Chapter 532: Blood dragon

"Go and die, everyone."
The struggling bodies of the nineteen Yuanying monks were stiff, and the remaining large areas of their bodies slowly dissipated like mist in the sun, their bodies turned limp and turned into a mass of dirty blood falling to the ground.
After successively slicing through the realm and flesh and blood of the eighteenth primordial cultivator, Jian Guang only cut half of the realm of the last primordial cultivator and stopped.
"what!"
This mid-primary infant cultivator screamed as sharp as a low-level cultivator when he was a child. He did not dare to glance at the temporarily exhausted blood lotus sword, burning and exploding all his blood and fled to the distance.
Even so, his heart was extremely desperate, and he couldn't feel any way out. The lipstick jade flying sword had the ability to teleport, and it was impossible to escape within its attack range.
He was full of regrets about why he had come to this muddy water. The people who came down to the five major sects in these days did not die much, but the monks of the middle and small sects were killed and injured.
To his surprise, no one attacked him until he left the battlefield and let him escape here.
The blood on the blood lotus sword flickered, and it disappeared after cutting through the space, but the target was not the monk who fled in embarrassment.
Instead, he aimed at the surrounding eighteen fist-sized Yuan Ying who didn't even dare to say harsh words and fled frantically when they appeared.
The blood lotus sword appeared and disappeared from the cracks in the pitch-black space, reciprocating three times, only beheading the three Yuan Ying of the middle Yuan Ying cultivator.
It was a coincidence that they were both the Yuan Ying of the Supreme Sword Sect and the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, and the Yuan Ying of the other sects did not hurt a bit.
"Run away!"
"go!"
Almost the moment when Zhao Shi’s battlefield ended, the seventeen Yuan Ying cultivators who entangled and fought with the Sky City, Feng Anger, Karina, and Hu Fei and other monsters were horrified, burning their own essence and blood at the same time. Stingy.
Even when he was being attacked, he didn't care about it, and fled in all directions.
Feng An, Lulong and the others hesitated slightly, but they did not dare to burn their blood at the same time.
This kind of behavior damages one's own cultivation too much, it's not that life or death is not worthy of doing so.
Most of the Nascent Soul cultivators managed to escape after desperately burning their essence and blood. There was one in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul and the beginning of the third stage. In front of the four cultivators, there were transparent spatial fluctuation patterns. They obviously fled to the distance, but A blur in front of him, but went to the center of the battlefield.
It is also a coincidence that they are all from the Supreme Sword Sect and Qianji Pavilion.
"Do not!"
The four Yuanying cultivators had already fought their lives, but they were useless, and they died quickly under the siege of a declining space heavenly king, the city of the sky, and six Yuanying early monsters and cultivators.
In this process, Wei Tianyang's space domain played a key role.
Attack, the opponent's attack can't hit the enemy, defense, space attack can be they can defend.
In the end, she could only fall in despair, and the magic weapon that Yuan Ying wrapped herself quickly moved away from here, and even one person took the initiative to explode physically and left when she could not get out.
The evil star over there has ended the battle, and if he doesn't get out, he won't even be able to run away.
Zhao Shi didn't pay attention to them as they thought. At the end of his battle, the blood sea domain merged with the blood lotus sword and turned into a blood-colored sword dragon roaring towards the original Qianjun battlefield.
"Friend Qing Ming, go!"
Seeing the true Lord of Thousand Machines who had passed away with a low sigh, there was a faint flash of blood on the surface of his body, and his mana and the surrounding black and white chessboard realm rose greatly, and soon the black heavenly demon realm that had been slightly upper hand was lined up.
But it was the divine sense that had insight into the battle, and even the high-ranking cultivators of the late Nascent Soul began to burn their own blood, without hesitation, and without hesitation.
True Lord Qingming didn't reply, but his body made a similar move at the same time.
The aura of the two realms rose exponentially, all of a sudden, the world of the heavenly demon, which still had the upper hand, was compressed to half its size.
After that, the two of them did not make any attacks, the whole body area merged with themselves, turning into two escape lights of cyan and black and white, leaving, the speed has surpassed the limit of the late Yuan Ying cultivator and reached the level of the peak cultivator of Yuan Ying.
This is also the reason why the late Yuanying monks are hard to kill. The two late Yuanying monks are desperate, not to mention three or four, even if six or seven Yuanying monks are surrounded, they can't catch up.
After all, no one wants to die with his defeated generals.
But they met players, immortal players.
"Stay!"
The Qianzhang Demon God dominated by the original Qianjun roared, and the black flame on the dark body burned without hesitation. The flesh and blood that made up the body was like wood filled with fierce oil, falling from the body to ashes from time to time.
These are all players who make up the army.
The world of the Heavenly Demon Realm was full of black light, and the originally compressed realm expanded again, and in turn bit the Qing Ming sword energy realm and the black and white chessboard realm, entangled firmly.
"madman!"
True Monarch Qingming was shocked, and then they did not hesitate to disconnect part of the area where they were in contact with the world of heavenly devil, and fled away regardless.
Qianzhang Demon God roared and held up the black spear, but it was in vain.
His current strength is still stronger than the opponent, but the opponent stops fighting, and there is no way he wants to escape him.
The two of them felt slightly relaxed, and fled in the opposite direction one step faster before the blood sword dragon on the horizon came.
"Burn!"
The blood sword dragon drank coldly, a ray of blood-colored flame ignited from the depths of his body, and then quickly spread throughout his body, causing his body to burn with the sun-like dazzling blood inflammation, which was even more thorough than Yuan Qianjun's desperate efforts.
Its speed suddenly increased, and because of the more thorough burning, due to the specialization and amplification of the blood path, its speed was faster than the two in front.
"Mad! Mad! Damn extraterrestrial demon!"
True Monarch Thousand Chance could not help shuddering, his heart was filled with fear, and what he wanted to do, but he had already exploded all his hole cards, and his speed could not be increased even by a single strand of hair.
There was a flower in front of the two of them, and the domain was plunged into a sea of ​​blood. In the sky, a fierce and sharp blood sword dragon stared at them coldly, and the blood in the whole body was burning.
Behind him, the light dimmed, and the huge celestial demon realm covering nearly 3,000 kilometers surrounded the place.
Not far away, there were nearly ten escape lights rushing here, and under the acceleration of the space, it was barely able to reach the speed of the late Yuan Ying cultivator.
The blood moon rising in the eyes of the blood sword dragon, the strong pungent smell and the smell radiated to the surroundings, and the huge blood mouth opened and closed: "Two fellow Taoists, judge yourself, I would like to guarantee that the two Yuan Ying will not be hindered in any way. go away."
It didn't worry at all, as if the blood inflammation burning on its body consumed not its precious blood, but the water droplets picked up everywhere.
Qianzhang Demon God is not in a hurry, just watching them quietly.
"In that case, you will die if you wait!"
The two of Qianji Zhenjun looked at each other, and they could see the fierce battle in each other's eyes, a touch of bloodshot cyan flying swords, thirty-six black and white flying swords dragging the tailband like a meteor to the sky. The blood sword dragon cut away, endlessly dying.
Since these extraterritorial celestial demons are about to die, it's better to die together. They have gone through many battles since they can cultivate, and they have long known that the more feared, the easier it is to die.