is speed or strength, this time it is far stronger than the last time.

If there was still a sense of temptation in the previous sword, then this sword used at least eighty percent of the strength.

The sound of sword qi breaking through the wind whirred from his ears, and the air around him became a little distorted by his shocking sword.

The mortally injured Van Sheng already felt that it was a little difficult to breathe, and under the sword momentum of the other party's silver light, he seemed to have heard the call of death.

Could it be that the sound of this sword qi breaking through the wind is the last death knell of my Brahman?

He shook his head helplessly, wanting to raise his arm and dance the Ten Thousand Imperial Divine Flute to resist Zigui's unadorned killing move.

But when the idea was conveyed to the arm, I remembered that the arm had been shocked to the verge of dislocation, and now it was difficult to even move it, so what could I talk about defending against the enemy?

"Alas......"

The Van Sheng sighed inexplicably in his heart, and simply closed his eyes and waited for the moment of death.

"Quack...... Quack ......"

At the moment when the sword intent could be felt in the pores of the whole body, Bi Fang's familiar cry suddenly came from his ears.

Immediately afterwards, he only felt a flash of fire in front of him, and with an extremely hot innate karmic fire qi, his skin was numb.

Frightened, he hurriedly opened his eyes and took a look, but saw that the fierce bird Bi Fang had already instigated its wings to fly in the air, and Lao Yuan spewed out a mouthful of innate karmic fire and struck at Zigui's indomitable sword momentum.

"Damn flat-haired brutes!"

Zigui secretly scolded angrily in his heart, but his feet were reluctant to go to the ground, and his arm forcibly stopped the silver sword that was about to stab the chest of the Van Sheng, and flew backwards at great speed, dodging the innate karmic fire that Bi Fang spewed out at the time of a thousand shots.

The rest of the Guilin Seven Trees are all ancient demons, and they naturally know the power of the innate karmic fire in Bi Fang's mouth, and hurriedly lifted the eldest brother and gradually retreated to the foot of the mountain with Zigui's already cold body.

Although this gradual departure has already died, as an ancient demon, his soul will not be destroyed with his physical body.

But if it weren't for a few younger brothers to carry him away, if he was burned by this innate karma, it is estimated that he would not be so lucky.

After all, everything in this world can't escape the burning of innate karmic fire, which is why Zigui would rather give up the great opportunity to stab the Van Sage to death than confront the karmic fire spewed out by Bi Fang.

In fact, if it comes to true cultivation, Bi Fang has only reached the level of a demigod at most, and he is far from being able to compare with this group of ancient demons.

Fortunately, it has innate karmic fire by its side, so its strength has been invisibly blessed.

After several old demons were forced back by the karmic fire spewed out by Bi Fang, Fan Sheng hurriedly jumped and fell on Bi Fang's back appropriately.

"Quack...... Quack ......"

Bi Fang shouted a few times at several people again, raised one leg arrogantly, stirred up a puff of dust, and flew towards the dark sky in the east under the gaze of all the demons, and the fiery body reflected half of the sky extremely brightly, but it was only a blink of an eye, and it disappeared from the sky at a strange speed.

"Damn beasts!"

Looking at Bi Fang and Fansheng who were gone, Zigui scolded angrily.

Among the eight trees in Guilin, only seven trees remained on the side and echoed indignantly: "This Brahma Sage is really shameless, after stealing the evil king's Ten Thousand Imperial Evil Flutes ten thousand years ago, now he actually uses the evil flute to deal with the evil king, and even controls Bi Fang for his use, the people of the Protoss are really despicable and shameless!"

"Humph!"

Zigui snorted coldly when he heard this, and suddenly his face changed slightly, and he muttered gloomily on the side: "Wait, the barbarian realms are about to change the sky, I believe that soon the Van Sheng will be the enemy of us again, and when the time comes, the seven of you must not be careless to underestimate the enemy, otherwise you will follow in the footsteps of the gradual departure!"

Speaking of this, he moved his gaze to the already cold body of his body, looked at the wound on his chest that was pierced by the jade flute, and said with great sadness: "Gradually leaving my brother, the revenge of the destruction of the body, I will definitely ask the Van Sheng, you can turn a blind eye for the time being!"

"Blind?"

When the rest of the Seven Trees heard this, they couldn't help but shout in unison: "Is it that there is no help behind the eldest brother?"

"It's not. ”

Zigui shook his head with a wry smile, and explained in a depressed mood: "Brother Gradually Leaving is the first tree king in the world, how can he be so vulnerable?"

"It's just that the Ten Thousand Evil Flutes are also a holy weapon after opening the heavens and the earth, and its power is not trivial. ”

"Although it will not destroy the spirit of the eldest brother who is gradually leaving, it is enough to severely damage him. ”

"Therefore, it is imperative that we find the Ten Thousand Years of Separation Fire Red Lotus, and then pick the essence of the Red Lotus to repair its body. ”

"In this way, the eldest brother only needs to cultivate for a few days to wake up, and this physical body can be preserved, and even his skills are better than before!"