On the level of scorching flame magma, an extremely fierce battle is taking place.

Because Mu Huan'er's spiritual power cultivation was going to be even stronger, after the three purple illusion swords cast by the former broke through the cold blood moon of the blood spirits like a bamboo.

Then the blood spirit has also completely fallen into a disadvantage.

Mu Huan'er's charming eyebrows were filled with a faint killing intent, and under the continuous flipping of the jade fingers, the three purple needles seemed to bloom with thousands of fierce cold lights, and in an instant, the blood spirit seemed to be completely enveloped by countless sword lights.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

The blood spirit didn't dare to slack off, and the blood spear in his hand continued to burst out at the thick sword light in the void, bringing the sound of gold and iron at the same time, a series of dazzling fires burst out from the tip of the spear one after another.

Mu Huan'er smiled coldly, the spiritual energy silk thread in her hand danced more violently, and a purple light in the cold light in the sky drew a dark trace in the space, and it poked out like lightning.

"Brush!"

With the sound of breaking the wind, a cold purple needle was pointed at the blood spear in the blood spirit's hand with incomparable precision, and the huge force directly caused the latter's tiger mouth to crack, and his body also retreated sharply backwards.

At the same time, two purple lights, one on the left and one on the right, also appeared within a foot of the blood spirit's body like a ghost, and the purple needles wrapped around the silk threads of the spiritual qi were like the most cold poisonous snakes, and the angles selected for each attack were extremely tricky.

The purple needle on the left turned sharply in the air, passed over the sharp blood spear that was blocking, and pierced through the position of the blood spirit's ribs from the side.

The blood spirit's pupils shrank, and his heart was also terrified, and after stomping on the magma surface under his feet, he set off a burst of sparks, and his body also jumped up suddenly, thus dodging the vicious attack in a thrilling way.

"Brush!"

The one on the right was naturally like a maggot attached to the bone, one after another, and a sound of breaking wind clearly reached the ears of the blood spirit, and then the latter immediately turned his body in the air.

A cold light immediately swept by, and the extreme sharpness came out of the black hair that was close to the side of the blood spirit's sideburns, and a strand of broken hair floated down like a feather, and it was instantly incinerated into nothingness by the hot magma.

Just when the blood spirit was in shock, the former unexpectedly saw a faint smile on the corner of Mu Huan'er's mouth, and immediately felt cold in his heart, and immediately retreated towards the rear.

"Wow!"

The next moment the blood spirit left its place, a purple needle rose into the sky with a ball of flame.

The Blood Spirit looked at the pillar of flame with a little horror, thinking to himself what kind of dangerous situation he would fall into if he had just taken a step too late.

Mu Huan'er saw that the blood spirit had escaped a catastrophe, her red lips like flames opened lightly, and a faint voice of playfulness resounded.

"It seems that the blood spirit son, the kung fu under his hands is not too hard!"

"Compared to the Blood Heavenly Princes and the Blood Martial Princes in your hall, the difference is not half a star!"

Hearing this, the Blood Spirit's face began to darken.

In the Blood Killing Hall, the identity of the blood spirit is not low, but the light is all blocked by the blood sky and the blood martial arts, which makes it absolutely difficult for the former, who has always been arrogant, to accept. That's why this time, the blood spirit took the risk of stealing the Sun and Moon Purple Essence and came to the Tiankeng Demon Cave to obtain the legendary weapon. He wanted to prove that the Blood Spirit was no worse than the Blood Heaven and the Blood Martial Arts.

Right now, Mu Huan'er's words were undoubtedly a great stimulus to the scars in the blood spirit's heart that he didn't want others to mention.

"Blood One, divide the power of the Blood Chain Lock Spirit Array in half of me!"

The blood spirit suddenly roared at the blood that trapped the Xingchen Purple Python.

"But..."

Half of the power of the sealing formation is afraid that it will be difficult to completely seal this purple python, just as Blood Yi just wanted to speak, his eyes swept to the distorted face of the blood spirit that was completely in a rage, and then nodded at the several blood guards behind him with a solemn face.

Then, several extremely rich blood-colored aura were thrown into the blood spirit's body like pillars of light.

In an instant, the momentum of the blood spirit suddenly skyrocketed, and a blood-colored demon shadow several feet high suddenly appeared behind the former, and for a while, the monstrous ferocious aura swept across the entire sea of magma and fire, and even the scorching flames were suppressed.

The sarcasm in Mu Huan'er's gaze had disappeared, and what resurfaced was a solemn meaning.

This Blood Demon Shadow is an extremely powerful technique in the Blood Killing Hall, and the Blood Spirit Dao is combined with the power of several Blood Guards, and that power is enough to threaten Dao Mu Huan'er.

"Hehe, you slut, I'm going to destroy you completely. ”

The blood spirit smiled coldly, but there was an almost cold meaning in that smile.

"Die!"

As soon as the blood spirit drank it, the blood shadow behind him also turned hideous, and his scarlet eyes were full of extreme violence and murderous intent.

A cold word fell, and the figure of the blood spirit had disappeared in place.

In Mu Huan'er's beautiful eyes, the blood spirit blood spear slashed out horizontally, and a large area of magma and fire was separated by sharp qi waves.

In the face of the blood spirit whose strength and aura had skyrocketed, Mu Huan'er took it extremely seriously, and the purple spider mark in the center of his eyebrows slowly emerged, and then the three purple needles in his hand fused together, becoming an incomparably delicate purple sword.

