At the bottom of the lake, Ling Tianyu was refining the Heavenly Spirit Pill with the Poison King. Because of his concentration, he was unable to notice the movement in the forest.

In the dense forest, a cruel and fierce battle has begun.

"Feng Yin Po!~"

Xie Tian Leng shouted, and with a sword, the phoenix suddenly appeared, whistling and roaring, the hot fire seemed to be concentrated at one point, and the light of fire flashed in the sword's edge.

Emperor Xue's footsteps are like stepping on the flowing light, and the Cang Ming Blood Drinking Sword in his hand seems to be hungry, eager to suck blood, and the evil light shines.

Since Emperor Xue completely broke away from the identity of the Holy Palace, he no longer has to worry about it. He has become extremely fierce and powerful.

"Soul-breaking killing!~"

Emperor Xue gave a cold drink, his eyes were like the underworld, and he thrust out a sword with an awe-inspiring evil aura. The surrounding space seemed to suddenly become extremely cold, like falling into a cellar, and the evil aura was billowing out.

"Uh! What kind of move is this!" Xie Tian, ​​who was in the middle of his attack, was particularly shocked. When the sword of Emperor Blood came forward, Xie Tian felt an inexplicable chill and fear in his heart. He felt this

Breath simply cannot exist in this world.

Bang!~~

There was a startling sound, the two swords clashed violently, and brilliance overflowed. Among the sparks that filled the sky, circles of dark blood-colored light arcs swayed.

Bang!~~

There was another sound, and Xie Tian's whole body was shaken. He was knocked back a few steps with a look of shock on his face. His soul was also violently struck by an evil shock, and no hair on his body stood upright.

Emperor Xue's face was as cold as a demon slayer in hell. He stepped forward with an arrow and thrust the Cang Ming Blood-Drinking Sword in his hand like it was flying through the air.

Xie Tian dodges badly, and his left shoulder is pierced by the blood sword. The blood that spurts out is instantly absorbed strangely by the blood sword. The wound where Xie Tian was stabbed is black and painful.

Unbearable.

"Ah!~"

Xie Tian groaned in pain and dodged back. He pressed his hand on the injured wound and discovered to his horror that the healing ability of the Phoenix bloodline had failed and the wound could not be healed.

"Bastard! What did you do to me!" Xie Tianhou asked.

"Your Phoenix Martial Spirit has not yet cultivated the Mahayana, and the Cang Ming Blood-Drinking Sword in my hand can just restrain you, but don't think you are immortal anymore." Emperor Xue said coldly.

"But we can still kill you!" Xie Feng suddenly forced himself on Emperor Xue's back. The sharp sword in his hand was full of fire, making a hunting sound, and was extremely ferocious.

"Nine Steps of the Wandering Dragon!~"

Emperor Xue drank softly, and his whole body swam like a long dragon, dodging strangely, and ghostly circled behind Xie Feng.

"Kill me, it depends on whether you have the ability!" A cold voice sounded.

Xie Feng looked horrified. He felt a gust of cold wind coming from his back. He instinctively turned around and slashed across with his sword.

Phew!~~

But this sword actually missed the target, and the sword light flew out into the air.

At this moment, the emperor's blood actually appeared in mid-air on the evil peak, and said fiercely: "No need to suppress it anymore!"

Phew!~~

Swinging the sword down, a sharp bloody sword light struck down instantly. The sword energy was like tearing through space, and the force was terrifying.

Xie Feng couldn't have enough time to block it, so he dodged hastily.

Pfft!~~

That sword energy still tore a bloody gash on Xie Feng's arm.

Xie Feng screamed in pain and took a few steps back in fear.

"Join hands! Kill him!" Xie Tian shouted and killed suddenly.

Xie Feng gritted his teeth with hatred, endured the severe pain, and swung his sword to kill.

Emperor Xue's face was cold and serious. With his cultivation at the eighth level of Xuandan, it would not be a problem for anyone from Xie Tian or Xie Peak. However, now that the two of them were joining forces, Emperor Xue would inevitably be a little careless.

In another place, the ghost dragon and the others were also fighting fiercely.

"Wrath of mad flames!~"

Evil Peng roared angrily and swung his sword away. Rings of fire seemed to form phoenix phantoms, surrounding the ghost dragon.

