There was a loud "boom".

The sword saint Shi Ping was slapped out by the Blood Spirit Ancestor with a palm. The sound explosion in the Qi field triggered a huge roar, accompanied by a sound of bone shattering.

The sword saint Shi Ping not only spit out a mouthful of old blood, but even the arm that was fighting hard with the Blood Spirit Ancestor was broken into several pieces, completely forming an incredible arc.

As soon as the Shi Ping landed, he had no power to fight again, and the long sword in his hand flew away.

"Big brother...Second brother!"

Among the three, only the sword immortal Wen Rui was left. The young man who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old. Seeing that the two brothers were seriously injured by the Blood Spirit Ancestor, he was immediately filled with grief and angry, and rushed towards the Blood Spirit Ancestor regardless of everything.

The sword in his hand was stimulated to the extreme with his spiritual power. With one sword, he cut a huge gap on the ground. However, when the lateral sword energy was about to spread to the side of the Blood Spirit Ancestor, suddenly a bloody energy spread, blocking Wen Rui's sword energy less than a meter in front of him.

Wen Rui made a fuss and ran towards the Blood Spirit Ancestor again, slashing more than a dozen swords at the Blood Spirit Ancestor.

The Blood Spirit Ancestor had a look of a cat playing with a mouse on his face, and his body flexibly dodged left and right, and he was not in a hurry to kill Wen Rui.

For the Blood Spirit Ancestor, the other two people have been dealt with by themselves, and it is easy to kill Wen Rui. This Shenlong Island does not seem to have a particularly powerful master. It has not been moving for a long time, so it just takes him to practice his hands.

Shi Ping, who had been knocked out before, fell to the ground and vomited blood. The third brother Feng Guang was also entangled by the blood refining ball. The blood power from the blood refining ball surrounded Feng Guang's body. The infinite bloodthirsty power made it difficult for him to control his body. Some blood vessels had burst open, and the blood began to be sucked by the blood refining ball.

Wen Rui was completely crazy and kept slashing at the Blood Spirit Ancestor and slashing more than a dozen heavy swords at the Blood Spirit Ancestor, which could not hurt him at all.

When these heavy swords slashed out, they consumed a lot of spiritual power. The moves in the future were not as fierce, and the rules were also messed up behind them.

The Blood Spirit Ancestor smiled and said, "If I want to kill you, it is as easy as slaughtering dogs and chickens. Boy, look at it..."

As he spoke, the Blood Spirit Ancestor stretched out his hand and suddenly grabbed the long sword that Wen Rui slashed out. The blood in his hand filled with blood and immediately covered the sword body. Wen Rui roared and punched the Blood Spirit Ancestor's head.

But before his fist fell, the Blood Spirit Ancestor had already kicked it over, and Wen Rui's body flew out like a cannonball. After more than ten meters, it fell heavily on a wall, smashing a hole in the wall, blood soaring, and a large piece of ribs on his chest collapsed.

The Blood Spirit Ancestor took Wen Rui's sword, measured it carefully in his hand for a moment, nodded and said, "The sword is still good, but it's almost a little bit."

As he said that, the Blood Spirit Ancestor inserted the sword to the ground, and the sword buzzed.

The next moment, the Blood Spirit Ancestor waved his hands, and the blood and energy all over his body reached its peak. While he waved his hands, the crazy body of the Dragon Three Swords suddenly flew into the air, and was pulled by a huge force, flying towards the Blood Spirit Ancestor.

The three swordsman in the Dragon were all seriously injured at this moment, but no one died. At this moment, their bodies were pulled by the blood and floated up. They were even more frightened and the three of them knew in their hearts that death was approaching themselves.

In a moment, the blood on the three of them would be drained by the Blood Spirit Ancestor and then turned into three dead bones.

But he was so injured that he was unable to resist, and his body involuntarily flew towards the Blood Spirit Ancestor, getting closer and closer.

At this moment, they had given up their resistance and could only close their eyes and wait for death.

And at this moment, the Blood Spirit Ancestor suddenly felt a huge sense of crisis appearing behind him, which immediately made the Blood Spirit Ancestor feel terrified.

There are even more powerful people in this Shenlong Island, besides the Shenlong Three Swordsman Crazy.

After feeling this huge sense of crisis, the Blood Spirit Ancestor did not dare to delay for a moment. He shook his hands and collected the blood and energy spreading everywhere. At this moment, an extremely sharp sword energy slashed from behind.

At that critical moment, the Blood Spirit Ancestor turned into a blood mist and appeared more than ten meters away from the place he had just stood.

Before I could stand firm, I heard a huge roar.

The sword energy just now slashed straight from where he was standing.

Above the ground, there is a gully of more than ten meters long, spreading to a building not far away.

The building, which was more than ten meters high, was split into two pieces from the middle by the sword energy, and then collapsed toward both sides.

There was a loud "boom" sound, dust flew, dust spread everywhere, and the ground shook slightly.

The Blood Spirit Ancestor's eyes narrowed into a slit, and he looked at the person who had just slashed out the sword energy from under the scattered white hair.

But the man was actually an old man in a white Zhongshan suit, holding a white sword that exuded dragon energy in his hand. The sword in his hand turned out to be a dragon horn sword.

This is a sword made of the horns on the top of the real dragon's head. It is engraved with countless mysterious runes and exudes a powerful dragon energy. It is really a powerful dragon. How could a master who can use this kind of magical artifact be an ordinary person?

Standing next to the white Zhongshan outfit, there were more than a dozen old men who were dressed like him, looking at the Blood Spirit Ancestor with a majestic look on his face.

The Blood Spirit Ancestor stared at the white Zhongshan suit for a long time, and the white Zhongshan suit also stared at the Blood Spirit Ancestor. The two looked at each other for five seconds before the Blood Spirit Ancestor asked gloomyly: "Who are you?"

"Shao Tian!" Two words popped out of the white Zhongshan suit with a full breath.

These two words are very important, and the heart of the Blood Spirit Ancestor also sank.

"Shao Tian, ​​a master at the national level, and Shao Tian, ​​the best master in the world, are you talking about?" asked the Blood Spirit Ancestor.

"I'm just a bandit, but I didn't expect that the leader of the Blood Spirit Sect, the Blood Spirit Ancestor, actually knew a small character like me. It's so honorable." The old man named Shao Tian said expressionlessly.

"I have always heard that there are people like you on the official side of China, but I have never seen them before. Today, I know that you are not worthy of being famous, but still have some real skills." The Blood Spirit Ancestor began to pay attention to the enemy in front of him for the first time.
Chapter completed!