Chapter 1238: Blood brake
In the distance, within the melee range.
Fang Muxue ran rampant all the way, wherever he passed, blood mist drifted.
The warriors of the Qin family and the Beiyinzong have no enemies under her sword.
However, looking more seriously, Fang Muxue's face was obviously shocked.
Holding a sword in her hand to kill the enemy, it would be better to say that the sword in her hand adsorbed her palm and made her unable to control herself.
"Smelly girl, you are looking for death."
At this moment, a deacon of the Qin family yelled and shot out instantly.
The deacon of the Qin family, but his cultivation at the peak of the Saint King Realm, with one palm out, his power was amazing.
However, sneer...
When he attacked Fang Muxue's house, a cold white blood glow stopped him at the waist, and blood spattered.
"Ah." Fang Muxue exclaimed, already pale.
At this time, another figure swiftly moved towards Fang Muxue.
"What a weird sword." The figure showed shocked expression, "but the sword is strong, but you are too weak."
The shot was the deacon of the Northern Yinzong, whose cultivation level had definitely reached the Holy Emperor Realm.
Fang Muxue quickly reaped the lives of the warriors of the Qin Family and the Northern Yinzong with her sword.
How can the strong of the Northern Yin Sect let it go.
The figure quickly struck, Fang Muxue couldn't even control the sword in her hand to resist, but the sword in her hand automatically parried.
Cang...
The sword in Fang Muxue's hand was actually shaken by a palm this time.
Indeed, although the sword is strong, Fang Muxue's cultivation base is too low, how can he be an opponent of a Saint Emperor Realm powerhouse.
At this moment, a figure flickered.
It was worthy of a sword to block Fang Muxue when this Northern Yinzong warrior hit Fang Muxue with a fierce palm.
Cang...
There was another sharp sword sound, but this time it was not the sword that was shaken away, but the deacon of the North Yinzong was wounded by a sword.
"Young Master Xiao Yi." Fang Muxue's expression was delighted when she saw the person coming.
Xiao Yi smiled, "Do you take the sword, or do you take the sword?"
Fang Muxue smiled awkwardly when she heard the words, her face flushed.
I don't know when, Xiao Yi has retrieved Leng Yanjian from Fang Muxue's hand.
The Leng Yan sword, which had originally exuded blood and harvested life like crazy, was extremely quiet in Xiao Yi's hands.
Xiao Yi glanced at Leng Yanjian, the blood on the sword was already rich and powerful.
It is not difficult to imagine how many people killed by Leng Yanjian in Fang Muxue's hands just now. ‘
No wonder Fang Muxue was so scared that Huarong was pale.
"Ah, Young Master Xiao Yi, be careful." Fang Muxue reacted and exclaimed, knowing that there is still a Northern Yinzong powerhouse in the Holy Emperor realm in front of her.
"Heh." Xiao Yi smiled faintly and ignored it.
Fang Muxue looked more realistically, the Northern Yinzong powerhouse in front of him had a fierce sword mark on his chest at this time.
In the sword mark, blood gurgled.
And this Northern Yinzong powerhouse also has no gods in his eyes and no life in his body.
"Dead?" Fang Muxue was startled, "So strong, is this Young Master Xiao Yi's true strength?"
Xiao Yi, holding the Leng Yan sword, killed a holy emperor realm with a single sword, but it was extremely easy.
"Withdraw from the range of combat." Xiao Yi said, "This melee should also end."
"Huh?" Fang Muxue's face was surprised.
Xiao Yi did not answer, but looked at the battle around him.
The real fierce battle lies in the three Patriarchs and the Northern Yinzong elder.
Patriarch Fang and Patriarch Gu are against the Patriarch Qin and the elders of Beiyinzong.
The cultivation bases of the four are at the same level.
However, the elders of the Northern Yinzong obviously have stronger means.
Therefore, Patriarch Fang and Patriarch Gu were completely at a disadvantage.
The other side and the Gu family's warriors are also the same. Originally, the number of the two warriors was much more than that of the Qin family.
However, the joining of Beiyinzong warriors instantly made the two warriors almost helpless.
However, what really determined the direction of the battle was the battle between the three Patriarchs and the elders of the Northern Yinzong.
"Huh." Xiao Yi exhaled lightly, and the injuries in his body had healed.
The woman's methods just now were really amazing.
Just pulling him a bit, he healed his injury unconsciously.
Xiao Yi shook his head, did not think again, but looked at Leng Yanjian.
"I didn't care about you for a while, it turned the sky upside down?" Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes.
Cang...
On Leng Yan's sword, the sword body trembled and let out a clang.
Xiao Yi knew what the sword spirit meant, which meant that when he handed the sword to Fang Muxue, he flicked the blade.
At that time, Xiao Yi meant to help protect Mu Xue.
But in Jian Ling's understanding, it was allowed by Xiao Yi to absorb blood energy.
Xiao Yi shook his head, "You want to **** so, this time, let you **** enough."
Xiao Yi's eyes were cold, and a sword came out.
call…
Suddenly, within the entire city lord's mansion, the spiritual energy ran away, the aura raging and violent.
Streaks of blood are constantly shooting out from the surrounding corpses.
The lasing blood, centered on Leng Yanjian, came from all directions.
But for a moment, the blood condensed around Xiao Yi was like a stream of blood.
The blood flow is still growing.
"Huh?" The sudden change immediately attracted the attention of the three Patriarchs and the elders of the North Yinzong.
"What does the kid want to do?" Old Patriarch Qin frowned.
"It's amazing." Patriarch Fang's face was startled.
"Continuously absorbing blood energy, the aura soars rapidly, not good." The elder of the Northern Yinzong's expression changed suddenly, "Quick, kill that kid."
"Yes." The surrounding Beiyinzong warriors replied.
Swish...wish...wish...
One after another, the figures violently attacked Xiao Yi.
"Heh." Xiao Yi sneered, unmoved.
Next second, bang... bang... bang...
The blood flowers burst out of thin air, and the blood mist was extremely beautiful.
The warriors of the Northern Yinzong who struck turned into blood fog.
Only a few deacons of the Northern Yinzong in the Holy Emperor Realm could barely support it.
"No, don't get close to this kid anymore." A deacon of North Yinzong exclaimed.
It can be clearly seen that his face has become extremely ugly, the veins looming on his body, it seems that there is blood about to burst out.
"Explosion." Xiao Yi shouted in a low voice.
Bang... bang... bang...
There was another explosion, and the warriors of the Northern Yinzong turned into blood mist.
At this time, the blood lingering around Leng Yanjian was already like a river of blood, surging extremely.
"It's time for me." Xiao Yi sneered.
"The third type, blood brake cut."
Hum...
The sword body of Leng Yanjian suddenly buzzed continuously.
A huge blood blade suddenly condensed in midair.
The astonishing aura instantly suppressed the aura of all the martial artists around.
"Out." Xiao Yi cut with a sword.
The huge blood blade in midair flashed past.
"This..." The elder of the Northern Yin Sect was startled, his first reaction was to hide, he could obviously feel the fatal threat from this huge blood blade.
However, he found that he could not move.
A bloodthirsty breath, I don't know when it started, has firmly locked him.
A panic suddenly appeared on his face.
In his eyes, it was suddenly bloody.
laugh…
When the huge blood blade passed by, the entire city lord's mansion was suddenly filled with scarlet.
When the scarlet was idle, the blood blade disappeared.
In front of Patriarch Fang and Patriarch Gu, there were already two more dead bodies.
Qin Zhen and the sixth elder of Beiyinzong were already dead, and there were two **** sword marks on their bodies, which were extremely shocking.
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Third more.
