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Immediately after, there was a complicated sound of fighting.

Bai Chen made a move, and the last hair came first, at the moment when the ghost ripped off the red robe on his body, the long sword in his hand was raised, and the long sword was suspended for a short time, and then Bai Chen lifted the hilt of the sword, and in the temperament of the dust, he immediately took on a new look and was replaced by killing and dying.

"Qingyun Swordsmanship!"

An indescribable kind of white, at least in Jiang Xiaobai's memory, this kind of transparent brilliance that seems to be as pure as crystal, like a fairy color falling into the dust, is intoxicating, even if he is in danger at the moment, it also makes Jiang Xiaobai feel a dream.

However, behind this extreme beauty, there is a death-like call.

The white dust long sword was raised, and with a roar, the momentum became sharp, and the white beam of light broke away from the sword body, condensed and transformed into a white light sword in mid-air, and slashed down with a sword against the ghost.

Ghost Li's face also showed a solemn look, but he was not flustered, and before he left his hand, his right hand suddenly grabbed the corner of the red robe, and his wrist shook.

"Bloody Cage. ”

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The red robe whirled around in the hands of the Holy Son Ghost Li, as if with a twisting force, forming an invisible vortex force field around the bloody clothes, facing Bai Chen's sword, bombarding upward.

With a bang, the two collided violently, taking the center of the bloody clothes and the lightsaber as the origin, a huge wave of qi was set off, Jiang Xiaobai and the others all regressed, in this collision, there was no slightest resistance, and because of the bloodthirsty array, they could not completely leave the battlefield, they could only endure it.

Click!

The next moment, the bloody clothes shattered, turned into a floating floc in the sky and fell, and the white light slashed out by Bai Chen's sword was also in the impact, turning into essence and disappearing.

"Bloody Cloth!"

Bai Chen's gaze became colder and colder, and the murderous aura around him almost erupted.

"Blood Cloth Cloth" is one of the few inheritance secret techniques in the Blood Demon Sect, but the cultivation method is extremely cruel, but it can be said that it is a loss of conscience, and very few people within the Blood Demon Sect will choose to cultivate.

The ghost smiled violently, his demonic temperament was even stronger, and he looked at Bai Chen's gaze, which was extremely aggressive.

"Bloodthirsty Array, turn!"

There was a bang, and the ground shook.

I saw that the Holy Son suddenly stretched out his hands, one hand slapped his chest, and the other hand didn't know when there was a round thing.

A mouthful of blood spurted out and spilled directly on the round thing, and immediately a red light bloomed on it, and a ripple visible to the naked eye rippled out.

"Ahh

Jiang Xiaobai was horrified, and saw not far away, a young man standing in the bloodthirsty array, a black shadow suddenly appeared under his feet, this black shadow was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and suddenly wrapped around the young man, in his frightened sound, the epithelia twisted and agitated, and then the next moment it expanded and contracted sharply, and with a bang, the bones exploded, and the blood mist flew, and the sky was all over the sky.

The rest of the other cadres, the previous honest young man for the rest of his life, including Jiang Xiaobai, were all pale, and the deep fear in his heart could not be concealed.

What's more, they even wept in low voices.

The blood mist in the sky did not dissipate, but instead condensed and transformed into a huge blood-colored giant knife in the air, slashing at Bai Chen.

The air fluctuated like water, and a cutting force that was sharper than the previous Baichen sword diffused, and with a few snorts, as the giant knife advanced, several more people exploded, condensed into blood lines, and wound around the giant knife, making the power of the giant knife bigger and bigger.

And among the few people who exploded, there were two Tsing Yi monks who came with Bai Chen.

Before the giant sword arrived, a huge oppression descended.

"Evil crooked way, die!"

Bai Chen's expression was solemn, he snorted, his body twisted in place, and the long sword in his hand suddenly left his hand, suspended out of thin air half an inch in front of him, and slowly rotated.

"Qingyun Imperial Sword Technique, broken!"

The next moment, Bai Chen's twisted body was still in mid-air, and he pointed like a sword, pointing at him from afar.

With this finger, Bai Chen fell straight down at the ghost, and with one finger, the long sword in mid-air hummed, and a layer of pale cyan light appeared on the sword body.

Whoa!

Leaving three long swords in succession, the sound of breaking the air was loud, the long sword turned into a cyan lightning, the lightning pierced through the air, and instantly arrived at the giant knife, destroying the withering and decaying, the seemingly powerful blood-colored giant knife clicked at the moment when the lightning touched, and the lightning broke inch by inch, and the lightning was undiminished, piercing through the ghost.

