On the side of the alliance forces, a blood-red shadow suddenly pounced, and the target turned out to be heading towards the crypt. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The Blood Shadow Trace of the Blood Knife Gate was exerted to the limit, leaving only a blood-red faint afterimage in the air, sweeping all the way, and the speed was actually fast.

"Do you treat the old man as a soft persimmon? Anyone can take care of it?" The old demon of Tantric Sect is angry, the first person and the second person do have terrifying strength, even if he goes all out, he is not an opponent. But here is another hairy boy, who also wants to fish in troubled waters?

The Deadly Blood Demon reached out and connected several large acupoints on his body, temporarily suppressing the wounds. The old demon took advantage of this opportunity to stop sideways at the entrance of the crypt and wave several palm shadows at Luohe in the air. Attacking with hatred, with decades of old demons' skills, this is definitely not trivial.

Luo He's figure suddenly stopped, and then his feet exerted force, and the whole person turned into a blood-colored long knife, which actually passed through the palm force, and the old devil's palm only touched the corner of the other party's clothes, but Luo He's figure had disappeared on the platform.

"The old devil is already at the end of the crossbow, everyone go together, don't let the cheats be preempted!" I don't know who shouted in the crowd, and the rest of the people were all ready to move.

In their opinion, since the two demons have repeatedly let people into the crypt, they are afraid that there is not much strength left.

The form of the Demon Sect instantly became bad, and the majesty and situation established by the two Demon Dao giants were instantly destroyed by the three of them.

But it was said that Luohe had entered the crypt, and there was not even a light in the crypt, only the cold stone walls. The road is winding and winding, extending in all directions, and it is impossible to say which place is a trap that costs people's lives.

With the little True Qi that remained in the air, Luo He immediately chose a path and rushed away. He could feel that a fierce battle was breaking out in the depths of the crypt.

It took about a quarter of an hour for Luohe to find his true location accurately. At this quarter of an hour, even if there is a true qi induction, there are many wrong roads and forks, and there are also many hidden masters in the crypt, and it will take a lot of time to change the path after abolishing them.

The ground gate of the main altar hall was already open at this moment, and two figures, one red and one green, were besieging an old man in black robes. Luo He could see clearly that the woman in red was the bloody skeleton.

This black-robed old man, if he is not bad as expected, must be the leader of the Demon Sect. Otherwise, even any person can compete with the blood skeleton and the only remaining peak existence above the two rivers and lakes, so wouldn't the strength of the Demon Sect Leader be beyond the human power?

Looking around, the Demon Sect Leader really used a strange scimitar that was exactly the same size, proportion, and appearance as Xiao Lou listened to the spring rain overnight, and the vertical and horizontal knife qi was the essence of the Demon Knife Technique.

"Could it be that there are two magic knives in themselves?" this thought flashed through Luo He's mind, and then was overturned. Ding Peng, as a real descendant of the magic knife, it is absolutely impossible not to know the number of magic knives, if there can be one such weapon, it can already be called against the sky, and if he suffers from the jealousy of the sky, how can there be two?

The blood skull shot extremely fast, and the cold palm wind almost always touched the body of the demon sect leader, but the magic knife knife technique was extremely weird, if the blood skull intended to drive the palm to hit the solid, his arm would have to be drawn a few times even if it was not wasted.

The swordsmanship of the existence also follows the most basic path, so that people can't see any tricks and fame at all. The contest between the simplest swordsmanship and the most complex swordsmanship, every time the opponent's flaws are judged, a sword is stabbed, and under the magic knife moves, the so-called "flaws" become invisible. How could there be such a big flaw in the perfect magic knife technique?

Just watching the decisive battle between the three of them, Luo He broke out in a cold sweat, and his hands trembled involuntarily. In the battle of this pattern, although there were no earth-shattering moves, it would not be weaker than the duel between Zhuo Bufan and Ding Peng's residual sword intent.

"Nalan Sheng, it's enough for you to live for so many years. Let me give you a ride today. "The swordsmanship of the green-shirted swordsman is calm and steady, and the footwork under her feet is also particularly peculiar, and she constantly moves her feet with a different frequency, even if the magic knife wants to hurt her, it is not so easy.

"Holy martial arts, how can you wait to spy on it?" the Demon Sect Leader laughed out loud, and under the Qi Imperial Knife, the scimitar suddenly flew upside down and rolled back, smashing on Cun's back. With his profound skills, he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

The blood skeleton saw the opportunity, and its slender arm pierced straight into the dense knife net, the scarlet light was magnificent, and the Demon Sect Leader shouted "Good coming", and waved his backhand with the same palm.

The two of them fought against each other, and the Demon Sect Leader was slightly better after all, only half a step back, and his body stopped in a flash, on the other hand, the blood skeleton retreated three or four steps, and under the gloomy skeleton mask, there was a faint wisp of blood dripping down.

"Nalan Holy ......" The shock in Luo He's heart was indescribable. This name is clearly the name of the son of Nalan Qian, the leader of the Demon Sect, more than two hundred years ago. The people who practice martial arts in the Yuan Domain have already washed their muscles and cut down the marrow, reborn, and cultivated to a certain extent to be more able to absorb the aura of heaven and earth and seize the creation of heaven and earth, but according to historical records, one hundred and ninety-nine is the limit, and basically there has never been a person of higher age.

If this Nalan Saint in front of him is really the Nalan Saint more than two hundred years ago, then how terrifying is he to be able to break the shackles of age and live for so many years with a miserable old and decaying body?

"You guys, indeed, are pretty good. I can't imagine that over the years, there have been masters like you in the world. Indeed, no one else is worthy to kill you, so let the Holy Saint end your life. Nalan Sheng's face was full of smiles, and he also knew that being able to break through the Twin Demons and come here first was definitely a master among the masters, and killing this kind of master was a supreme pleasure for him.

The scimitar, aimed at the blood skeleton, slowly fell, intending to block it, but the blow just came out of his surprise, and his whole person was now in a state of paralysis, his meridians were sore, and he couldn't use his strength.

Blood Legend Blood Skeleton, how could it be a person who was waiting to be killed? She barely turned sideways, flashed the first stab of the magic knife, and the second slash had already struck her head. The Blood Skull had to change its body shape again, and the True Qi of the Extreme Yin Attribute burst out, causing a great obstacle to Nalan Sheng's attack.

When the second knife was missed with one palm, the blood skeleton realized that he had been completely shrouded in the sword intent of the demon knife, and the two knives were just tentative sword qi.

The magic knife intent is perfect, and it is unleashed by a monster like Nalan Sheng, who has accumulated terror, even if it is a legend or a myth, it is impossible to escape easily. The dark wound on Fang Cai's body has not yet recovered, and he has fallen into the magic knife intent, and the strange and unique knife aura is everywhere, and death is approaching.

For the first time, the Blood Skull felt that death was so close to him.

The air was compressed in an instant, condensed, and the magic knife came.