"Lord...Master! I can't protect you anymore."

Amid such a whisper, a large amount of blood gushed out from Sun Ling's mouth and nose, splashing on Wu Su's face armor in front of him. However, Wu Su, who has always been fond of wit, did not have any disgust and disgust at this moment, because the man in front of him had already sacrificed his life to protect her.

“Huh…huh…”

"It's really hard to kill you. So many people are willing to fight for you!" Under Sun Ling's obstruction, the masked black-clad man held a dark green jade ruler in his hand and pierced through the chest of the guard leader. As he pulled out the jade ruler, Sun Ling's entire body was burned into nothing in a green poisonous flame.

Wu Su was so stunned that she wanted to pick him up, but she didn't get anything.

The next moment, she had to suppress her mood and block the gun, because the dark green jade ruler of the other party was already attacking again like poisonous snakes.

"What are you going to hold on now? You have lost and the defeat is decided. Now let's stop. I'll give you a happy one. Otherwise, I will drain your soul and refine your soul, so that you will never be reborn!"

Clang, clang, clang, clang, sparks flew away, but no matter how attack or how the masked black man used, he could not completely defeat the female cultivator's gun in front of him.

And his cursed demon blood corpse was now entangled by the four elders of Zhang. The cursed demon blood corpse was carrying the power of a strange poison. The four elders of Zhang now counted one, and they were all seriously injured. Even if the battle ended, they would have no way to survive unless there was a very skilled alchemist who could drive them away and detoxify them.

In addition, Aunt Xue took the Four Swordsman to entangle the Yanzhou monks who attacked. Because of the effect of the Crazy Blood Pill, these Yanzhou monks became less and less mental as they reached the later stage. Even if a second-level Crazy Blood Pill was taken by nearly 50 monks after being added, the effect would not be too powerful.

However, after taking it, they soon came forward to kill, and their behavior helped the medicine. Blood and killing strengthened the crazy effect of the Crazy Blood Pill. Most of these Yanzhou monks are no longer able to obey orders.

And a very small number of people who can remain rational and calm have retreated at this moment because they have seen the truth of the matter and have even discovered the blood corpse controlled by the masked black man. Who is he!

Therefore, the battle between the two sides reached a deadlock, but even so, as time goes by, the final victory gradually tends toward the stronger side.

With the magic urge of the masked man in black, he had completely suppressed the new and old wounds on his body, and the battle between Wu Su and the four elders of the Zhang family, who had alternately relapsed, also had an absolute advantage.

But, at this moment.

A fierce wind suddenly spread into the ears of everyone present, and it became bigger and bigger, approaching at an extremely fast speed.

(Alas!?)

The masked man in black raised his head and saw a whirlwind of storm, swaying everything and getting higher and higher. As he moved, it gradually turned into a faint crimson color.

"This sword intent is, that boy from the Zhang family! He really knows how to get the bargain, but you may not be able to get the bargain."

Hurry, Hurry, Hurry.

Because of the excessively fierce battle, the already unstable building was rolled up by Xuanstorm at this moment, and there was almost faintly... No, there was already a place that was collapsed.

The magic of Xuanstorm Storm has huge mana consumption and its lethal power is not outstanding. However, if the caster can control this wind power to a higher degree, the higher the degree of control, the higher the cost-effectiveness of this magic.

In the void, the sound of breaking through the air suddenly came out. With the help of Xuan Fengshang, a shadow attacked the masked man in black from behind like a snake.

However, even though the spirit became crazy, the masked man in black was a character who had experienced many battles. With his spiritual sense swept over and his magic power poured into it, the dark green jade ruler instantly cut the shadow like a sharp blade, but it was just a corpse of a Yanzhou monk.

Huaihun Wood Art·Corpsy Control Technique.

Of course, it was also because the cover of the Xuan Storm Technique interfered with the keenness of the masked black-clothed man's spiritual sense, and he was extremely tired, otherwise he would not be able to hide it.

"Boy Zhang family, you have great skills, but what I like to do most in my life is to kill the seeds of inheritance of large sects like you. Don't worry, I don't want my life anymore, I will never escape, I will play with you to the end!"

Just in the storm, the masked man in black was lying down and speaking in this way, revealing his terrifying and twisted mind.

Another shadow rushed towards the cursed demon blood corpse.

