The blood mist that swirled around Song Xueshan's entire body was amazing and weird.

Blood-red clouds, rich and condensed, incomparably fierce.

The strong smell of blood on it was disgusting.

Zhang Yan smashed the mountain with the momentum of splitting the mountain, and he actually felt that the force of his attack was unloaded in an instant.

Song Xueshan just shook slightly in place, but he stopped his body again and was safe and sound.

Zhang Yan had already seen the horror of the blood mist on the other party's body in the Frost Covered Temple.

The opponent directly broke the ban with brute force, and the killing ban attack was on the top, and the blood mist resisted it all.

Now that Zhang Yan struck with all his strength, he didn't cause any damage, and this blood mist defense was really terrifying.

The blood-red aura and bloody bones released by the other party, as well as the sword formation of the young man surnamed Ying of the frozen door, all shrouded him.

"Idiot! This time will make you die clearly......"

Song Xueshan was very close to Zhang Yan at the moment, and the latter failed to strike a single blow, so he naturally would not let go of such an opportunity.

The fist filled with blood mist and blood light quickly surpassed the lightning, broke through the air, and smashed straight towards Zhang Yan's head, and the void spiritual power exploded.

In addition, everyone else hurriedly swept onto the skeleton of the divine beast, but there were still a few people standing in place, not making a move, as if they were waiting for the change.

The fairy in purple was still standing indifferently to the side, ignoring everything in front of her, and her expression was as usual.

And what made Zhang Yan's heart awe-inspiring was that the several disciples of Tianxuan Sect who entered the main hall did not make a move.

Including the young man surnamed Yun of Tianxuan Sect who had followed the Ghost City Ghost Cultivator Gu Twin Kings who had pursued him before.

Although several people were attracted by the huge divine beast skeleton in the main hall before, they were not as excited as the others, and soon came back to their senses, and one by one their eyes fell on Zhang Yan with murderous intent in their eyes.

At this moment, Zhang Yan judged the situation in an instant.

Song Xueshan's fist, the fist style is as cold as a man, and the last one comes first.

If a few disciples of the Tianxuan Sect followed suit, Zhang Yan would only have to hate this place.

"Go!"

Zhang Yan gritted his teeth and drank softly, and the ghost spirit bead flashed out of thin air.

Inside the spirit bead, Ba Huo took a group of spirit slaves, rushed out, carrying the full flames all over his body, and slaughtered the shadow from mid-air.

Phew!

A faint shadow flickered from Zhang Yan's waist.

Flying Sword, Calvarya Firewing!

As soon as the flying sword came out, it turned into a faint shadow in mid-air, and disappeared in the next instant.

In the next breath, the flying sword appeared again, but it had already risen against the storm, becoming two or three feet huge, appearing in front of the sword formation composed of more than a dozen snow-white flying swords, and went straight up.

Dangdangdang......

A dense collision of flying swords came from mid-air, like a handover of gold and stone, extremely piercing, and a burst of fire splashed everywhere.

And Ying Zhuoran's whole person was already surrounded by hundreds of spirit slaves who were carried by Ba Huo.

The spell in Ying Zhuoran's hand swept out, and the cold blade was like snowflakes, cutting through the groups of spirit slaves, and from time to time, under the screams of the spirit slaves, their souls flew away.

At the same time, in front of him, a crystal ice and snow light shield appeared from time to time, resisting the pounce of the spirit slave.

It's just a blast flying in front of him, the ember spirit flying all over his body like a rainbow, the Dao Fire Dragon roaring and sweeping, and the ice spells and ice and snow light shields all melt in an instant.

Therefore, Rao Yiying's strength was still restrained by the fireworks on Ba Huo's body, and he was embarrassed if he couldn't show all his strength.

In this way, the sword array of the Ying Zhuoran Imperial Envoy was disordered.

More than a dozen flying swords, under the dense resistance of the fire wings of Calkull, actually appeared gloomy.

Airplanes!

There was a dense whisper, and more than a dozen flying swords, under the flickering of spiritual light, re-condensed, and turned into a snow-white flying sword that continued on the ground.

While!

It's just that the flying sword flew backwards under the onslaught of the Calkulla Fire Wings again, and flew backwards towards the shadow.

"What kind of flying sword is this, could it be a magic weapon or an ancient treasure-level flying sword!"

Ying Zhuoran was in a hurry under the attack of a group of spirit slaves, and when he saw the flying sword flying back upside down, his face was shocked, and his eyes were in disbelief.

After resisting Ying Zhuoran's attack, Song Xueshan's blood fist had already fallen solidly.

With the muffled sound of flesh colliding, Zhang Yan stubbornly took Song Xueshan's attack.

However, before that, Zhang Yan's body was still slightly on one side, and the opponent's fist just fell on his back.

Rao was like this, Zhang Yan could only hear that the muscles in his back had been torn apart, and a few bones had been broken.

Song Xueshan's physical strength was beyond Zhang Yan's expectations, the former's blow was so terrifying, with his strong and iron-like body, he was still injured in an instant.

It's just that when he received the other party's blow, Zhang Yan took advantage of the situation, avoided the attack of the blood-red aura and bloody bones, and disappeared in place in an instant, and a divine shadow moved down and appeared on the other side of the main hall.

For Zhang Yan, what made him most afraid was the blood-red aura released by Song Xueshan.

Up to now, Zhang Yan hasn't been able to see what it is, and even his divine sense is difficult to capture, that thing is too fast.

Zhang Yan's face became extremely ugly at this moment, becoming more and more pale, and he spit out a mouthful of blood with a sigh of relief.

Song Xueshan punched down, and the force was amazing, causing his flesh to tear, his bones to break and displace, and his qi and blood to surge.

