Except for the great ability of Liangyi, there is nothing in the world that can resist his own blood shadow! An Chengming has this confidence, so the corners of his mouth, a sneer appeared, and he looked at Yiqiqi with a cold smile, he wanted to watch this guy he once wanted to recover die.

The blood shadow was like lightning, and in an instant, An Chengming even felt that the Fang Ling in front of him was no different from the dried corpse that had been plundered by himself before.

Closer, a blood shadow was already approaching Fang Ling!

As long as it was an instant, this blood shadow would be able to devour Fang Ling's essence blood!

However, something that surprised him appeared! At the moment when the blood shadow approached Fang Ling, a black gas spit out from the strange skull, instantly pulling the blood shadow into the skull. This action was very fast, so fast that An Chengming couldn't react a little, and when he reacted, he found that the blood shadow that he had worked so hard to cultivate for many years had been swallowed up by most of the five weird skeletons.

How is this possible?

How could his own blood shadow, which claimed to be able to fly to the sky, be swallowed into his stomach by a skull, and how could he not feel the existence of this blood shadow at all until now, this could not be true!

An Chengming didn't believe that this qiē was true, but now he really couldn't sense the existence of the blood shadow, and at this moment, in addition to the incomparable anger, the fear became a little more.

This Fang Ling, can't stay, absolutely can't stay, once he grows up, he will be the biggest nemesis of his master and apprentice. An Chengming, who roared in his heart, flashed his thoughts. He was ready to take back the few remaining blood shadows.

At this time, Fang Ling had a plan similar to An Chengming's in his heart. No matter what kind of character stands behind An Chengming, no matter what kind of plan An Chengming has. There was only one thought in his heart, that is, he must not let An Chengming leave.

A powerful opponent who can't be a friend is more relieved to let him die. Therefore, after the skulls had devoured most of the blood shadows, how could Fang Ling allow the other blood shadows to escape?

Or so to speak. This is the five-colored light of dark red, dark blue, dark green, etc., and with the flickering of these five colors of light, those blood shadows that want to flee. It's as if you're bound by an invisible space, and although you can still escape, it's ten times slower than before in terms of speed.

It can even be said that it is twenty times slower!

A place where you could have left in the blink of an eye. This moment. But it took a quarter of an hour.

Such a slow speed made An Chengming's heart tighten. And if that section of Renjie was here, it would definitely be even more uncomfortable, this was clearly the means in his Great Five Elements True Method, but he didn't expect to be used by Fang Ling, and when it came to the ability to perform, it seemed to be even more powerful than what he used.

Silently, the few remaining blood shadows were also swallowed up by the skull. An Chengming saw the disappearing blood shadow at this time. Although I was resentful in my heart, I was a little powerless. He glared at Fang Ling with a hideous face, eager to swallow Fang Ling into his stomach.

The Blood Shadow is hugely powerful, but it is equally difficult to refine. For the sake of these dozen blood shadows, An Chengming didn't know how much pain he had suffered.

And now, my hard work has turned out to be a failure!

Advancing to the Yuan Infant and achieving the incarnation of blood shadow, these established goals have become even more unattainable. The director fell short, it was this hateful Fang Ling!

And the eldest princess of Nanchu, who regarded An Chengming as her destined nobleman and had already contributed all her qiē to An Chengming, her face was also a little tense at this time. For the first time, she felt that her confidence in An Chengming had been shaken, and it was difficult for her to connect the gloomy and stumbling man in front of her with the arrogant man before.

Qin Duo's face also turned a little pale, he was An Chengming's subordinate, it was because he was defeated by An Chengming's blood shadow method that he surrendered willingly, he thought that this kind of strange trick, except for people above the Yuan Infant Ancestor, no one could break it at all.

And now, Fang Ling had swallowed these blood shadows cleanly.

"What kind of evil method are you?" An Chengming pointed at Fang Ling, and in addition to unwillingness, there was also a trace of fear in his words. When he asked this sentence, he didn't feel inappropriate at all, you must know that in the era of Zhuge Cangsheng, this blood transformation Dafa is known as the first evil law in the world.

Where did Fang Ling have time to sue him for this, he didn't answer at the moment, just pinched the magic trick in his hand, and the five skeletons went directly towards An Chengming. However, at this moment, An Chengming, who had already regained his calmness, patted his small Qiankun bag, and a bloody light had appeared above his head.

This blood light was in the shape of a knife, three feet and three inches long, except for a mark in the middle that looked like a blood groove, there was not the slightest decoration on this knife. But as the knife flew above An Chengming's head, the five skeletons that were approaching quickly suddenly stopped.

It wasn't that Fang Ling pinched the spell to make them stop, but that they themselves took the initiative to stop! At the same time, Fang Ling felt that the blood in his body seemed to be boiling, and it was about to fly towards the strange sword light.

