The five silver claws, one foot long, emitted five sharp waves of power, and were about to tear Zhang Ruochen's body into pieces.

There was a "bang".

Zhang Ruochen was still sitting cross-legged, but Feng Han flew backwards, even the five silver claws were broken, and his palms were even more bloody.

At some point, a burly man appeared in front of Zhang Ruochen, wearing black armor, standing on the ground with a strong murderous aura emitting from his body.

It was his move that broke Feng Han's five claws and flew out.

Feng Han flew backwards dozens of feet away, a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth, and glanced at the man standing in front of Zhang Ruochen, his face turned pale, "Senior Brother..."

The heroic man wearing black armor is the eldest disciple of Xuanji Sword Saint, the Qingxiao Saint.

Huang Yanchen told the truth about the Saint Qingxiao, and the Saint Qingxiao rushed to chase after Zhang Ruochen according to the traces left by him. Fortunately, he arrived in time, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

The eyes of the Saint Qingxiao were like two lightning bolts, staring at the four-winged silver wings on Feng Han's back, and suddenly aroused anger and said, "Seventh Junior Sister tells me that Master's death has a great relationship with you. I didn't want to believe it. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, how could I know that you are an immortal blood clan. A bastard, what about Master's body?"

Feng Han kept retreating and said with a smile: "If you want to know where the master's body is, you can ask Junior Brother Six, he should know."

A look of confusion appeared in the eyes of the Saint Qingxiao, and the light from his eyes glanced at Zhang Ruochen not far away.

That's when.

Feng Han seized the opportunity, spread the four-winged silver wings on his back, turned into a silver shuttle of light, and rushed out of the sky.

"I still want to escape."

The Saint Qingxiao did not take action, but with a thought, he immediately took the time to gather the spiritual energy within a radius of 500 miles, and gathered together. In the sky, a large handprint of more than 100 meters long was condensed.

"Bang!"

The big handprint suddenly slapped Feng Han's body, directly slapped Feng Han from mid-air and penetrated into the ground.

Feng Han collided with the ground, all his skin burst, and a low scream came from his mouth.

The Saint Qingxiao rushed over and lifted Feng Han from the ground. With a slap, he slapped him on the face, smashing his left cheekbones to pieces, and said angrily: "Who are you? Did you kill Master?"

Feng Han supported the ground with his hands, bleeding from his mouth, and laughed with a disheveled laughter: "So what to do when you are angry? People are going to die, but it's just the difference between dying early and dying late."

"The reason why you are not dead is because I still miss the friendship between my brothers and brothers in the past and have a little fantasy about you. If the second brother is here, I'm afraid he would have torn you apart long ago." Saint Qingxiao said.

Feng Han seemed very calm, laughed and said, "That's right, Xuan Ji Sword Saint was indeed killed by me, haha, with my realm, I can kill a sword Saint. With such a great achievement, even if I die here today, I will be a hero of the Immortal Blood Clan...Puff..."

The Saint Qingxiao slapped him out again, and his strength became heavier. He directly beat Feng Han to fly out, like a dead dog, falling dozens of feet away.

Feng Han's face had become bloody and bloody, and his neck was extremely twisted, almost turning behind him.

Zhang Ruochen's injuries had recovered halfway. He slowly stood up and released his mental power. He soon found the location where the Tootian Sword was left behind.

His palm stretched out, and the huge sword intent surged out from his fingertips.

"Wow!"

Pulled by the sword intent, the surging sword dragged out a white sword light, flew over from the night sky, and fell into Zhang Ruochen's hands.

Zhang Ruochen walked to the side of the Saint Qingxiao with a thunderous sword, stared at Feng Han lying on the ground, and said, "This person is the sixth prince of the Immortal Blood Clan. When he was very young, he was lurking beside his master. Before the decisive battle with the Jiuyou Sword Saint, the master drank the blood poison of the Dark he sent, so he died under the sword of the Jiuyou Sword Saint."

"This traitor who deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors."

In the heart of the Saint Qingxiao, the last illusion of Feng Han was also shattered. His hands kept trembling, and he walked towards Feng Han, preparing to clean up the portal.

Suddenly, a huge stream of blood emerged from the ground.

On the ground, scarlet blood patterns appeared, like bloodlines growing from the earth, surging wildly, completely wrapping Feng Han's body.

The blood-colored lines completely covered the earth within a radius of hundreds of miles, and you could even hear deafening sounds from the ground, as if the earth had grown a heart and was beating "bang bang".

"Is it the saint of the Immortal Blood Clan coming?" Zhang Ruochen had an ominous premonition.

The eyes of the Saint Qingxiao sank slightly, and he stopped and did not rush up to kill Feng Han. Therefore, he clearly felt that a saint of the Immortal Blood Clan was hiding underground.

"Boom."

On the ground, thousands of blood patterns piled up together, condensed a huge fist mark and bombarded the Qingxiao Saint.

The Qingxiao Saint slapped forward with his arms, and immediately shattered the blood-red fist marks, turning into pieces of gravel and falling to the ground.

"Who?" The Saint of Qingxiao shouted coldly.

