Chapter 239: The rain falls and people are injured

At the moment when the monk's expression was fierce, a strong aura suddenly converged on him, and then suddenly exploded, as fierce as a beast out of a cage.

Fang Wenyuan couldn't dodge, so he could only turn sideways, so that the upper mouth of his right shoulder was less damaged, and the violent impact made Fang Wenyuan's body fly backwards. However, with his current cultivation, his body shook and suddenly stabilized.

When the ghost escape technique is blocked, it is broken, and although it can be continued in a blink of an eye, there is still a little gap, so it is not smooth. Moreover, the wound on his right shoulder broke open again, and blood flowed out.

Opportunities don't always come by, and if you can't grasp them, it's a waste.

Qing Luo is obviously a person who is good at seizing opportunities, if not, he will not be reused by the Blood Demon Sect Sect Master at a young age. I saw that she was unequivocal, the ghost head knife in her hand was out of her hand, and she went straight to Fang Wenyuan, the timing was just right.

The blood-red sword was like a match, and it came to Fang Wenyuan's side in an instant. Fang Wenyuan's left eye flashed with purple light, and one of the thunderbolts flashed strangely, and he shouted in a low voice: "Thunder Technique, Floating Life!"

The ghost head knife issued by Qing Luo was instantly wrapped in a sudden thunderbolt, and it stopped for a moment. The time is very short, and it is enough for Fang Wenyuan. With a sneer, the long knife still passed through his body.

Qing Luo's face even flashed with a hint of triumphant smile, and he followed the ghost head knife and went straight to Fang Wenyuan.

It's just that Fang Wen could be defeated so easily when he went away? Of course not, what the Ghost Head Knife passed through was just an afterimage. The real Fang Wenyuan had disappeared, and with a miserable scream, his figure was revealed again for a moment.

A ghostly flash, eye-catching was his long white hair and a three-foot blue blade.

After Fang Wenyuan disappeared again, the screaming Blood Demon Sect disciple watched in disbelief as his body slowly disconnected, and the knife in his hand also broke into two at this moment.

After repeated short confrontations, Qingluo and his party lost three disciples. This made Qingluo dare not look down on Fang Wenyuan in the slightest, and became a lot more dignified. Immediately, without hesitation, the moment he came up with a plan in his heart, he immediately blurted out, saying: "Everyone gathered behind me, back to back, beware of this person breaking each one!"

The remaining dozen or so people were already frightened when they saw Fang Wenyuan's methods like thunder, and when they heard Qingluo's order, they seemed to have a backbone, and immediately gathered together, back to back, and formed a circle. Holding a knife in his hand.

Qing Luo's face was calm, his eyes glanced around, and his divine sense was all expanded, looking for Fang Wenyuan's attack trajectory.

However, Fang Wen didn't appear for half a while, which made Qing Luo a little undecided, and everyone's hearts gradually tensed. Sometimes the danger is not terrible, it is the unknown danger that is terrible.

Seeming a little uneasy, Qingluo shouted again: "Formation!"

There was no superfluous action, and everyone threw out the long knives in their hands with all the brushes, mainly Qingluo's knife, supplemented by other knives.

Under the light, all the skulls on the hilts of the knives flew out, and bursts of black gas rushed forward, enveloping everyone in it, gradually condensing together, and slowly converging into the silhouette of a giant.

A thunderclap exploded from the sky, and at some point, the sky was drowsy, and the dark clouds flew very low, making people feel very depressed.

When the last rays of light disappeared from the sky, a drop of rain quietly fell into the earth.

The rustling sound gradually appeared, becoming rapid and overwhelming.

When the cold wind howls, the rainy night comes!

In the clouds in the sky, lightning flashed, and the whole heaven and earth flickered brightly and darkly.

With white hair fluttering, Fang Wenyuan stood on the dark clouds, Fang looked down at the Blood Demon Sect disciples who were forming a formation below, with a touch of indifference in his eyes. At this moment, Fang Wenyuan, who was a little bookish at the beginning, is gone, and there is only one Fang Wenyuan who hides endless resentment and evil anger in his heart.

The disciples of the Blood Demon Sect have successfully formed a formation, the ghost head knife has been smelted together, forming a thirty-zhang giant, and more than a dozen disciples of the Blood Demon Sect have been left in place, led by Qing Luo, and the divine sense and the place support and control the giant.

Fang Wenyuan sneered, suddenly fell from above the clouds, looked down at the people below, and shouted in a low voice as the spell fell: "Sunny day thunder law!

A round mirror appeared in his hand, and the situation of Qingluo and the others was reflected in this mirror, and a strong thunder light appeared from the mirror, and it went straight to Qingluo and the others in an instant.

Qingluo sensed that something was wrong, looked up, his eyes flashed, and shouted in a low voice: "Go!"

The thirty-zhang giant let out a roar, and actually gave up saving Qingluo and the others, but went straight to Fang Wenyuan.

Fang Wenyuan said with a smile: "Encircling Wei to save Zhao? This trick is not good! As soon as the military law is broken, it will be irreparable!"

With a pair of figures, dodging the big knife that was actually more than ten zhang, Fang Wenyuan suddenly moved, and disappeared from everyone's eyes again.

