Chapter 422: Blood shadow

Roar……
A low growl suddenly came from the ground, and Ning Wufeng felt the earth tremble sharply.
The smile on Han Yi's face grew more and more, and even Ning Wufeng felt a trace of evil.
"Shit boy, I have to admit that you are really strong. But I tell you, you are right, the Hermitage is my patron. With the heritage of the Hermitage, I can crush you hundreds of times!" To sneer.
Ning Wufeng's pupils shrunk slightly. Suddenly, a huge one-horned beast blood appeared behind Han Yi. Blood shadow exudes a very powerful momentum, and this momentum does not seem to belong to this world.
A bone-chilling chill turned out to be a symptom of the frozen fluid in his body. There is a faint cold on the yin-yang purple lake.
How could this be?
Ning Wufeng was shocked in his heart, and Han Yi's hidden means actually summoned the power that does not belong to this world! The cold atmosphere seemed to freeze him from soul to flesh, from veins to purple lake!
So terrifying.
Just a vague blood image projection has such a terrifying momentum. If it is a real person, how powerful is it!
Ning Wufeng throbbed in his heart, and he couldn't help licking his lips, and he didn't dare to care. For him, a little carelessness will be lost.
He secretly tightened up Nie Feijian to give him a life-saving charm. He had to give that blood shadow a fatal blow at the most critical moment in order to get the magic effect.
Roar ...
Han Yi suddenly raised his head, and the blood shadow of the beast behind him generally issued a roar of horror, which stirred up a strong cold and cold momentum towards Ning Wufeng.
He is extremely fast!
Ning Wufeng only felt a flower in front of him, and his chest seemed to be hit hard by the beast, and the whole man turned around and flew out. A thump hit the ground, and a bloodstain on his chest was several feet long.
Was hurt by the soul soldiers in Han Yi's hands.
Fortunately, his skin was extremely powerful after being baptized by the power of eight spirit springs. Otherwise, the sword absolutely tore him all.
Han Yi stretched out his scarlet tongue, licked his lips, and a look of wonder appeared in his eyes. He never thought Ning Wufeng had been killed by this blow.
"It's thick and fleshy." He grinned evilly and hummed slightly, his body moved again.
The afterglow was dazzling, and the cold light of the soul sword was hidden in the space.
Ning stood up strenuously, the blood on his chest dripping down to the ground, but he didn't bother, just closed his eyes.
The power of the primordial spirit in the sea of ​​knowledge was amplified indefinitely, and his skin's perceived power was also exerted to the limit.
A hint of unpredictable spatial fluctuations came out suddenly, and Ning Wufeng was alert. But Han Yi's attack was much stronger than he thought.
Dorattle, the same blood stain on the back was torn.
It was a little better this time. After the skin crystallized, he defended himself faster than his reaction. When the skin touched the soul sword, the slight shrinkage of the skin greatly reduced Ning Wufeng's injury.
Otherwise, the first and the last sword would have pierced him.
With a bang, he went out to kill Vientiane Sen Luoyin. But Han Yi's body has disappeared.
Too ghostly speed!
Ning Wufeng's brow didn't know when he saw a drop of cold sweat. After reaching such a level of strength, Rao will not sweat when he encounters the Huohaibingquan, but at this moment he would rather have no sweat.
Han Yi's attack was too weird. The time from space fluctuation to attack was extremely short, much shorter than the reaction time of Ning Wufeng.
When he reacted, Han Yi's attack was over.
If he continues this way, he will definitely be cut and killed by Han Yi with a sword, and even Han Yi's clothes will not touch him.
"Huh, this isn't dead!" Han Yi's figure appeared in mid-air not far away, and blood-stained light shone in scarlet eyes. Neither Wufeng was killed by two consecutive swords, and he was extremely impatient. .
Although the power of this blood shadow is strong, the longer it exists, the greater the consumption of his body. Moreover, the appearance of blood shadow is not without cost, the longer it appears, the more the price paid by Han Yi.
This price is the chilling blood of Han Yi. This blood shadow that does not belong to this world, fancy his cold spirit blood, so he was willing to spend great energy to leave a projection of time and space to help Han Yi.
And if Han Yi's blood loss is greater, it may degrade Han Ling's blood, and he will no longer be a Tianjiao by then!
"Humble pariah, you must be dead. Do you still want to resist?" Han Yi growled.
Ning Wufeng also felt the impatience of Han Yi. He licked his lips, and he felt a bit enlightened. The longer the delay, the better for him!
The wooden head of the Ming king's spirit shone with dazzling aura, and a powerful force of vitality surged to quickly repair the injuries on the chest and the back. The wound moved quickly and healed.
Han Yi's pupils shrank, and her voice suddenly became sharp, growling, "Dalit, take it!"
Mul, his body has disappeared.
Ning Wufeng's face sank. In his heart, he quickly estimated the distance and time between the two attacks before and after Han Yi, and judged the speed of his shot.