"Burning Blood Divine Knife, this is the Burning Blood Divine Knife!" Yi Ling quickly flew back, at this moment, she was definitely not helping Fang Ling pass on the information, she really had a fear. Although she didn't believe that this was the real Blood Burning Divine Knife, the feeling of blood boiling up and down Zhou's body clearly told her that this was the Blood Burning Divine Knife.

Back then, Zhuge Cangsheng didn't know how many monks he killed in order to refine the Blood Burning Divine Sword. But until the decisive battle between him and Yan Shenzhou, he did not refine the Burning Blood Divine Sword, and some people even said that if Zhuge Cangsheng had the Burning Blood Divine Knife back then, it would definitely not be him who died.

In addition to being extremely sharp and unstoppable, the most bizarre method of the Burning Blood Divine Sword is that it can absorb the opponent's blood and qi for its own use. Under the translocation of strength and weakness, those who fight against the Burning Blood Divine Sword have only one way to die.

"Fang Ling, the fact that you can die under the Blood Burning Divine Sword can also be regarded as your blessing. An Chengming looked at Fang Ling with red eyes, and said word by word: "Don't worry, I will smelt every drop of your blood into this Burning Blood Divine Knife, and I will inject your soul into the Soul Burning Furnace, so that you will never be able to be reborn!"

Fang Ling quickly ran the Xuanqi Dafa, wanting to suppress the churning blood qi. However, the effect was extremely limited, and he could even feel his own blood qi, as if it was an invisible tube, converging towards the Blood-Burning Divine Sword.

If you go on like this, it won't take long for your blood to dry up. Although the most important thing for a monk is the true element, a monk without the support of blood and qi is also a dead end. Fang Ling's Xuan Xuan Dafa couldn't stop this Blood Burning Divine Sword, not that the Xuan Xuan Dafa was inferior to the Blood Transformation Dafa, but it was actually one of the ultimate essences of the Blood Transformation Dafa.

An Chengming's Blood Burning Divine Sword was not cultivated by him, but after the efforts of Zhuge Cangsheng and his master's two generations, it could be regarded as a successful sacrifice of this Blood Burning Divine Sword, and its power was naturally not comparable to Fang Ling's Xuan Dafa that had just been completed.

If Fang Ling gathered the Xuan Qi on the Demon Banner into a Second Elemental Spirit, he would naturally not be afraid of the Blood Burning Divine Sword. Fang Ling, whose thoughts flashed in his heart, gritted his teeth, and instantly formed a defensive circle around him according to his experience in the blessed land of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, and at the same time urged Xuanyu Dafa and Haoran Qi.

The white dragon and black tiger flickered, and Fang Ling felt that his blood qi had calmed down. He secretly put his heart at ease, and scolded angrily on the surface: "An Chengming, with your strange means, you also want to defeat me?

In the middle of the words, the five skeletons instantly turned into five light wheels that flashed with five-colored light, and fell fiercely towards An Chengming. This was the Five Elements Extinction Wheel that Fang Ling had received from Duan Renjie, and during this year's retreat, Fang Ling had spent a lot of effort to perform this exercise.

The light wheel flashes, like a mountain!

The mighty momentum is only stronger than when Duan Renjie was the imperial envoy.

But An Chengming, who was under the siege of the five rounds, not only did not panic, but even showed a sneer on his face, he pinched the magic trick in his hand, and said "Go", and a blood-colored training with a length of more than ten zhang slashed down towards the five-color light wheel.

The space formed by the five-color light wheel is unknown to how many monks have been defeated, but as this long knife fell, the space was directly divided into two sections.

Although Fang Ling had already predicted the power of this Blood Burning Divine Sword, he was still surprised in his heart when he saw the forbidden space formed by his Five Elements Wheel being split at this time. After all, he knew the mystery of this Great Five Elements True Method, but now, he couldn't stop the sword of the Burning Blood Divine Knife.

An Chengming, whose eyebrows were all red, was like a demon god, and when the magic in his hand moved again, the Burning Blood Divine Knife flew up again, instantly locking Fang Ling's body, and slashed frantically again. The ten-zhang sword light, at the moment of slashing towards Fang Ling, suddenly stretched a distance of a hundred zhang!

Hundreds of sword light, like electricity!

Fang Ling had a feeling that it was difficult to match in the face of this vast sword light. This sword light was not only a sword light in his senses, but also seemed to imply a sea of blood that swept the heavens and the earth.

This is not An Chengming's power at all, it should be the power of the Blood Burning God Sword itself. Between the changes in his eyes, Fang Ling urged the Demon Flag, preparing to burst the Demon Flag, using a method that he had studied intensively during this retreat.

But at this moment, something in his small Qiankun bag was shaking wildly, and a great force directly broke the prohibition of his small Qiankun bag and fell into his hands.

And at the moment when this thing was started, the sword light had already fallen in front of Fang Ling, and he didn't care about the other Fang Ling, he pinched the magic trick in his hand, and directly urged the thing with Haoran's qi, and greeted the rolling sword light. (To be continued......)

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