Almost at the moment when the sense of crisis broke out, a sound wave came rapidly from behind the Red Devil man, forming a melody that was extremely radical, as if it was a violent struggle in life and death, and the madness that wanted to rise from death.

This is the secondary part of the song of the song of Liberty, and it is also the highest part of the complete song created by Wang Baole. Its lethality is obviously good. Even if the Red Devil man is a son of Hengqin Sect, his casual blow still cannot suppress the passionate part of Wang Baole's song of Liberty.

The next moment, the music produced by the Red Devil man waved his hand was like a torn net, with a passionate melody rising, as if it turned into a spear, and shot straight towards the Red Devil man.

All this is slow, but in fact it happened in the lightning and fire. The Red Devil man who had been entrusted with something before, his eyes contracted at this moment. The moment the spear penetrated it, his body blurred directly, turning into a more majestic music, echoing in all directions.

This music is no longer one song, but a music formed by many songs.

Even when this movement was heard, the world where the arena was located directly turned into blood. This is the power of the Red Devil man's movement, its name is... Blood Sacrifice.

The surging red and endless blood light formed a blood-colored mist, blocking everything and drowning everything, causing the small grid where they fought to be immediately attracted the attention of more disciples of the three sects. In their gaze, the spear turned into by Wang Baole and the spear directly encountered the blood mist.

With the roar, the spear collapsed directly, turning into countless notes and rolling back, the figure of the Red Devil man appeared in the red mist. He looked at Wang Baole coldly and spoke gloomy.

"court death!"

During the words, the blood-colored mist around it rolled and burst out again, rotating around it as the center, forming a huge vortex, causing the entire ring world to be twisted, as if it was about to approach the limit of endurance.

Even as the whirlpool was thunderous, countless blood-colored tributaries dispersed, turning into hands, and grabbed Wang Baole. This scene was amazing, but if you look closely, you can see that whether it was a blood-colored hand, a blood-colored mist, or this whirlpool, they were actually composed of a large number of notes.

These notes are so concrete because they possess the power of laws. As for their power, they were also shown to the extreme by the Red Devil man, and they burst out with the absolute strength that belongs to his Taoist son.

The strong pressure also came to all directions. Seeing Wang Baole's figure was about to be submerged in blood, torn apart by countless bloody hands, and suppressed by the music here... The outside world looked at the three monks fighting in this small grid, and they were blinded. On the one hand, Wang Baole's previous Jedi counterattack was beyond their expectations.

After all... there are not many people who can break the music under the action of Daozi, and use their own killer moves in the three sects. Anyone who can do this can be called a pride.

Wang Baole is very unfamiliar, so the feeling he gives to everyone is even more different. The second aspect is that they also want to see how powerful the Red Devil Daozi is.

In the previous many battles of the opponent, it has not reached the current level. Often, when the opponent sees the Red Devil, he or she will either immediately admit defeat or be instantly overwhelmed by the Red Devil's previous wave.

Therefore, the number of people who are paying attention at this moment naturally increased significantly, but almost few people thought that Wang Baole could successfully fight against the Red Devils this time. After all, the difference between the two sides was too big.

"But if this fellow Taoist is not dead in this battle, then he will be considered famous."

"It's a pity that I'm a little unfamiliar, I don't know what this person is."

"It doesn't matter. Most of my three monks are withdrawn. If you want everyone to know it, you can only strive to be the best."

While the disciples of the three sects were discussing, the first monk who was defeated by Wang Baole held his breath and stared at the little grid. Following his gaze, he could see the battlefield inside the grid, which was extremely intense at this moment.

The blood was filled with blood, and the bloody hands were about to cover Wang Baole. At the critical moment, Wang Baole also had a strong light in his eyes. He knew that he should be very strong, but how strong was, because he had not been in contact with the law of listening to desire for a long time, and except for a brief battle with Shi Lingzi, he had never had any other Taoist selves, so he was not particularly clear about his positioning.

In this battle, the feeling that the Taoist in front of him was similar to Shi Lingzi, and there were obviously more help. So Wang Baole also wanted to know what kind of realm he was in now.

Another reason is that the other party destroyed his free melody, which made Wang Baole a little annoyed. At this moment, as his eyes shone with his essence, at the moment when those bloody hands and vortex submerged him, Wang Baole gently fiddled with him, and in his body, there were 100,000... notes overlapping...

"Show half of it first." Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and touched it slightly under control. In an instant, with the trembling of the notes, a special sound came out directly around Wang Baole, like a three-dimensional surround.

puff!

It was just a sound, but at the moment it appeared, all the bloody hands rushing towards Wang Baole trembled instantly, and the next moment it roared and collapsed, turning into countless blood drops, and then collapsed again, until it turned into notes, but it still did not end, collapsed again...

Not only that, the vortex that would have turned into the blood-colored mist covered by Wang Baole was like this. Before he could get closer, the force formed by the sound was touched instantly, and collapsed with a bang, and then collapsed again after being split.

After repeated cycles, with Wang Baole as the center, this violent force swept across the world and directly submerged the Red Demon Daozi. The Red Demon Daozi's expression changed completely at this moment, revealing horror. He quickly raised the bone flute in his hand, as if playing.

But... although this flute is special and the sound is very special, it is still directly covered by the power of Wang Baole's notes in the next moment!

The entire little grid reached the extreme of his endurance at this moment, and with a bang... Before everyone outside could see the result, the arena suddenly shattered!

With the destruction, the monks of the three sects were stunned.

"this……"

"What's going on!!"

"what happened!!!"

The monks of the three sects roared in their minds. They had only time to see the red demon Taoist who was submerged in the small grid of the fragments. Blood spurted out, with an incredible expression on their faces.

They couldn't see that in the hands of the Red Demon Daozi, the bone flute was already split at this moment!

Even more at this moment, the broken figure in the volcano of Song Dao suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the broken one among the countless grids in front of him. At this moment!
Chapter completed!