Chapter 5296 Hard Fight

"Your master? The old devil Red Blood has committed many evil deeds, he deserves to be put to death!"

"Since you dare to invade Tianjian Mountain today, you will suffer the same fate as your master!"

Jian Chen snorted coldly, and lightning snakes moved on the lightning sword in his hand. With a movement of his hand, a ray of lightning struck the Blood-Clothed Ancestor.

Seeing the lightning snake attacking him, the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor's pupils shrank.

Suddenly, blood surged around his body, quickly forming a thick barrier in front of him.

The lightning continued to come with greater force, and the moment it touched the blood barrier, a crackling sound was heard.

The blood-colored barrier formed in front of the Blood-Clothed Ancestor was trying hard to erode the lightning.

However, the Sky Thunder Sword that Jian Chen practiced has a powerful killing power against evil things.

At this time, the blood barrier had not yet been corroded much before it was broken by the thunder sword in his hand.

With a loud bang, the blood barrier exploded on the spot, turning into blood-colored fragments all over the sky.

The lightning pierced towards the Blood-Clothed Ancestor's forehead, and in the blink of an eye it pierced through the Blood-Clothed Ancestor's head which was covered in blood.

"Humph, you evil heretic, go to hell!"

A cold look flashed in Jian Chen's eyes, and he raised his magic power. Suddenly, a more dazzling lightning light flashed on the thunder sword.

"Jianchen, you!"

The Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor shouted loudly, but before he could finish his words, the blood on his head began to expand irregularly.

Finally, with a loud bang, the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor’s head was directly blown apart by lightning.

The dirty blood all over the sky fell like raindrops, and some blood even dripped onto the gate of Tianjian Mountain, causing a sizzling corrosion sound.

The Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor's body fell backwards stiffly and hit the ground heavily.

The group of Blood Robe Sect disciples behind him were all horrified upon seeing this, and looked up at Jian Chen in disbelief.

"Ancestor!"

"You, you dare to kill the ancestor!"

A group of Blood Robe Sect disciples shouted angrily and yelled at Jian Chen.

However, none of them dared to take a step forward, but instead kept retreating.

Jian Chen sneered upon seeing this, then narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor lying on the ground.

"Old Ancestor Xue Yi, why do you have to pretend like this? Do you think I don't know that you have already practiced the Dirty Blood Divine Art to perfection?"

"When I killed your master, he also tried to fake his death to deceive me, just like you did."

"But what he doesn't know is that I, Tianjianshan, am the nemesis of your Xueyi Sect!"

Jian Chen said this in a cold voice, pointing the lightning sword in his hand directly at the blood-clothed old man lying lifeless on the ground.

After he finished speaking, the scene was silent for a while, and then a sinister laugh suddenly rang out.

"Hehehe, Jianchen, you are worthy of being the head of Tianjian Mountain."

"You killed my master at such a young age. It seems that this fake death method really can't fool you."

"I wanted to see if you would underestimate the enemy, but now that you've seen through me, go to hell!"

The moment the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor Yin Jie's voice fell, the body that was originally lying on the ground stood up straight.

At the same time, the blood-clothed old man made hand gestures, and countless blood-red spikes pierced out from the ground and pierced Jian Chen's hands and feet.

Immediately, Jian Chen was fixed in place and could not break free from the control of the blood-colored spikes in a short period of time.

"Old Bloody Group, you are so despicable and shameless!"

Jian Chen looked at the spikes that pierced his hands and feet in astonishment.

There was no pain in the pierced area, and it was obvious that this was an evil spell specifically used to restrict movement.

"Jianchen, you've finally fallen into my hands!"

The Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor walked towards him with a grim smile, and his originally broken head was now re-solidified after a large amount of dirty blood was recovered.

"You said that my Dirty Blood Divine Art has been cultivated to perfection? Hahaha, how ridiculous!"

"There is no upper limit to the Dirty Blood Divine Art. What you think is the upper limit is only the limit that my master can reach in his entire life!"

"But I am different from a loser like him. I have already surpassed the realms of all the predecessors of the Blood Robe Sect and achieved an achievement that has never been achieved before or since!"

The Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor opened his hands and let out strange laughs.

"The Blood Robe Sect's previous practice of the Dirty Blood Divine Art, even if it was practiced to the end, could only condense a blood core to replace the fatal point on the body."

"This is not immortality at all. As long as the blood core is destroyed, the person will be close to death."

"But now the Dirty Blood Magic I have perfected is truly immortal. No one in the world can truly kill me."

"The blood core has been integrated into every part of my body. Even if you smash my head or pierce my heart, you can't really kill me!"

The Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor grinned grimly, and at the same time, the blood light covering his body disappeared.

What appeared was a human figure formed by blood, without even any skin on its body, and various organs such as eyes, nose, and mouth had disappeared.

Just as the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor said, he has turned himself into a pool of dirty blood and there is no weakness in his body at all.

"Do you think I killed you to avenge that old loser of my master?"

"Hahaha, you still underestimate me."

"The reason I want to kill you is because you are such an eyesore!"

Three blood pits slowly appeared on the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor's head, like the eyes and mouth of a human face.

As the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor spoke, the blood pit at his mouth moved up and down.

Jian Chen looked at the blood-clothed ancestor who did not look like a human. There was no fear on his face. Instead, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Why, it seems that when I killed your master, I left a very deep impression on you."

"Now that I see you become like this, I can't help but feel a little guilty."

"Maybe if I hadn't killed your master, you wouldn't have turned yourself into this half-human, half-ghost appearance."

After Jian Chen finished speaking, he burst into laughter. It was obvious that he was very disdainful of the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor's behavior of turning himself into dirty blood.

"You are still stubborn even when death is imminent. Go to hell!"

The Blood-Clothed Ancestor was also angered by Jian Chen's words. Two blood pillars suddenly shot out from the blood pits in his eyes, trying to wrap up Jian Chen.

He wanted to use the most cruel and painful means to melt Jian Chen into dirty blood and become one with himself.

Only by doing so can he offset the hatred in his heart.

"stop!"

Jian Xin, who was not far away, had just killed an evil traitor, and when he turned around, he saw that his senior brother had been tied up by the Blood-Clothed Ancestor.

Seeing that his senior brother was about to be in danger, Jianxin could not care about the disciples behind him for a moment.

The magic power was madly infused into the magic sword in his hand, and a sword light was instantly cut out, attacking the Blood-Clothed Ancestor.

"Humph, how can you interfere with the ancestor's work?"

Before the sword light got close, a cold snort came from the void.

Immediately, a ray of blood light appeared in the air and instantly condensed into a human shape, blocking the Blood-Clothed Ancestor.