The purple sword was full of aura, and after a buzz, it burst out with a strong brilliance, and under Mu Huan'er's mind, it also rushed towards the blood spear.

The sword light and the blood spear fought violently, and every strong wind left extremely obvious traces even on the fiery magma, and the rich fire light continued to burst above the contact points.

When the blood spirit, which was originally the downwind, was fighting at this moment, with the blessing of the shadow of the blood demon, it was also completely reversed from the previous decline.

Every time a slash hit the purple sword operated by Mu Huan'er, the purple aura on the sword would be suppressed by a few points, and after a few rounds, the purple sword already had a tendency to crumble.

Mu Huan'er saw the decline of the purple sword, and the spider light pattern in the center of her eyebrows suddenly skyrocketed, and under the light of a dazzling purple light, it was like a goddess.

"Less rampant there!"

As soon as Mu Huan'er drank it, her jade fingers were aimed at the purple sword in the air, and an aura like a match pierced the void like lightning, and it fell into the body of the purple sword like a candle in the wind.

Buzzing!

After receiving enough spiritual energy irrigation, the volume of the purple sword suddenly increased to more than 100 zhang.

The huge purple sword carried Ling Ran's qi and directly suppressed this hot magma flame to a distance of more than ten zhang.

"Let you taste my Blood Killing Hall's Blood Killing Soul Slash!" The blood spirit looked at the wide purple sword body, and a wave of aura fluctuations like a hurricane began to erupt from the blood spear in his hand.

And the shadow of the blood demon behind the blood spirit raised its head to the sky and let out a long roar, with an endless cold and bloody aura, and threw itself into the tip of the blood spear.

I don't know how much blood it will take to cultivate the Blood Demon Shadow before it can be completely formed, and now, as long as Mu Huan'er can be killed, what kind of price the blood spirit can accept if he can get that weapon.

"It's not enough!"

The blood spirit held the bloodline in his hand that had not yet fully exploded, and after a roar. The blood of the red body spiped, and countless blood spurted out from the thousands of pores, all of which were spilled on the blood spear.

A trace of extremely strange blood-colored energy suddenly burst out on the blood spear, and an extremely hideous blood demon attached to it, this extremely terrifying aura fluctuation, and even the scorching space was a little cool.

"Smash you!"

As soon as the blood spirit moved, the blood spear above the blood spear in his hand roared, and with an oppressive force, it aimed directly at the purple giant sword like a mountain.

Mu Huan'er was also not afraid of his eyes, and with a flick of his fingers, the huge sword body pressed the scorching space, and it seemed to be under a huge shadow like a mountain.

Without any suspense, the greatsword collided with the Blood Fiend.

There was a huge crack with more than a thousand feet, and it suddenly cracked from the magma surface.

A storm of aura raged, and the sound of various thunderstorms mixed with lava blasting came and went.

Because only half of the blood wave seal was left, plus the panicked winds that shot from all directions, on the precarious blood chain chain spirit array, a blood-colored chain was suddenly shattered by a sword-like wind wave, and the blood wave that lost the support of a person's spiritual energy seemed to have a crack that began to spread.

As if sensing the weakening of the restraint force, the Star Purple Fire Python also began to fall into a completely frantic writhing, and vigorously magnified the crack more and more.

Right now, the energy storm formed by the battle between the blood spirit and Mu Huan'er was stirred together, and the many blood guards on the other side were also struggling to support the seal's large array, and the situation on the scene was even more chaotic than the magma that was constantly releasing scorching heat.

The more chaotic the situation, the more powerful it is for the last hunter, Yang Hao.

Just when all parties had no time to take care of anything else, Yang Hao, who had been dormant for a long time, wanted to show his edge.

"Almost! Now is the best time. Boss Bai's faint words exploded in Yang Hao's heart like thunder.

Inhaling a scorching breath slightly, the white light on Yang Hao's body slowly began to bloom, and a pair of pitch-black eyes looked at the broken and decayed sword on the Four Spirits Sword Casting Platform, the corners of his mouth swept up a small arc, and said softly.

"Crane Shadow Walk!

The white crane spread its huge white wings, and then suddenly fanned down, and a gust of wind suddenly howled, pushing the temperature of the magma flame to rise.

"Whew!"

A little under his feet, after a loud and piercing sonic boom, Yang Hao's body erupted with a violent white light.

The white light flickered continuously, and after three times, Yang Hao's figure had already come to the sea of magma and fire.

Flickering again, Yang Hao's body leaped past the blood spirit and Mu Huan'er who were wrestling fiercely.

The next time he flickered, Yang Hao jumped over the blood guards who were struggling to hold on to the seal at the same time.

The last time he flickered, Yang Hao was already in the air above the Four Spirits Sword Casting Platform.

Yang Hao's gaze was tightly locked on the broken handle, and his arm stretched forward, as the distance got closer and closer, the former could even feel an old aura from the ancient era.

On the other side, I saw a familiar figure jumping towards the sword-casting platform, and the blood spirit and Mu Huan'er stopped almost at the same time, and stomped and roared towards Yang Hao's figure.

Just as Yang Hao could touch the broken sword, suddenly, a huge purple snake tail like a stone pillar stretched out from the magma surface below.

"Smack!"

The wide snake tail swung down suddenly, smashing heavily under Yang Hao's chest.

"Boom!"

Yang Hao's figure was like a baseball that had been knocked out, flying into a red magma wall before he stopped.

Only the last point was missing, and Yang Hao successfully held the broken sword handle.

Unfortunately, the current situation has brought everything back to square one.