The most deadly was the spirit slave who besieged Ying Zhuoran, and if his cultivation was insufficient, he would be killed by the other party after a while.

Zhang Yan himself was connected to the spirit slave, and the spirit slave was killed in such a row, where could he still withstand it, he was directly counterattacked, and he was not lightly injured, and his divine consciousness was slightly stinging.

However, Zhang Yan spit out a mouthful of blood, his face was cold, and his hand was like electricity, and the spirit slave who originally rushed up to attack Ying Zhuoran gathered in the blink of an eye, and a huge dark gray claw suddenly appeared in mid-air, with a strong aura, and volleyed towards Ying Zhuoran.

"Thousand Spirits Spell?"

Ying Zhuoran's face changed greatly, and at the moment when he felt the stinging pain of his divine sense, he couldn't care so much, and with a flip of his hand, a crystal bead appeared, and the white light shrouded him.

Kiss!

The dark gray claws fell on the white light, making a crisp sound, and then the claws and the white light dissipated at the same time, and the two collided, and the waves were not alarmed, but the shadow was Zhuoran, but his face was pale, and he snorted slightly, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood, and he was hit hard.

Zhang Yan didn't care whether the attack on Ying Zhuoran missed or not, his hand shook again, and the aura was vigorous, and three dark gray claws swept out of his palm, and he was unexpectedly slashed towards the several Tianxuan Sect disciples who were standing on the side of the main hall.

Poof!

Zhang Yan's attack was faster than lightning, and several disciples of Tianxuanzong could react, and the three young men of Tianxuanzong looked stunned in an instant, and their faces showed pain.

At the same time, three cold blades with dead silence and cold like divine souls appeared out of thin air, and one whirl, shot down directly towards Song Blood Mountain.

Immediately followed by the Kalvarya Fire Wing, after knocking Ying Zhuoran's flying sword away, a swift sweep, turned into a faint shadow, disappeared into the void, and the next moment it had already appeared on the top of Song Xueshan's head, extremely spiritual, and slashed down on its own.

In the face of Zhang Yan's fireworks-filled spell casting and sword speed, Song Xueshan was already full of horror, this kind of reaction speed was comparable to that of a Jindan stage monk, even if it was an ordinary Jindan stage monk, it was inferior.

And he had long seen that the latter's flying sword was not simple, and he didn't dare to be careless.

What's more, the three cold blades that appeared in mid-air, the aura was amazing, and a coercion emanated from above, and the meaning of death and silence made his consciousness tremble, and this feeling was only seen in those disciples of Moyunling who had mastered the ancient inheritance spells.

The means in this person's hands are really endless, and compared with the beginning, the strength has increased by a few times.

Thinking of being smashed by the other party, Song Xueshan had palpitations in his heart, and the murderous intent in his eyes was even more intense.

"Blood Spirit, go!"

Song Xueshan snorted softly, and the blood-red spiritual light burst out, and in the blink of an eye, it slashed to the top of the three Nether Blades.

Sneer......

The blood-red spiritual light, when it came into contact with the three cold blades, trembled instantly, and then was knocked out of the sky by a cold blade, and under the chaos of the blood light, it re-entered Song Xueshan's body and disappeared.

"What! What the hell is this......

Song Xueshan was shocked, watching the other two cold blades slash down, one gritted his teeth, and sacrificed a blood-red shield in front of him.

Bang!

The blood-red shield, with a loud bang, cracks appeared, and the two cold blades directly passed through the shield and slashed at Song Xueshan's bloody mist.

Thorn ......

The blood mist on Song Xueshan's body rolled for a while, and then under a crisp sound like a cloth tearing, the entire blood mist was torn apart by the cold blade.

Bang!

The three cold blades fell, and the blood light on Song Xueshan's body instantly burst out, and the three cold blades were stopped alive, but his whole person was still knocked out of the air and smashed onto the skeleton of the divine beast, and there was a clicking sound on his body.

And the three cold blades also disappeared into the air.

But it was the bloody bones, the flesh, the strength and terror, and the fierce and terrifying forcibly resisted Zhang Yan's flying sword, and under a burst of fire, the flames splashed everywhere.

Poof!

And where several disciples of Tianxuan Sect were, there were three people's heads, but they had already been cut off by Zhang Yan's left hand with a wave of his left hand, like three huge watermelons, rolling to the ground.

"Look for death!"

Yun Mo also didn't expect Zhang Yan to strike first, and directly shot in an instant, and when he reacted, the three junior disciples in front of him were already in different places.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Yun Mo was shocked and angry, and with a flip in his hand, a huge flying sword swept up out of thin air, as fast as lightning, and directly slashed at the top of Zhang Yan's head, with a strange trajectory, almost incomprehensible.

At the same time, Yun Mo pinched again, a palm-sized white cover, dripping and sweeping, rising against the storm, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge cover the size of a few zhang, and the spirit on it was like electricity, and the whole person shrouded directly towards Zhang Yan.

Bite!

At the same time, with a wave of lightning on Zhang Yan's hand, the ancient umbrella reappeared, and he lifted it up, firmly against the huge cover, and with a loud sound, the huge cover was directly blocked in mid-air.

Poof......

It's just that at this moment, with a crisp sound, Zhang Yan's complexion changed greatly, his face showed severe pain, and his expression also appeared gloomy in an instant.

He looked down and saw that on his chest, there was already a bloody mouth that had passed through his back, and the blood was like a column.

At the same time, a blood-red spiritual light swept through the air, faster than lightning, and it was difficult for the divine sense to capture.

The blood-red aura flickered slightly in mid-air, and under a whirlwind, it swept again and came straight to him.

What the hell is this!

At this moment, Zhang Yan was full of fear.