Chapter 1,199: The Holy Son was captured?

"The master is like a god, powerful and invincible!"

Among the crowd, Man Er kept raising his head to watch the battle.

The two sides fought from the very beginning.

Until now, swords were flying across the sky.

Man Er didn't dare to miss even half a point.

His eyes were fixed on Xiao Changfeng.

There was no worry in his eyes, only shock and admiration.

He used to be in a medium-sized village.

Because his parents died young, he has been bullied.

But it also developed a persevering character.

In that heavy rainstorm.

He resolutely chose Xiao Changfeng.

And with great perseverance, he killed the barbarian warrior who had been oppressing him.

Successfully became Xiao Changfeng's servant.

He was very respectful to Xiao Changfeng.

But it's just like a servant to his master.

But then.

Strong enemies appear one after another.

Xiao Changfeng also gradually showed his strong strength.

Kill Yan Gang and enter Shimen Village.

Slaughter a thousand barbarian warriors and kill the barbarian leaders and wizards.

He even came to Jiyang City.

Buying lavishly, killing five hundred people at night.

All of this.

For the former Man Er, this was unimaginable.

However, it was following Xiao Changfeng that he experienced such a wonderful event.

He had no fear or fear.

It seems that he is naturally warlike.

The more dangerous the moment, the more excited he felt.

And today.

The battle between Xiao Changfeng and the Holy Son of the Witch Cult.

It also opened the door to a new world for him.

This kind of power made him desire and admire him.

At this moment.

In his heart, Xiao Changfeng was no longer a simple master.

He is a lofty and invincible god.

It is his belief and his spiritual support.

That ray of war deep in his heart.

It seemed to be on fire.

It made his blood boil and his whole body trembled with excitement.

But at this time, the Northern Wu ancestor was also trembling.

But he was not excited.

But fear!

The Holy Son of Witchcraft was killed?

Looking at the chest that had been pierced by the flying sword, the Northern Wu ancestor felt his heart drop to the bottom.

At this time Shanyu and others.

He was even more frightened and couldn't believe it.

Poof!

At this moment.

High in the sky.

Blood gushed out from the chest that was pierced by the Void Flying Sword.

It's like a flash flood and a river bursting its banks.

Endless blood suddenly spilled out and turned into a bloody rain.

Blood rain fell, dyeing the altar blood.

The ground was stained with blood.

The people and vegetation were also dyed blood.

The pungent smell of blood is nauseating.

The thick blood is even more uncomfortable.

But no one cared about this at this time.

Because everyone's eyes fell on the Holy Son of the Witch Cult.

Only the ten-meter-sized Holy Son of the Witch Cult was seen.

It was like a punctured balloon at this time.

Quickly shriveled up.

Within a moment, it returned to its original size.

That withered witch knife.

Without the watering of blood, it was reduced to the size of a finger again.

But what made the ancestor of Northern Wu heaving a sigh of relief was.

The Holy Son of Witchcraft is not dead.

Although there is a sword mark penetrating through his chest.

But it was the right chest that was stabbed, and the heart was not damaged.

It's just that the blood has dispersed and the witchcraft of blood sacrifice has been broken.

Although the Holy Son of the Witch Cult is not dead, his aura is extremely weak.

He at this time.

Any barbarian warrior can easily kill him!

"Using blood as a guide is ultimately a crooked way and is vulnerable to attack!"

Xiao Changfeng took back the Void Flying Sword again.

He glanced at the Holy Son of the Witch Cult, his expression indifferent.

Although blood sacrifice witchcraft is not vulgar.

But in Xiao Changfeng's eyes, it was far inferior to magic.

Not only are the conditions harsh, but the consequences are too great.

This kind of technique, which is full of loopholes, has long been abandoned in the world of immortal cultivation.

If it weren't for the Holy Son of the Witch Cult possessing a witch spirit body.

It absorbed another 80,000 blood.

I'm afraid it can't achieve such power at all.

But even so, it can be pierced with one sword.

Like a balloon.

Big and unreasonable!
To be continued...