"Immortal Blood Clan, Earth Blood Saint."

A hoarse laughter sounded deep in the ground.

The sound seemed extremely strange, giving people a feeling of sinisterness, like a magic sound coming from hell.

The eyes of the Saint Qingxiao cold, and a holy energy was emitted, which first swept Zhang Ruochen into the air. Then, he also soared, mobilized the holy energy in his body, gathered towards his feet, and stepped on it suddenly.

"Boom!"

With the soles of the Qingxiao Saint as the center, an unparalleled power spread out in all directions.

The blood-colored lines broke inch by inch, bursting and opening up, turning into blood, turning the soil within a radius of hundreds of miles into blood.

A dull sound came deep in the ground.

The next moment, the Earth Blood Saint hugged Feng Han and rushed up from the ground, stopping in the air a hundred feet high above the ground. On the Earth Blood Saint's back, there was a pair of huge blood wings, hanging in the air like two blood clouds, swelling gently.

Every time I swung, a strong storm blew out.

On the ground, because of the foot of the Qingxiao Saint, no grass grows in a radius of a hundred miles, and the jungles, hills, and rivers on the earth are all divided into pieces, which makes it particularly shocking.

Only saints have such powerful power. With just one kick, they can break the mountains and rivers.

"It is worthy of being a character who can compete with the five people in "Heroic Fu". The strength of the Saint Qingxiao is somewhat beyond the expectations of this Saint."

The voice of the Earth Blood Saint is very hoarse, but it contains extremely strong holy power. Whenever you spit out every word, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth will vibrate violently.

The Qingxiao Saint has been fighting on the battlefields of the Ruins all year round, so naturally he cultivated a strong murderous aura and said, "Are you saving people or coming to die?"

"Just tonight, the entire Eastern Region will overturn. No matter how strong your cultivation is, you will not be able to be strong." The Earth Blood Saint said.

The Saint of Qingxiao said, "I don't understand, what are you talking about?"

"Haha! Soon, you'll understand."

The Earth Blood Saint was wearing a black robe and stood in the air, stepping on a blood-red cloud of air under his feet. The strong blood energy reflected most of the sky into red.

The picture in front of you is extremely strange, as if you are back in the age of gods and demons in ancient times. The god of war and the demon king are confronting each other, and a battle that will destroy the world will break out at any time.

Zhang Ruochen noticed it, raised his head and looked towards the higher sky, and saw that the moon hanging in the sky actually turned into a scarlet color.

There is a figure standing in the center of the moon, with wings.

However, the man flew too high and was too far away from the ground, so when he looked up from Zhang Ruochen's position, he could only see a small black dot the size of a sesame.

The Saint Qingxiao obviously noticed the figure in the moon, glanced upwards, and snorted coldly: "How many powerful people in the Immortal Vampire Clan are there? If you want to fight, you will be overturned, and if you want to kill, you will be happy."

"Immortal Blood Clan, Heavenly Blood Saint."

A misty sound came from the moon.

Zhang Ruochen looked in the direction of the moon again, but he found that the figure in the moon had disappeared.

The next moment, the Heavenly Blood Saint had appeared above the head of the Qingxiao Saint. After the pair of blood wings spread out, they were more than a hundred meters long and covered with palm-sized scales.

"Leiyin Tianzhong."

A thick piece of blood appeared in the hands of the Heavenly Blood Saint. A three-inch-high purple clock was suspended in the blood. It had electric patterns passing through the purple clock.

"Leiyin Tianzhong is the treasure of the Leiyin Sect, which is under the control of the Leiyin Saint, so how could it fall into your hands?" The Qingxiao Saint said in a deep voice.

The Heavenly Blood Saint Chief laughed: "The Leiyin Sect has been wiped out by this holy, and the sacred blood of the Leiyin Saint has been sucked dry by this holy saint. The Leiyin Tianzhong in the "Thousand Patterns Holy Artifacts" will naturally fall into the hands of this holy."

The Heavenly Blood Saint stopped talking and began to activate the Leiyin Tianzhong with all his strength.

The purple bell quickly rotated and became increasingly huge, one zhang high, ten zhang high... In the end, it turned into seventy-two zhang high. The huge bell body blocked half of the sky. The breath radiated from the bell body made people feel suffocated.

As long as the Thunder Spirit Sky Bell rotates, a deafening thunder sound will sound, causing the whole world to tremble. The powerful sound wave condenses into a fist seal and attacks the Qingxiao Saint below.

At the same time, there were dense lightnings gathering together, pouring down like a waterfall, falling above the head of the Qingxiao Semi-Saint.

The Qingxiao Saint was calm and composed, like a war god standing tall and upright. He formed a seal with his palms and shouted: "Pankong Seal."

With his palms, he hit the sky, and suddenly a circle of green energy ripples rushed out quickly.

In the center of the energy ripples, two huge palms appeared, shaking Lei Yin Tianzhong and Tianxue Saint out at the same time. Tianxue Saint suffered a certain degree of trauma and vomited a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

"Although the power of Leiyin Tianzhong is powerful, your strength is too weak and vulnerable."
Chapter completed!