"Edgeworth!"

The ghost was shocked and frightened, but the next moment, his face was hideous.

"Bai Chen, just your half-hung "Imperial Sword Technique", unless your master Li Mubai comes in person, otherwise everyone will die today!"

"Bloodthirsty Array, Reversal!"

Ghost Li pretended to be crazy, and suddenly the seven orifices bled out, and a large mouthful of blood was injected into the round thing, and the moment the words fell, a more violent red light erupted, transmitting the entire mountain forest, rendering it into a blood-colored world, and at the same time, Ghost Li spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and his breath instantly withered.

Bang bangs sounded one after another, the screams were endless, and one after another people exploded, and the bloodthirsty array at this moment seemed to be indistinguishable from the enemy and me, and everyone who was under the shroud of the bloodthirsty array, whether it was the Qingyun Sect or the people of the Bloody Demon Sect, all encountered a crisis.

Jiang Xiaobai, who was in a panic, immediately felt a sense of crisis, and his hair stood on end, and at some point, a black shadow had come to his feet and quickly rushed up to his body.

An extremely cold feeling came, as if it was about to freeze the coldness of the soul, Jiang Xiaobai's lips trembled, but before he could react, a terrifying tearing force suddenly grew from his body.

Jiang Xiaobai's face was distorted at the moment, because of the fear in his heart, his attachment to life, and his mouth made a sound like drowning and dying.

However, in the next moment, an air flow that seemed to be like spring and white snow erupted from his body inexplicably, and the tearing feeling disappeared in an instant.

Even so, Jiang Xiaobai was like a prostration, paralyzed to the ground.

If someone can see through, they will find that at this moment, under Jiang Xiaobai's clothes, at the moment when the black shadow disappeared, there seemed to be a vague shadow, which also disappeared without a trace.

On the other side, Bai Chen, who made an astonishing blow, turned pale, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and he didn't fully master the Qingyun Imperial Sword Technique.

The blooming blood flowers condensed into rivers of blood in mid-air, constantly converging, and the rich bloody aura continued to thicken.

At this moment, within the bloodthirsty array, on the side of the Qingyun Sect, except for Bai Chen, there are only one or two left who are still struggling to resist, and on the side of the Bloody Demon Sect, the situation is not much better, except for the ghost power, there are only five people in ink-colored robes left, and ordinary people, only Jiang Xiaobai and Yu Sheng are left, but whether it is the Qingyun Sect or the Blood Demon Sect, the remaining people have almost no combat effectiveness.

Under the reversal of the bloodthirsty array, these cultivators, who were usually high in the sky, have become lambs to the slaughter.

Suddenly, there was a click.

The lightning of the long sword shattered in mid-air, revealing the long sword itself, a trace of red and black blood thread was wrapped around the long sword, and then, the long sword also clicked, letting out a mournful roar, and the long sword full of cracks rolled back into Bai Chen's hand, the blue light was dim, and the spirituality was completely lost.

However, Bai Chen couldn't care about the distress, his pupils contracted, the blood river rolled in mid-air, and in the blood mist, a huge blood-colored giant suddenly let out a deafening roar, and stepped on the blood river.

"Bloody Hell, kill him!"

The Holy Son Ghost wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and with the force in his hand, the round thing shattered with a click, turning into powder, and with a reversal of his hand, these powders turned into a streamer, and entered his body without the slightest reaction from Bai Chen.

Bai Chen's face changed, and he felt the streamer entering his body, and then he saw the blood-colored giant who stepped out, his whole body was shrouded in the blood mist of the blood river, and his palm the size of a grinding disc slapped at him.

Boom Boom!

The air made an overwhelming sound, it was a huge hand wrapped with blood light, the texture was clear, but in the palm of the hand, a black chain pierced through, and the chain kept spreading, and you could see that the entire body of the blood giant was covered with this kind of black chain, dense, as if it was a kind of bondage, a kind of seal.

A violent wind blew on his face, mixed with bloody rain, and the black hair that lifted the white dust made him constantly retreat, not to mention that he was extremely weak at the moment, even if he was intact, under this blood-colored giant palm, he had no possibility of resisting.

But although Bai Chen's face was pale, there was not the slightest hint of despair, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes when he looked at the blood-colored giant.

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