Chapter 520 Thunderous Means

The concealment methods of the Blood Fiend trio were not very shrewd. Many monks with comparable strength could detect the trio's intention to intercept Zhou Yiqiao.

Therefore, although the only monks that can be seen above this sea area are Zhou Yiqiao and the Xuesha trio.

But secretly, no one knew how many people were watching them.

At this moment, in Zhou Yiqiao's perception alone, nearly ten monks were watching this place.

These people are monks who harbor desires but are afraid of the power of the Bone Elder.

As long as Zhou Yiqiao's current strength is not enough to deter these Xiaoxiao, they will join in the interception like hungry hunting dogs.

"Boy, you are running away, why don't you run away?!"

Seeing Zhou Yiqiao stop, a middle-aged man with a thin body and slightly raised eyebrows jumped out first, staring at him with a cold face and said.

He has a good level of cultivation and is a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul. He is also the one with the strongest aura among the trio of Blood Fiends.

Zhou Yiqiao frowned coldly and remained silent, the light flashing in his mind as he thought about countermeasures.

Although he was confident of facing the siege of the three Nascent Soul cultivators in front of him, his current goal was not just that.

He wanted to win cleanly and not give those people the slightest chance to interfere.

"Haha, why, don't you dare?"

When Zhou Yiqiao didn't answer, the middle-aged monk sneered, and at the same time waved his hands to signal the other two to take up their positions, and surrounded Zhou Yiqiao with their horns.

The three of them worked together extremely skillfully and were obviously often used against the enemy.

Seeing that Zhou Yiqiao remained unmoved, the middle-aged monk took the lead in issuing the order to attack.

In an instant, three cold auras came over forcefully, the silent sea was turbulent, and violent waves surged up.

Zhou Yiqiao let out a long breath, his eyes suddenly condensed, and a flash of scarlet disappeared in his dark pupils.

He took a deep breath, and the power of his soul moved quickly. The corrosive magical power after advancing to the Nascent Soul instantly fell on the heads of the three of them.

The offensive of the Blood Fiend trio obviously stagnated, and their power also slowed down slightly.

Zhou Yiqiao seized this opportunity and stretched out his slender fingers to draw in the air.

The next moment, a dark crack appeared out of thin air between him and the three of them.

Then, without hesitation, he reached into the crack and pulled out a long banner with red lines on a black background and boundless death energy!

As soon as the long banner was pulled out of the crack by Zhou Yiqiao, countless ghosts of wronged souls struggled out of the long banner.

For a time, black clouds rolled in and ghosts cried and wolves howled.

Those shrill wails turned into ripples visible to the naked eye, rippled out, and directly impacted the Blood Fiend trio.

The monks of the Blood Fiend trio only felt that the spiritual power in their bodies seemed to be greatly suppressed, and it became difficult to operate.

Especially the leading monk, his complexion instantly turned pale.

The middle-aged monk cursed angrily and immediately used his magic weapon to resist.

The other two monks also reacted and quickly activated their spiritual weapons to protect their bodies.

However, the struggle between the two sides is all about working together. The Blood Demon trio was blocked by Zhou Yiqiao several times, and their momentum was no longer as strong as it was at the beginning.

On the contrary, Zhou Yiqiao became more and more fierce as he grew older, and became more courageous as he fought!

He kneaded the secrets in his hands and kept chanting obscure spells in his mouth. Countless evil souls struggled out of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and the breath of death covered the entire sea area.

Although Zhou Yiqiao had not yet had time to use the swallowing function in the Ten Thousand Soul Banner to increase the strength of the evil spirits, the vast number was enough to put the Blood Evil trio into a tough battle.

Under such circumstances, how could they bother to launch a sneak attack? !

For a moment, the three of them could only stop their attacks and stand still and use various secret techniques to expel the invading evil spirits.

But as long as Zhou Yiqiao's soul does not dry up, the evil spirits born from his soul will be endless!

Currently, the three of them have tried their best, but the dark wave of evil spirits is getting closer and closer to them.

Seeing the three people struggling to cope, Zhou Yiqiao pulled out a cruel smile, and then instantly disappeared from their sight.

"No, leave quickly!"

Seeing Zhou Yiqiao suddenly disappear, the leading middle-aged monk's heart skipped a beat and he shouted loudly.

But at this time, the evil spirits had already clung to the three of them like maggots attached to their bones. How could they have a chance to escape? !

Zhou Yiqiao, who had used the Night Walk of Hundred Ghosts, appeared next to the weakest monk.

"puff!"

Blood splattered everywhere, and the man didn't even have time to make any sound before he saw Zhou Yiqiao's slender palm come out of his chest alive.

Kill with one palm!

Seeing Zhou Yiqiao being so ruthless and decisive, the other two were both horrified!

"Second brother, use the secret technique, otherwise we will all fall here today!"

The middle-aged man's face was full of gloom.

The two of them have been dancing on the tip of a knife all year round. Naturally, it can be seen from Zhou Yiqiao's decisive methods that they will definitely not be able to leave easily today without resorting to some desperate measures.

After saying that, regardless of the tearing of countless evil spirits, the two of them each took out a blood-red elixir the size of a dragon's eye from their storage bags and drank it, then roared to the sky like crazy demons.

"Kill, kill, kill! Kill!"

Their aura quickly climbed to the top in just one breath, and two extremely fierce flames emerged from their heads, like substantial flames, burning and distorting the nearby air.

Around them, those ferocious evil spirits exploded one after another, burning into wisps of blue smoke and floating in the sky.

Zhou Yiqiao was not surprised that the Blood Fiend trio had a backup plan.

He suddenly slapped the storage bag on his waist, and the cold dagger flew out, instantly cooling down the terrifying arrogance on the two of them.

Zhou Yiqiao used Han Soul as his sword, touched it with his fingertips, and whispered in his mouth.

"Cloud Nine."

In an instant, the misty sword intent cut through the sky, finally bringing a ray of light to this dark sea.

After advancing to Nascent Soul, Zhou Yiqiao became more and more proficient in controlling the Jiuxiaoyun Sword Intent.

The vague sword intent lingered on the cold soul, and circles of ripples spread across the sea, blocking out all the noise.

His figure disappeared from the place again, and when he reappeared, he had quietly arrived beside one of them.

The monstrous sword intent fell like the Milky Way, hitting the back of the Blood Demon Sect monk with the force of thunder.

There was a muffled groan, and the monk immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, flipped upside down and fell into the sea water.

Zhou Yiqiao's eyes were cold, and he succeeded in one move without stopping. He once again bullied himself in front of the last middle-aged monk. A cold light suddenly appeared, and murderous intent rushed towards him.

The frantic middle-aged monk felt that the crisis was approaching and was about to form a seal, but was cut in half by a sword light that covered the sky and the sun in an instant!