Chapter 565: Ended

Xueyan was besieged by the two saint kings of the tiger clan, and the blood-colored light was dazzling, turning into a blood-colored world, with endless blood-colored sword lights intertwined, cutting through the sky and splitting the sky.
The two holy kings of the tiger clan were terrifying, and several huge white tiger ghosts appeared, roaring in bursts, and their claws were extremely sharp.
Boom boom boom!
The Holy King-level energy burst, and the void exploded continuously. They fought thousands of meters in the sky, but the radiated power fluctuations still filled the hearts of the people around them with depression.
Xue Houren showed pain on his face and watched his younger brother die in front of him, but he could not do anything.
Now his father is besieged by the two holy kings of the tiger clan. Although there is no winner or loser for the time being, there is no suspense about the result.
There is a saint king beside him who did not participate in the battle.
Everyone in the Blood Yan Dynasty, whether it is a high-level or a junior, turned pale, with expressions of horror and despair.
Even the old emperor was besieged, and it is very likely to fall. This day is definitely a disaster for the Blood Flame Dynasty, and it may be destroyed because of this.
Everyone looked at Lu Chen, his white clothes were spotless, his temperament was very good, and he had a vaguely refined taste.
Who on earth is this young man, and why can he threaten the tiger clan powerhouse to do something.
Obviously there is enmity between the two sides.
Xue Houren also wanted to know this doubt. He turned his gaze to Lu Chen and said, "Who are you?"
There was killing intent in Xue Hou Cheng's eyes, but also complicated.
All this started because of this young man, who wanted to know what was sacred to them.
Obviously, Lu Chen ignored his question directly. Lu Chen looked at the only Tiger King who was not involved in the battle, and said in a taunting tone: "You tigers can't do it. Two people are besieging one. I haven't taken it down now."
Xue Hou Cheng was tragically ignored, his face was ugly.
The tiger clan saint king who was standing was also very dark, but he didn't answer Lu Chen's words.
In the sky, the energy is still trembling, like thunder.
The sage power was overwhelming, stepping on a river of blood, and the sharp air currents flowed and turned into sword light. A splendid sword rain shuttled through the void, and the sword power released was extremely amazing.
Xueyan was a perfect powerhouse of the Saint King, even if he was besieged by the two Saint Kings of the Tiger Clan, how could he be defeated so easily.
One of the two saint kings of the tiger clan raised his palm, and saw a huge and incomparable palm print on the top of Xueyan's head, carrying a strong power, mixed with the wind, as if possessing the power of destroying the world.
Then the palm was pressed down, and the violent energy carried by this palm print fell, buckling heavily on the top of Xue Yan's head.
The people below felt a terrifying aura falling from the sky, as if the sky had fallen.
Bloody air flow surging all over Xueyan's body, his hands were imprinted, and they collided with the fallen palms.
Boom!
The two attacking Wushuang forces collided, and the sound of explosion was heard again.
Another saint king flashed his figure and rushed towards Xueyan. As he passed quickly, he changed his body and turned into a huge white tiger.
This is not the white tiger phantom, but the real body of the holy king of the tiger clan.
Two against one, he couldn't get the blood inflammation for such a long time, and he couldn't hold on to his face, and he directly transformed the body.
The body of the saint king of the tiger clan that turned into the body was like a hill, with snow white hair and a pair of snow white wings on his back.
The demon energy exuded by the white tiger is very strong, and a pair of tiger eyes carries a bloodthirsty light, especially on the white tiger's snow-white hair, a layer of strange demon power is faintly flowing.
This huge white tiger vibrated its wings and flew toward the blood inflammation. Its speed exceeded the speed of sound, and the air exploded.
A sharp metal-like claw slammed toward Xue Yan's body.
Xue Yan's heart jumped wildly, his hands were dancing, and the blood river under his feet was flying around him.
The huge white tiger's sharp claws collided with the river of blood, making a sharp sound, as sharp as a sharp weapon scratched through the hard metal.
The blood river looked like a stream of water, like a real blood river, but it was extremely hard. The huge white tiger claws did not break the blood inflammation defense.
Another saint king saw this scene, took a step forward, the coercion spread over, raised his palm, once again condensed a huge palm, fiercely bombarded the blood.
The force of the attacking Wushuang bombarded Xue Yan's body, and a violent explosion sounded, shaking Xue Yan's blood and blood, and his internal organs were rolling.
"puff"
Xueyan stepped back a few steps, and a puff of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
As the holy king, he was very close to the Dacheng holy king, but it was two holy kings of the tiger clan who were destined to fall here.
Sure enough, after about half of the incense, Xue Yan finally couldn't bear the siege of the two holy kings in turn. In a shocking energy collision, his blood was insufficient, and his body retreated, and then a white lightning flew towards him. , Fengchidianzhi.
I saw this white lightning flash, and the upper body of the blood inflammation separated from the lower body.
If the speed can be slowed down hundreds of times, then you can see that the tiger clan saint king transformed into the body, that pair of white as snow wings is even sharper than a knife, and easily cut the body of Xueyan.
Xueyan's body broke into two pieces, and the blood rained down.
A soul flew out from the eyebrows of Xueyan, trying to escape, but the two saint kings of the tiger clan did not give him a chance, covering the soul with a palm, wrapped in a strong evil spirit, amidst a scream of blood, blood No trace of Yan's soul was left.
After the two saint kings of the tiger clan killed Xueyan, they flew to the ground.
The people in the Xueyan Palace saw the two holy kings of the tiger clan come back and their faces paled. They understood that the old man Huang Xueyan had been killed.
"go"
After the Tiger Clan Saint King came down, he looked at his companion and Bai Shao and said, with a flash of figure, it turned into a few white streamers and disappeared into Lu Chen's sight.
The matter finally came to an end, as the Blood Flame Dynasty lost a Saint King who was close to Dacheng and a Saint King.
The initiator of all this is the white-clothed young man in the void.
Han Shaoming and Yintian Sect Master thought they were arrogant enough, but now they understand that the white-clothed youth is really arrogant, and even the Tigers dare to command and threaten.
Moreover, the tone is not generally big.
If you dare not give face, I will lead a hundred and eighty holy kings to do you.
This is what the other party said.
Han Shaoming glanced at Lu Chen fearfully. Fortunately, he hadn't offended him before, otherwise he didn't know how he died.
"Let's go too" Han Shaoming said, and then led the three demon kings to leave.
The death of Xueyan made Ling Yuanji breathe a sigh of relief. Once Xueyan died, there was no one who was afraid of him in the Xueyan Dynasty.
Lu Chen gathered the jade table and stood up.
"Shao Lu, don't want the holy artifacts" Ling Yuanji asked suspiciously.
"No shortage"
Lu Chen replied boldly.