"Watch your mind!"
A loud shout mixed with the shock of the soul came from the mouth of the old man in the late stage of concentration. Li Xishuang, Fan Heng and others were immediately shaken, and their minds that were about to be lost also had a moment of clarity.
Their backs were instantly wet with cold sweat, and everyone was still frightened. They quickly bit the tip of their tongues, and at the same time, their spiritual power was running wildly to resist the inexplicable fear that eroded their minds.
"Use all your strength to kill the witch."
The old man shouted loudly, and his spiritual power poured into the sword in his hand crazily. Within a moment, the surrounding area was filled with sword light.
"kill!"
With a loud shout, a sword light rose up in the sky, carrying sword energy all over the sky, and struck towards Lan Youmeng.
With a contemptuous smile, Lan Youmengsu waved her hand, and whip shadows swept out of the sky.
boom!
With a loud noise, the sword light collapsed and the sword energy dissipated. However, the force of the long whip continued unabated, and it went straight towards the old man in the late stage of concentration.
He wanted to dodge, but his movements were slow. He couldn't see it and slashed wildly with the long sword in his hand.
Boom boom boom, there were several explosions, and then, the old man's pupils shrank.
A ray of red light struck, and a scream sounded out. The three people around them immediately looked at it, and were immediately frightened to death.
The old man's right arm was shattered, his expression was twisted in pain, and a faint shadow appeared from outside his body, which looked exactly like the old man. Hao Ran was the soul of the old man. What frightened the three of them even more was that the old man's soul was also missing his entire right arm and was still radiating soul power outwards.
It hurts the soul!
Seeing this situation, the other three people were so frightened that they no longer had the will to fight. They tried their best to escape frantically.
At the same time, there was another muffled sound.
The old man's flesh and blood flew everywhere, half of his body shattered, and he fell from the air.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw three people scared to death.
Seeing the whip shadow coming, Li Xishuang's pupils shrank sharply, and with a plop, he knelt directly on the flying sword facing Lan Youmeng.
"Rare..."
Snapped!
Before he finished speaking, the shadow of the whip flashed by. The delicate body is like a kite with its string broken, and a handful of blood mist is scattered in the air.
"Xishuang!"
The man in the middle stage of concentration shouted violently, and in the next moment, a ray of red light went straight towards him.
His eyes were red, and he slashed with the sword in his hand.
However, it is just in vain. With a muffled sound, half of the body of the man in the middle stage of concentration collapsed, and he fell from the air.
"My lord, have mercy on me, my lord, have mercy on me!"
His head banged, Fan Heng was extremely frightened and kept begging Lan Youmeng.
Seeing the whip approaching, just when Fan Heng was desperate, the whip suddenly stopped.
His body suddenly collapsed on the flying sword, but before he could relax, the long whip tied him tightly.
The shrill screams resounded for more than ten miles around. Fan Heng's blood boiled, and thick blood mist burst out of his body. After a few breaths, he was no longer human. The body was shrunken, like a mummy that had been dead for many years, and the body no longer had any blood or vitality.
At the same time, dozens of miles away.
Zhou Zhihuang ran away frantically. From the looks of it, he no longer had any fighting spirit. Bing Chen and Ling Xuan were chasing after him, and from time to time, several ice and blood-colored wind blades would bombard Zhou Zhihuang.
"A lost dog, do you think you can run away?"
The flute sounded, and with a few swish-swish sounds breaking through the air, the hair on Zhou Zhihuang's back stood up, and he immediately turned around and struck out with his sword.
The ice shattered, and Zhou Zhihuang staggered. Although he was not injured, it still left him in a miserable state.
He felt aggrieved and resentful in his heart. He was a great master of concentration, but he had no choice but to be chased and killed by two monks who could not even reach the ninth level. It was a great shame and humiliation!
Just as he was lost in thought, several red lights approached instantly.
In a hurry, the sword light swept across, there were several bangs and collisions, and half of the bloody swords were cut off by one of his swords. However, the next moment, Zhou Zhihuang still screamed.
He covered his waist with his hands and looked down, Zhou Zhihuang looked horrified.
