"Carrying a golden sword, wearing a white jade jue, hungry for a beautiful chieftain, thirsty for Rakshasa blood."

Lin Fan stood in the air, his long hair hung low, his eyes were scarlet and murderous, and he said softly: "If you are born as a man, you will kill people, and you will not teach a man to wrap his body with a woman's heart."

"Zheng"

The sword qi broke through the sky, and a scarlet blood sword broke out of its sheath, and an endless murderous aura shot straight into the sky in the scarlet blood sword, the heavens and the earth were depressed, and all things were silent.

The murderous aura as cold as winter filled the entire sky, causing the blood rain from the sky to turn into countless bewitching blood flowers falling in the air.

The blood in Feng Wuxi's mouth surged wildly, Yin Hong's blood line dripped down his shriveled body, and some dim eyes actually had a little more relief when they felt the earth-shattering murderous aura coming from below.

"I'm not lonely, the human race is not destroyed, Lin Fan, you TMD get out of me, the farther you roll, the better, I haven't lost my trace enough to let you have mercy!"

Feng Wuxian used all his strength and shouted, as if he disdained Lin Fan's actions.

Long Batian looked at the wind that was nailed to the sky with a long tongue, and there was more admiration in his erected pupils.

"If I were to be replaced, I would be inferior to him!".

But Lin Fan is now in my pocket, and he must not be allowed to make a move in this battle, otherwise Lin Fan will die at the hands of the demons.

Long Batianqu's fingers were like hooks, and as soon as he grabbed it, a big hand of dozens of zhang appeared between the scarlet meteorite and Lin Fan to cover Lin Fan to death.

"Dragon's Claw Covers the Sky"

His five fingers turned into five golden pillars and slapped down like a cage, trying to imprison Lin Fan in the palm of his hand.

Lin Fan's gray robe trembled in the wind, his pair of pitch-black pupils gradually turned into silver erect pupils, the blood light of the hilt of the falling moon sword in his hand flashed, and the word falling moon on the hilt of the sword turned into a slashing moon.

He twisted his body like a leather band, and his body coiled around the entire blood-colored sword like a boneless dragon.

"You have no regrets, but my blood is burning, I just want to have no regrets in my heart for this battle!"

He let out a low roar, and his footsteps were in the air, and his furious breath erupted like a volcano.

With a loud roar, the air under his feet burst, and a huge ripple tsunami set off a wave of air dozens of zhang high in the space, and the entire sky collapsed by him with one foot.

A blood-colored sword light between heaven and earth rushed straight into the sky, and slammed into the palm of the dragon tyrant covering the sky.

Long Batian's cheeks were cold, and with a cold snort in his mouth, his palm that turned into a sky-covering hand suddenly closed, grabbing the sky-high sword light into his palm.

Lin Fan's long hair was flying at this time, and the anger in his eyes was monstrous, and the moment Long Batian's palm was closed, he raised the broken arm of the wind without a trace and shattered it suddenly.

The broken arm shattered, the blood mist flew, and in the endless blood mist, a cyan sword qi appeared out of thin air.

The sword qi is like smoke but it is extremely sharp, this is Feng Wuxian with his own flesh and blood, containing his lifelong perception of the wind, although it cannot be compared with the Void Breaking Monk, but it can break through the giant hand that covers the sky in front of Lin Fan.

The cyan sword qi flickered and disappeared, slashing at one of the golden fingers.

The palm of the dragon tyrant shook the sky, and the closed palm paused a little under this sword aura, causing a gap to appear in the perfect cage.

Lin Fan raised the sky and let out a long roar, his body merged with his sword, turning into a blood-red streamer through that gap, rushing to the sky.

Long Batian's face was complicated, he withdrew his arm, and a sword mark appeared on one of his fingers, and drops of golden blood flowed at the sword mark.

"Since you have the heart of death, how can I go against the trend and return to the sky, it's a pity that the sky has fallen like this!".

In the sky, the scarlet meteorite suddenly trembled violently, and after a few breaths, the entire meteorite fell apart with a roar.

The hundred-mile-sized meteorite exploded into countless fragments and fell in all directions, and in the center of the split meteorite, a blood ball with a diameter of about two kilometers rolled out.

Lin Fan, who turned into a streamer, ignored the fragments of the meteorite that passed by, and stared at the burning blood balls in the sky with a pair of erected pupils.

Because the long tongue that pierced through the wind without a trace was hidden in the center of the blood cell, to the naked eye, the blood ball was actually a round ball composed of countless bodies, and when it fell at high speed, countless red-haired demon beasts were burned into ashes by the high temperature of the falling friction.