The ghost dragon was placed in the sea of ​​fire, its demonic nature was aroused, its eyes flashed with a fierce and cold red light, and its mouth opened, revealing zombie-like fangs, which was extremely weird.

Unknown to the sudden change of the ghost dragon, Xie Peng stood in the air, facing the sea of ​​fire, and danced the sharp sword in his hand wildly.

Phew! Phew!~~

The sword energy that filled the sky came in an overwhelming and violent attack.

The ghost dragon's eyes were gleaming, and he shouted fiercely: "The ghost is invisible!~"

Swish! Swish!~

The afterimage of the ghost flashed in the sea of ​​fire, and the sword energy that struck down was strangely dodged.

Xie Peng was very surprised and felt that the body technique of Ghost Dragon was really evil.

In the midst of shock, the ghost dragon suddenly shot out from the sea of ​​fire, and instantly approached Xie Peng. The wolf blood gun in his hand was filled with evil spirit, and he thrust the gun fiercely.

Xie Peng was frightened, but showed no fear and swept away with his sword.

Dang!~

There was a loud clang of gold and iron, and sparks shot out.

The ghost dragon's spear slipped, rubbing against the long sword in Xie Peng's hand and flew past. In one fell swoop, it invaded Xie Peng's defense line and stabbed Xie Peng's chest fiercely.

Pfft!~~

Blood spattered and Xie Peng screamed in pain. The cold spear pierced into the flesh and blood, just on the side of the chest. If it had hit a little more, Xie Peng's heart would have been pierced.

Although he was in pain, Xie Peng had a strangely successful smile on his face.

"Phoenix bloodline is immortal!" Xie Peng shouted sharply, holding the wolf blood gun tightly with one hand, and with incomparable ferocity, he slashed forward with the long sword in his hand.

Ghost Dragon's face was horrified, and he turned his hand, and the wolf blood gun was violently twisted into Xie Peng's flesh and blood.

However, Xie Peng ignored the pain in his flesh and blood and was so murderous that he really looked like a madman.

Phew!~~

Sen Chang's sword light came straight at him, and at such a close distance, it was difficult for the ghost dragon to dodge.

Tsk!~~

The sharp sword energy coldly left a deep bloody gash on Ghost Dragon's chest.

Gui Long was in pain, so he pulled out the wolf blood gun fiercely and quickly dodged it. The clothes in front of him were suddenly stained red by the blood flowing out of him, and it stung endlessly.

Looking at Xie Peng again, under the baptism of the Phoenix Spirit, Xie Peng's original wounds healed strangely.

Xie Peng smiled coldly: "I told you, Phoenix bloodline is immortal."

"Really?" Ghost Dragon's face darkened, he kicked hard, and shot out like an arrow from a string, shouting: "Then I'll let you taste death!"

Phew!~~

The wolf-blood gun stabbed angrily, swiping fiercely at the evil roc.

Xie Peng was extremely disdainful and fought with him with his sword.

The ghost dragon is different from the emperor's blood. The strength of the emperor's blood is much higher.

Therefore, among people of the same level, it is difficult for a ghost dragon to kill an evil roc.

However, Wang Xiao and Tian Luo were weaker than their opponents and were already in trouble.

"Feng Can!~"

Wang Xiao gave a light drink, and the residual wind swept his shadow, approaching Xie He's defense line.

"Combat skills! Sunset at dusk!~"

This sword swing passed by, just like the setting sun at dusk, giving a feeling of loneliness and loneliness, which could even stimulate the opponent's soul.

Xie He suddenly fell into a trance, or it could be said that he was inexplicably stagnant.

Phew!~~

Canhun struck out with his sword, aiming directly at Xiehe's Dantian.

Seeing that the sword was about to hit the fatal wound, Xie He suddenly woke up.

But Wang Xiao's sword was useless to resist.

In panic, Xiehe tried his best to dodge.

"Phew!~"

The cold sword passed by and one arm was cut off.

"Ah!~" Xiehe screamed in pain and stepped back dozens of meters.

Wang Xiao fell down, carrying a long sword in his hand, breathing hard, obviously losing a lot of profound energy.
To be continued...