A two-inch wound should have been bleeding profusely, but at this time not a trace of blood seeped out. The area around the wound was pale, as if he had been dead for a long time and had no vitality. What made Zhou Zhihuang even more uneasy was that he felt that a lot of his vitality had gone away.
"What a magic weapon, the bad guys are alive!"
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and Zhou Zhihuang did not dare to neglect him at all. Originally, in his heart, he did not take Bing Chen and Ling Xuan seriously at all. For a person who has cultivated to the seventh level of Naling in less than a year, even if there is a great opportunity, even if the level of cultivation is forcibly raised, there is no accumulation of strength. To put it bluntly, he is just an empty frame. Not to mention Ling Xuan, her master is like that. He can teach any good disciples, and the exercises he practices are only at the spiritual level.
In Zhou Zhihuang's plan, several of his subordinates blocked the woman in red, and he lured the two people far away, and then slowly killed them.
There was just one thing that Zhou Zhihuang didn't know about due to the seclusion and impact on the Concentration Realm, and that was the situation where Bing Chen was killing everyone in the arena of Jianling Academy. If he had known that Yan Lingjiao, whom he had tried his best to defeat, was beaten until she burst into tears by Bing Chen, he would not have dared to look down upon this small character that he had never set his sights on.
Although he was furious in his heart, Zhou Zhihuang did not lose the caution he should have and continued to be patient. It looks like he is running away wildly, but in fact he is brewing a thunderous revenge.
He didn't stop until he escaped a hundred miles away and thought he was beyond the range of the red-clothed woman's consciousness. Turning around, his face was twisted with anger, and the murderous intent in his eyes had been accumulated to the extreme. The long sword in his hand was clanging, and the spiritual energy in his body was running wildly. The spiritual energy in the radius of a hundred feet beside him was chaotic, causing the wind and clouds in the sky to change.
"Beast, won't you run away?"
A few miles away, Bingchen sneered.
"You little beast, it's great to chase me. How about it? I'm satisfied with the cemetery I chose for you." Zhou Zhihuang said in a cold voice.
Hearing this, Bing Chen deliberately looked around, then shook his head and said: "No, it is a waste to use such a huge river and mountain to bury a filthy beast like you."
Zhou Zhihuang laughed in anger, his smile was cold and twisted.
"If you talk like a bitch when you are about to die, you will always be a beast. In order to prevent you from dying happily, I will kill this bitch in front of you later, and then cut off your flesh with a knife, and then I will be free." The anger in my heart." Zhou Zhihuang said with a distorted expression.
Ling Xuan's face became angry, her eyes flashed with murderous intent, and she immediately slashed out with her sword. Then she made a seal in her hand and shouted softly: "Blood refines the world!"
The bloody light swept across the sky quickly, and the coldness spread.
Shocked in his heart, Zhou Zhihuang retreated subconsciously. He was well aware of the power of this magical power. The woman in red used it just now, leaving the five of them helpless for a moment.
However, how could he achieve his wish? After taking a few steps back, ice crystals all over the sky bombarded him. He responded in a hurry, but before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, dozens of ice crystals were already approaching.
With a stern look on his face, Zhou Zhihuang shouted loudly: "Sword Qi Thousand Blades!"
A sword was slashed out, carrying sword energy all over the sky, and bombarded towards Bing Ling.
Boom boom boom!
There was an explosion, and all the ice shattered, turning into powder all over the sky. The remaining sword energy continued unabated and strangled Bing Chen and Ling Xuan with a fierce force.
With a chill in his heart, Bing Chen felt the threat of death.
Spiritual energy crazily poured into the ice jade flute, and an astonishing sound of the soul flute suddenly sounded, and a shadow of an ice phoenix suddenly appeared in front of him.
There was a faint cry of phoenix, and the ice phoenix rose into the sky, carrying ice crystals all over the sky, and flew towards the sword energy.
"not good!"
Suddenly, Bing Chen's mind tightened, and an almost invisible residual sword energy broke through the ice phoenix and went straight towards Ling Xuan.
