"Please, I've lost face for the Bashan faction if I lose, am I going to make fun of this? He Qingfeng said speechlessly.

"I don't care, anyway, in my mind, the senior brother in charge is the most powerful person, I can only think so. Yu Qingqiu said with a smile.

After Yu Qingqiu defended himself, the brothers behind her all pouted, and sure enough, it was a lover who had a look in his eyes, knowing that she liked He Qingfeng, so he even found all kinds of excuses to whitewash his failure, although they had some thoughts about He Qingfeng's inability to beat Yang Yangwu, but they didn't dare to show it.

In this way, everyone in the Bashan faction watched Zhuo Yifan and Yang Yang Wu attack, and there was no nervousness at all, as if they were appreciating the exchange between the two masters.

Yang Wu saw that he couldn't attack Zhuo Yifan for a long time, so he gathered the palm power of his palms again, and instantly it was as dazzling as the sun's rays, and then transmitted to the dust, and suddenly fell down like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, directly enveloping the blood-drinking sword in ten thousand rays of light.

The blood-drinking sword was exposed to the blazing radiation, and began to change, first the sword body turned blood-red, as if the gurgling blood was constantly condensing and gathering, and as the light shone, the blood began to bubble outward, just like boiling blood in an iron pot to bubble.

The entire body of the Blood-Drinking Sword was completely crimson at this time, and it was so red that it was terrifying, as if it had just been pulled out of the blur of flesh and blood.

When everyone saw the crimson color, they began to tremble unconsciously, as if watching their own blood flow out.

Slowly, around the body of the blood-drinking sword, blood-drenched bodies began to emerge, and their faces were very miserable, all of them were hideous, distorted to deformation.

Then, several dragon-shaped monsters flew out, fangs and claws, majestic, forming red rivers between the dragon's mouth and those people. Those monsters were churning in the rivers of blood, blowing blood bubbles from time to time.

The dragon head that came out of the dragon continued to suck the blood of those people, forming blood lines. The blood threads are like silk, intertwined with each other, as if they were woven cotton threads, but they are bright red and bright red.

The men began to let out a miserable howl of pain, and blood splattered from their bodies, dripping into the monstrous dragon's mouth. The faces of those people began to change from normal blood to pale and then pale, like white noodles rolled out.

The mournful screams continued, and the blood dragon jumped happily, as if it had been raining rain after a long drought.

The Bashan sect disciples who were standing were almost unsteady at this time, and they kept swinging, as if they had come to hell for a while. And the surrounding sky was all blood red, making their faces full of sunset.

Yang Yang Wu also looked at the Blood Drinking Sword in surprise, he couldn't tell the scene presented in front of him now, whether it was illusory or the sword qi came out.

Only his whisk was still spinning around the blood-drinking sword, as if to spy on what it was.

Suddenly, the dust emitted bursts of fireworks, and the blazing flames began to scorch the blood-drinking sword.

Just when the blood-drinking sword was reflected in a colorful way, Zhuo Yifan obviously felt that there was a sound in the body of the blood-drinking sword, and then a blood dragon suddenly drilled out.

I saw that it was covered with scales, constantly swallowing clouds and spitting mist, making a rough voice, and looking around from time to time.

Seeing that the dust kept urging flames, the blood dragon spat out smoke and covered it over the raging fire, forming a situation of opposition to each other.

looks a bit like a fish, and likes to play with fire, Zhuo Yifan guessed that it might be the old nine kisses among the nine sons of the dragon.

Yang Yang Wu was constantly sending true qi to the dust at this moment, which made the flames even more violent, constantly burning the blood-drinking sword.

And the mantis kept spitting the flames, up and down, scurrying around.

In a few moments, all the flames emitted by the dust were extinguished. As it returned to its normal state, the dust actually fell.

Seeing this, Yang Yang Wu was shocked, he hurriedly picked up the dust, and then continued to convey true qi to it.

However, at this time, the dust whisk was like an ordinary wooden stick, and there was no reaction at all.

Yang Yang Wu changed his ways, trying to urge the dust to continue to exert his strength, but nothing had changed.

Seeing that all the flames were gone, the mantis made a few laps in mid-air, and when the morning sun spat out a puff of smoke, he immediately knocked him to the ground, and kept struggling.

The mantis howled in mid-air again, and then swooped into the blood-drinking sword and disappeared.

Yang Yang Wu was still struggling on the ground, as if he was injured.

Seeing this, He Qingfeng drew his sword and rose up, and rushed away from Chaoyang, and then stabbed him fiercely.

Just as the head of the sword was about to touch Yang Wu's body, a long sword suddenly stopped He Qingfeng's sword and picked it to the ground.

Then the figure of a woman floated to the ground, and by the light of the blood-drinking sword, everyone found that the person who came was masked, and there was a person in front of him.

"Yu'er!"

Zhuo Yifan shouted, because he saw Situ Yu'er, who was forced by the masked woman behind her to use a sword to her neck.

"Zhuo Yifan, if you don't want her to die, hurry up and back off for me!" the masked woman scolded.

When he first heard the voice, Zhuo Yifan felt a little familiar, although he could hear that the woman deliberately changed her tone, but he could still detect something unusual when he carefully identified it.

Seeing this, He Qingfeng rushed and wanted to kill Yang Wu, who was not far away, but saw that the masked woman leaned her sword on Situ Yuer's neck again, and Zhuo Yifan hurriedly stopped He Qingfeng.

"Brother Qingfeng, you can't step forward anymore, she will kill Yu'er!" Zhuo Yifan pulled He Qingfeng and said.

"Yifan, now is the perfect opportunity to kill Yang Wu, if it is delayed, there will not be such a good opportunity. He Qingfeng still wanted to move forward.

"No, Brother Qingfeng, I can't let Yu'er die, I want to save her!" Zhuo Yifan insisted.

However, how could He Qingfeng, who was bent on eradicating the Shushan faction, lose such a good opportunity in vain, so he insisted on going to kill Yang Yanwu.

Of course, Zhuo Yifan couldn't let him act like this, otherwise Situ Yuer would really die.

So the two fought, refusing to give in to each other.

Zhuo Yifan had a blood-drinking sword in his hand, constantly emitting light towards He Qingfeng, making it difficult for him to take a step forward.

Seeing this, the masked woman laughed, stretched out a palm, and kept accumulating qi, and the morning sun swirled around Wu's body, and together with Situ Yu'er in front of her, she suddenly rose into the air, and then disappeared, leaving only the bursts of white mist scattered around her.

Zhuo Yifan, He Qingfeng, and the people of the Bashan faction chased after them, but they searched for a long time, but there were no clues, as if the world had evaporated.

Zhuo Yifan was very impatient at this time, and finally got news of Situ Yuer, but was taken away by the woman and disappeared.