Bet!
Ning Wufeng's face moved, and Jiu Zhuan Ming Wang Jue turned to the fifth horizon and came back.
His body suddenly disappeared into the air. Just as he disappeared, Han Yi's Jianmang blasted over, and Dora a blood stain appeared on his arm.
This time it was just an injury to the arm, and the injury was not serious.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hateful!" Han Yi's face became even more ugly, and the more he discovered the more he felt the heavy burden that the appearance of the blood shadow brought on him. The burden faintly made him feel breathless.
Ning Wufeng was also tense in spirit.
The battle between the two people has entered a fierce heat. Whoever can't hold on first will be the one who died.
Ning Wufeng licked his lips, and the yin and yang purple lake quickly spun up. The Ming King's spirit healed more intensely.
Vaguely, the yin and yang purple lake in the sea of ​​air jumped twice. He actually found that there was an irrelevant connection between the Purple Lake and the Yinyang Purple Lake of the Canglan King outside!
Is it the same reason?
Ning Wufeng moved in his heart. Sure enough, after the yin and yang purple lakes in his body and the yin and yang purple lakes in the outside world were inextricably linked, the healing speed of his injuries also accelerated.
"It seems that Lord Canglan still takes care of himself as the heir. Rest assured, I will not embarrass you." Ning Wufeng murmured gently and licked his lips.
Fu Li, who has pinched for a long time, is finally ready to shoot.
At this moment, Han Yi just wanted to attack madly and kill Ning Wufeng at the fastest speed. Therefore, his own defensive power will inevitably weaken a lot.
At this time, outside the Inheritance Land, all the people in Lingbao Pavilion, Qian Guizong and Nie Feijian looked at Han Dong with a bad expression.
"Hermitage is a good means. It is enviable to be able to mobilize the forces there," said the strangely bright face of Fu Hai, who had always been kind.
The forces there!
However, the people of the immortal continent are reluctant to mention it. The ancient demon chaos, the people there have given a lot of credit.
The ancient people did not talk about life, and it was a disaster for hundreds of thousands of years.
Blood world, demon world!
Two culprits!
The harm these two circles bring to the immortal continent is not small. Those who are involved in this two races, the people on the mainland are eager to rush and then hurry up!
Unexpectedly, the blood shadow summoned by Han Yi this time is the projection of the powerful person. Its strength is at least comparable to Yuandanjing!
Nie Feijian had to spread all of a sudden. If it is not the power of inheritance that is bound by the power of King Cang Lan, I am afraid that he has already hit the Five Elements.
"If I lose nothing, even if I rush into the palace, I will kill you both!" Nie Feijian uttered a word sharply.
A court respecter of the second-class power would say something like this to the male power of the first-class power. But for Nie Feijian, no one was skeptical.
Because of the name of the sword demon!
Rao has been for decades, but among their peers, they will never forget the fierce name of the sword demon, the top ten on the list of gods, dare to challenge the forces of ancient heritage!
The first-class power palace is nothing to his sword demon.
Even if you can't completely kill Han Palace, it's easy to kill Han Dong and Han Yi!
At this time, Han Dong's face did not have the previous joy, and his expression suddenly became dignified. He carefully guarded Nie Feijian, and on the one hand, he closely followed the situation in the Five Elements.
He whispered to himself that he would have won the Cang Lan King's lineage without using a card like Blood Shadow, but he did not expect to kill a dark horse like Ning Wufeng halfway.
However, even if it is a dark horse, it is not enough to let Xueying make many attempts. This directly caused the exposure of blood shadow!
He looked stunned.
At this time, in the Five Elements spirit, Han Yi scarlet attacked Xiang Ning without wind again.
Ning Wufeng didn't dodge this time. The Ninth Zhuan Ming Wang Jue third reincarnation psychic psychic eye unfolded with the help of the yin, yang, and purple lake outside the heaven and earth. For a moment, the fluctuations in the surrounding space were all in his eyes.
Han Yi moved, a handle of Han Mang was hidden in the shadow of space.
The next moment, Han Mang appeared again.
"Good opportunity!" Ning Wufeng took a deep breath, just when he was preemptive, the Fu Li in his hand was crushed instantly.
Uh ...
The Sancai Sword Formation was exhibited in the place where Han Yi was about to appear. Just hit Han Yi and smashed his head.
what!
Han Yi screamed, and his body suddenly appeared in the air. Covering his face, he looked stubbornly crazy.
Ning Wufeng didn't show any kindness at this moment, and at the moment the Wuturing spell was launched, and the golden lance slaughtered suddenly.
With a short slap, the gunman submerged into Han Yi's body.
The blood shadow behind him was trembling, and the crystal clear light was taken away by the blood shadow, and then the blood shadow disappeared.
"Ah! My cold spirit bloodline!" Han Yi screamed, slumped to the ground with a sigh, and looked away distantly.