It seems to be like ants crossing a river in a group, no matter how it burns, most of the demon beasts will reach the ground safely in the end.

It's just that this red-haired demon beast made Lin Fan's erected pupils shrink, and this kind of demon beast made him recognize at a glance that those same demon beasts in the sword ruins were exactly the same.

This kind of demon beast has superior combat power, and it is by no means something that the disciples of the Sword Sect can resist, even the Jindan monk will never be spared in front of a large number of demon beasts.

Feng Wu, who was wrapped in a blood ball with a long tongue, was in it, and he had no possibility of retreating.

The light in Lin Fan's sea of qi flickered, his physical body and cultivation became one, and the scarlet blood sword, the sword qi shot directly at the bullfight.

A white-clothed figure of Shengxue condensed in the sea of knowledge, his face was handsome and cold-blooded, and in the palm of his pale hand, he held this blood-dripping long sword.

A sticky drop of blood rolled over the cold-lit sword, and was finally gently lowered by him.

His cold and ruthless eyes were proud of the world, and an immortal sword intent appeared in the long sword he raised.

Lin Fan merged the long sword in his hand with the figure in his divine sense, and a terrible sword roar pierced the sky.

I mean immortality, my sword is lonely, and it seems that a peerless swordsman has revived in the dark, making the long sword of this disciple of the Immortal Mountain sound in unison.

Long Batian gasped, what appeared in his eyes was a sword that stabbed out, but the sword immortal descended.

The immortal sword roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and a blood-red sword light rushed towards the burning fireball with Lin Fan.

The rapid flight caused a tornado to blow up behind Lin Fan, and the wind moved with the people, taking Lin Fan to the sky.

"Boom"

Lin Fan opened the air in front of him and rushed into the blood ball along the trajectory of a sword stab.

The Moon Slashing Sword, which rotated at high speed with his body, turned into a flesh-grinding blade, stabbing a hundred-meter-sized hole in the middle of the blood cell.

The countless red-haired warriors who stood in front of him were cut in two by a sword, and countless stumps and broken arms flew and burned in the sky.

In the blood hole, countless scarlet blood knives drew dense trajectories, intertwining knife nets in front of him, covering him head-on.

The Moon Slashing Sword in Lin Fan's hand, a scarlet blood moon rose from the sword, and countless demon beasts that were cut off by a single sword were devoured by the blood moon.

The aura of the Moon Slashing Sword changed drastically, as if it had turned into an incomparably evil demon beast, transmitting countless murderous qi and demon beast essence to Lin Fan through the sword body.

This made Lin Fan's aura more and more powerful.

His silver erect pupils turned blood-colored, and from time to time a bloodthirsty strange smile came out of his mouth.

Through the countless red-haired demon beasts, Lin Fan finally found that the wind that was pierced by the long tongue was traceless.

His hair fluttering in the wind slowly turned blood-colored, and the infinite murderous aura turned into a pitch-black armor and was worn on Xiao Baili's body.

Hideous sharp thorns at the joints stood upside down, and a blood-colored dragon head appeared above the chest.

His long sword turned into a scarlet sword mark, and the blood mist flew everywhere he passed, piercing through a dense demon beast, and Lin Fan appeared in front of the shriveled wind without a trace.

Raising his hand and slashing the long tongue that pierced through the wind without a trace, he held it in his arms and whispered, "Let's go, let's go home!"

Lin Fan turned around, the long sword flickered, countless heads rolled down, and his body fell at a high speed, heading straight for Immortal Mountain.

Just as he was rushing into the blood ball, a long black tongue stabbed him in the back of the head silently, Lin Fan snorted coldly, and hit the tip of the tongue with a backhand sword on the sneak attack.

The long sword trembled violently, Lin Fan's palm was hot, and he was just about to shake open the long tongue again, and in the depths of the blood cell, four long tongues that were also twisted out together pierced through hundreds of demon beasts and bombarded Lin Fan's back fiercely.

The powerful force made the pitch-black armor burst instantly, and the blood-colored dragon head on the armor turned into a cloud of blood mist and disappeared with an unwilling chirp

The tip of his tongue, full of barbs, slammed into Lin Fan's vest.

The sound of bones shattering came, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and Lin Fan was slammed to the ground in the mournful roar of the Falling Moon Sword.

With a roar, he smashed down on the Ageless Mountain like a softball, and after the dust and smoke passed, there was only a bottomless hole in the mountain.

The long tongue covered with Lin Fan's flesh and blood disappeared, leaving a faint sound of "licking".