Without thinking too much, Bing Chen stepped forward and in the next moment, he was standing in front of Ling Xuan.
puff!
The sword energy hit his body, and the ice dust flew out. While in mid-air, a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"elder brother!"
Ling Xuan was shocked and immediately opened her arms and hugged Bing Chen.
On a wound from the left shoulder to the right abdomen, the sharp sword energy continued to wreak havoc. Blood gradually seeped out, and Bingchen's chest clothes became wet in a moment.
"elder brother!"
Ling Xuan was anxious and her eyes were filled with distress.
Bing Chen grinned, but the severe pain in his chest made him take a breath.
"Don't worry, you won't die."
He gently broke away from Ling Xuan's arms, and with a thought, the wound was quickly frozen.
"Fortunately, I am practicing my physical training, otherwise I would be scared to death if not hacked to death." Bing Chen said with lingering fear.
Ling Xuan let out a long sigh of relief, feeling extremely relieved, with a hint of relief on her face.
Looking at Zhou Zhihuang, he had finished using the Blood Refining Heaven and Earth. Even if he ran away like crazy, it would be like being trapped in a quagmire. There were eight blood swords around him that were constantly attacking him. During this time, he could not escape from the blood light.
"Brother, I'll trap him and you use that trick."
After Ling Xuan finished speaking, she rushed out. Before she could get close to Zhou Zhihuang, she shouted: "Feng Yunwu!"
Not daring to be careless, Bingchen immediately made a gesture. Spiritual power poured out from the whole body, and for a moment, the temperature dropped sharply in an area of thousands of feet, a cold wind blew, and countless ice crystals quickly condensed and gathered towards the top of Bingchen's head.
After more than ten breaths, an ice phoenix with a body several feet long, exuding a cold and cold light, condensed above its head.
Invisible oppression swept across. A few miles away, Zhou Zhihuang, who had just resisted Feng Yuewu's bloody wind blade and had not had time to breathe, suddenly felt uneasy. And what made him feel even more ridiculous was that he actually had a feeling of impending disaster.
Forcibly suppressing the inexplicable fear, Zhou Zhihuang looked at the ice phoenix in the distance, a look of madness appeared on Zhou Zhihuang's face.
The long sword in his hand was thrown out, turning into cold light and hitting Ling Xuan directly. Immediately, he made a seal with both hands, and all his spiritual energy poured out. Within a moment, countless sword intentions appeared on his side, wreaking havoc in all directions, and then turned into hundreds of dense sword shadows.
"Not enough, not enough!"
"what happened!"
Zhou Zhihuang suddenly felt anxious because he discovered that his most powerful magical power could not exert its full power at this time! No matter how he squeezes his potential, he can only reach the eighth level of strength at most.
"Xuan'er is back!"
It was at this time that Bing Chen shouted loudly, and Ling Xuan immediately harnessed the power of the wind blade and flew towards Bing Chen without any hesitation.
"Feng Dancing in the Ice Dome!"
A loud shout resounded in all directions, and several feet of ice phoenixes rose into the sky, drawing a cold arc in the bloody purgatory. Wherever it passed, the air condensed and turned into snowflakes all over the sky. Countless ice crystals condensed behind it.
Zhou Zhihuang's pupils shrank sharply, and without any further hesitation, he shouted loudly: "Geng Jin Ten Thousand Swords!"
The sword shadows all over the sky, with unparalleled power, bombarded towards the ice phoenix.
Boom boom boom!
The sky shook, and the impact was violent.
Countless ice crystals shot out all over the sky, and the sharp sword intent swept wildly. Wherever it passes, everything in the sky and on the earth will be destroyed.
Seeing this, Bing Chen grabbed Ling Xuan, protected her in front of him, and ran away desperately. But despite this, he was still hit by the impact, and even with a scream, blood spurted out.
Zhou Zhihuang, who was in purgatory and moved slowly, could only watch himself being swallowed up by the violent impact even though he tried his best.
With a shrill scream, Bing Chen and Ling Xuan glanced hastily and saw pieces of flesh flying all over the sky. In a moment, they were twisted into a ball of blood mist and melted into purgatory.