The thunder light that broke the military law had already reached the top of the heads of Qingluo and the others, and at this moment, a fiery red light flashed out, forming a circle, enveloping everyone in it. But in an instant, he was overwhelmed by thunder, and I don't know what the result was.

However, the thirty-zhang giant is still moving, which means that Qingluo and the others are still there. Fang Wenyuan naturally wouldn't hope for a spell, nor would he think that one move would determine the winner.

The giant lost track of Fang Wenyuan and let out a roar, a deafening sound that even paused the falling rain, and the strong sound wave caused the rain to volatilize into mist. It seemed to be very angry, and the more than a dozen large knives in its hands opened and closed as a way to vent.

Under the sword of the giant, the mountains and fields became a mess, and most of the lush trees were destroyed, and the originally pleasing scenery disappeared without a trace.

In the middle of the sound, the giant calmed down a lot. The thunder light surrounding Qingluo and the others also quietly dispersed, and it seemed that Qingluo had regained control of the giants.

The long knife was horizontal, and the giant looked around cautiously.

Just as he was waiting for this, Fang Wenyuan ghostly appeared on the big knife in the giant's hand, looking at it with an evil expression.

I saw him pinch out a strange trick and said softly: "Soul Devouring Trick!"

There was a roar in the sky, as if coming from the desolation, a figure appeared in front of Fang Wenyuan, and through the dense fog, a sheep-like human face came out, its eyes were under the armpits, and the tiger-toothed human claws were fierce beasts.

As soon as Fang appeared, he opened his blood basin and sucked at the giant.

At this moment, under Qing Luo's incredible look, he actually retreated backwards and let out a frightened roar, as if he was pretending to threaten the gluttonous beast that had transformed into a soul devouring formula.

A black vortex appeared in front of the glutton, and the giant's body was twisted slightly, and pustules gradually appeared, spreading to the giant's entire body in an instant.

A pair of white hands burst out of the pustules, tearing the giant's skin and breaking free. The owner of these hands turned out to be a white ghost, flying blankly into the whirlpool in front of the Soul Eater Gluttonous Beast.

Other pustules burst open one after another, and one ghost after another escaped from the giant.

Qing Luo let out a strong scream, and in an instant, regardless of the formation, he flew out of the blood-red ball, kept pinching the trick with both hands, and shouted: "Solution!"

Under Qingluo's words, the giant's defeat became even more irretrievable, and it collapsed in an instant, turning into a huge cloud of black gas.

One by one, the ghosts roamed among them, letting out all sorts of heart-rending screams, and the black mist cracked through twelve clouds. Slowly condensed into twelve skeletons, which were reconnected with the twelve knives.

When the skeleton and the knife were reunited, the gluttonous soul beast swallowed a lot of ghosts, which greatly reduced the spirituality of the twelve ghost-headed knives, and even completely lost their threat.

Qingluo bore the brunt of the sword and collected his love knife, and the other disciples also concocted the same method. The Ghost Head Knife was the killing weapon of the Blood Demon Sect's disciples, and it was also their most precious thing.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fang Wenyuan followed without hesitation, stepped on the ghost under his feet, and went straight to Qingluo.

Qingluo's eyes flashed, murderous awe-inspiring, one hand wiped on the knife, Yin Hong's blood blessed her ghost head knife, slashing on Fang Wenyuan's inevitable path.

And Fang Wenyuan's reaction made her more sure in her heart, as long as Fang Wenyuan took another step forward, she would be injured under the knife.

Unexpectedly, Fang Wenyuan seemed to take a step forward, but his figure flew past her strangely.

Whoosh~poof~

The blood was shining in the sky, and a huge human head flew up, and there was even a blank look in his eyes, hurry!

And the three-foot Qingfeng, which is definitely a sharp weapon.

Qingluo felt a chill on her neck, and when Fang Wenyuan passed by him, her cold eyes seemed to warn her that if she insisted on stopping Fang Wenyuan, she would be the next to die!

Fang Wenyuan spared her twice, not because he was unwilling to kill her, but because the feeling that this woman gave him was not so simple, there was a faint sense of danger, at this moment, Fang Wenyuan was unwilling to take risks.

Killing one person again, Fang Wenyuan's figure disappeared again. Out of the dead disciple, the others almost all breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, because Fang Wenyuan's law of killing people was that almost all of them would disappear after killing one person, and then come back after a while.

So, for them, at least for now, it's safe.

Just when their subconscious was slackening, a huge tripod appeared in the midst of everyone.

One of them exclaimed, "What is this!"

Before the words fell, the rain became louder, and the lightning became more frequent.

This suddenly appeared in the big ding, and suddenly flashed, and the palpitating white-haired man appeared in the center of the big ding, smiled cruelly, and said, "Lei Yang!"

A strong light suddenly appeared from the blue sky thunder ding, and the entire sky reflected each other, at this moment, Fang Wenyuan seemed to be incarnated in the center of the world, and all the light emanated from his body.

A slightly cyan thunderbolt appeared from the thunder ding, and the lightning in the sky also converged in this direction.

One by one, the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect rushed out

Thundered~~~

It seems that the whole world is silent