Seeing that Wang An was indifferent and seemed to be frightened, a cruel smile flashed in the eyes of the Blood Demon True Person. Fastest updates

"Huh... How is this possible!"

The next moment, his jaw dropped in shock, his face froze, and he watched in amazement as the ghost claws he had conjured disappeared.

Just when the ghost claw was about to arrive at Wang An, I saw the aura around Wang An's body rolling, a majestic blood qi lingering around, a domineering, and wild aura rising to the sky.

I saw that he was covered with a faint layer of silver, and with a pat of the storage bag on his waist, one red, one purple and one gold, three top-grade spirit swords suddenly appeared in the air.

The three swords dripped, the cold light shone brightly, and the mighty sword qi stirred between the heavens and the earth, and wherever the sword went, the heavens and the earth changed color, the demonic qi disappeared, and the ghost claws were shattered.

"Hehe, I just can't find a decent opponent. Wang An had three flying swords suspended around him, looking at each other coldly.

At this moment, the momentum on his body is not weaker than that of the late Jindan monks!

"Hmph, don't be ashamed, today this real person will teach you to be a good man!"

A strange burst of ink-black aura surged from the Blood Demon True Person's body, and the momentum on his body continued to rise, approaching the late stage of Jindan.

Then, I saw him slap the storage bag on his waist, and an ink-colored net appeared in his hand, and with the chanting of the incantation in his mouth, the demonic energy of this magic net rolled, dripping and turning, turning into a three-zhang spiritual net and shrouding Wang An.

"It's a good time!" Wang An's face remained unchanged, and as soon as the magic trick in his hand moved, the circling spirit sword spun around, emitting a brilliant cold light, and shot away.

"Boom!"

I don't know what kind of material the net is made of, under Wang An's attack on the Eight Desolations Sword Technique, it vibrated slightly, and it seemed to be undamaged.

Wang An'an moved, and the purple thunder attribute spirit sword spun around, and the sword shadow fluttered, shooting towards the blood demon real person.

"Whew!"

The Blood Demon True Man snorted softly, his mouth opened, and a black light flashed and disappeared, and it slammed into the thunder sword with a bang.

In a flash of inspiration, I saw that Wumang was a flying sword with demonic energy, and at first glance it was a magic weapon, with a monstrous demonic aura on it, and the air was agitated.

Wang An's pupils shrank suddenly, the flying sword spun around, and flew back directly.

The next moment, his figure flashed in front of the Blood Demon True Person, only to see the thunder flashing around him, and his momentum was like an abyss.

"You're actually Lei Xiu, you must die today!"

Seeing the thunder attribute aura surging on Wang An's body, the Blood Demon True Person's face changed slightly, and he said sharply.

"Haha, it's impossible to say who will die. ”

As soon as the words fell, the wind and thunder roared, and a fist the size of a bowl, with lightning flashing, directly slammed into the flying sword with the demonic energy tumbling.

The momentum is like a mountain, the tiger is windy, everywhere you go, the aura and tiger roar, the fist shadow overlaps, and there seems to be a mysterious rhyme tumbling faintly!

"Boom!"

An earth-shattering sound came, and an explosive aura of aura swept in all directions.

The aura was rolling, the dust was flying, and countless gravel and sand were flying into the sky.

The magic sword and magic net in the air roared, and a spin flew back to the Blood Demon True Person.

Wang An's figure shook and he took a step back, his hands were trembling all the time, and a trace of pale golden blood fell to the ground.

As soon as his mind moved, the Ancestral Witch Chaos Technique operated, and his fists were faintly silvery-white, and those scars recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they recovered in a blink of an eye.

Wang Anxin secretly said that it was a pity, his ancestral witch golden body was barely able to match the magic weapon of the Jindan monk, and the better quality might even make him easily injured.

"You... You are still cultivating the body, and you are cultivating the law and body!" The Blood Demon True Person saw that Wang An's wound recovered with a flash of white light, and there was a sudden look of jealousy in his eyes.

Wang An shrugged his shoulders and did not answer, his body flashed with spiritual light, and he once again waved his fist and rushed towards the other party.

"Poof!"

The blood demon real person's eyes flashed, and with a slap of his chest, a drop of essence blood shot down on the weird magic net, and the blood fell on it, and a strange demon pattern squirmed, smearing and surging, and the surrounding area was gradually filled with tumbling black demonic energy.

Xuan Zhi saw a little finger of his finger, and the flying sword magic light surged, dripping and shooting towards Wang An, the sword aura was strong, and the demonic aura was monstrous.

At the same time, the wriggling magic net of the magic pattern flashed directly towards Wang An.

"Boom!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The aura rolled, the demonic energy vibrate, and the two figures, one white and one black, were shrouded in boundless aura.

The surrounding trees collapsed in patches, flying sand and rocks, demonic energy rolling, and the heavens and the earth changed color.

"Hehe, don't play with you old guy!"

After a while, Wang An's figure flashed, and he jumped out of the battle circle directly, with a finger, three handfuls of dim aura disappeared directly.

"Guy, little guy, you will definitely die today, do you still want to leave?"

The Blood Demon Real Man was surrounded by demonic energy, his clothes were ragged, and he stared at Wang An with a tyrannical expression.

"Who said I was leaving?" Wang An looked at the other party, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

As soon as the words fell, Wang An wiped the storage ring, and a broken sword with dim spiritual light appeared in his hand, this broken sword was covered with spider web-like cracks, and there were mottled rust stains.

Seeing Wang An take out this broken sword, the Blood Demon True Man suddenly felt funny, but the next moment he felt a creepy feeling.

I saw Wang An's aura turning, the broken sword in his hand flickered, countless runes the size of rice grains swirled, and a mighty momentum rose to the sky, and a sharp sword intent directly shrouded the blood demon real person.

Seeing this scene, his soul was suddenly scattered, and his eyes were about to split.

"Whew!"

Wang An pointed his fingers, and the sword in his hand spun around, and it flashed and disappeared.

I saw a vast sword qi the size of a hundred zhang rising into the sky, and the space was shattered everywhere I went, and the aura was agitated.

The sword intent soared into the sky, reflecting a radius of ten miles.

The moment the Blood Demon True Person's flying sword touched this sword, it directly turned into excitement, like snow meeting sunlight.

"Ah.....h

After a scream, the Blood Demon True Man was directly involved in the sword.

"Boom!"

The ground shook and the mountains shook, and there was a terrifying ravine that was 100 zhang long and 10 zhang deep between the abrupt and abrupt places on the ground.

At a glance, the Blood Fiend had vanished without a trace, leaving only a storage ring alone with a dim aura.

After the sword was slashed out, Wang An's face turned pale, and he only felt that the aura around his body was emptied by the broken sword in an instant, and his whole body was weak, and he almost fell to the ground.

"It's... This is the power of the Acquired Spirit Treasure!" Wang An looked at the ravines on the ground in amazement, and an expression of disbelief appeared in his eyes.

"This place is not good for long!"

Recovering a trace of aura, Wang An picked up the storage ring on the ground, his figure flashed, and he turned into a ray of light and fled from the place.

Just half an hour after Wang An left, the aura in the sky surged, and several monks who exuded the breath of Yuan Infant suddenly fell to the ground, and after glancing at the ravines on the ground, they left with different expressions.