The masked black man killed it one foot, but he was worried that this was also a corpse puppet, so he did not do his best, because the cursed demon blood corpse is not that easy to kill. Although it will turn into blood within a certain period of time, it is difficult for the foundation-building monks who do not have restrained power to kill it before the cursed power is exhausted. Therefore, the masked black man is not particularly nervous about the cursed demon blood corpse.

But the situation changed in the next moment, because the corpse puppet he judged actually cut open his spiritual weapon, the Green Poison Ruler. While he and the cursed blood corpse attacked each other, the blood corpse suddenly made a shocking and terrifying roar, and was obviously severely damaged in an instant.

(True body! How is it possible? Even if it is a true body, how can a cultivator in Qi Refining Realm have a way to severely injure the cursed demon blood corpse in an instant!) With this technique, the old demon cultivator who has gained huge advantages in the same level battle more than once, and has huge benefits, and rushed over with one stroke.

Without this curse demon blood corpse, its chances of winning will be greatly reduced. The attack power of the blood corpse is not very strong, but it is "undead", and it also has blood filthy spiritual light, dirty magic weapon/spiritual weapon, damages spiritual consciousness, and the combat power will never decrease until the curse power dissipates. Therefore, the more difficult and protracted battle is, the easier it is.

But it is also because of its "immortality" and only attack but not defending. When both sides attack each other, Zhang Lie can easily succeed. Those who are good at swimming die from drowning, and those who practice immortals are the same.

The masked man in black just rushed closer, and two flying swords, one black and one white, and one silver spear were already coming.

Between the sword lights overlap, there were phoenixes and phoenixes and phoenixes, one was extremely fierce and the other was extremely cold. However, what was really terrifying was an immortal sword intent that transcended from it.

The silver gun shadow flashed like a dragon, shuttled back and forth several times, suddenly exploded, either stabbing, spinning, whipping, sweeping, shaking, shaking, or shaking, or shaking, or shaking, or tangling...

This gun and sword were just the first time they joined forces, but it vaguely gave the masked black man a sense of seamlessness and impeccableness.

"I want to kill me at this level? It's ridiculous!"

Although he was shocked and did not understand why Zhang Lie and Wu Su's strength had soared (with the blessing of the wind), the masked man in black also knew in his heart that his momentum could not fall, otherwise one would rise and fall, and he might really not be able to live away from this place.

The spiritual consciousness is infused and the magic power is infused. With all the strength, the green poison ruler suddenly produces countless mysterious changes.

Sometimes the poisonous gas expanded as big as a snake, and sometimes it was as small as a hair. Under such full force, Wu Su and Zhang Lie's joint efforts were blocked. Moreover, due to the overflow of energy and poison, other monks around could not join in at all. Most of them were already scarred and weak, and their legs were weak and exhausted.

(Hey, when do you want me to cooperate with you? I can't hold on for too long to maintain such an outbreak.)

(Shut up, listen to my full strength and don’t give him a chance to get a diligent mind.)

During the exchange of divine thoughts, Zhang Lie's hand gesture changed, and the black and white swords, the fire phoenix and ice phoenix dance became more fierce, especially the sword intent that was constantly compressed and condensed in the ice and fire vortex, giving the masked black-clad man a sense of life threatening. In order to cooperate with Zhang Lie, Wu Su, who was already seriously injured, had to concentrate more and explode his potential, but she also knew that if she persisted like this, she would definitely be the first to collapse, not the opponent in front of her.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

After exchanging one blow with Zhang Lie, he was in a stagnant state and could not continue fighting suddenly moved.

Feeling this, the masked man in black was overjoyed, and everyone, including Wu Su, was desperate. Wu Su's silver dragon spear technique even collapsed in an instant.

"Hahahaha, I will still win in the end, the blood corpse, kill all of them for me."

The laughter and orders he received finally turned into a howl.

The masked man in black was suddenly hugged by the blood corpse puppet behind him. As the blood corpse melted, the terrifying corpse poison and blood also eroded the protective breath and body of the masked man in black.

"Why? Why is this happening? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Although he knew that his opponent was asking him, Zhang Lie did not answer his interest. With his hand tip, the black sword's shocking light flashed over in an instant, flashing by, and in an instant, he grabbed the storage bag on the waist of the masked black man.

If you completely ignore it, no matter how strong the storage Qiankun bag is, it may not be able to withstand the filth of the blood corpse of the cursed demon blood corpse.

"...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Amid the fierce screams, a generation of demon cultivators with excellent cultivation methods died, and their bodies remained untold.
Chapter completed!