"Hmm? It turns out that he is a boy who hasn't even grown all his hair yet."

The boy in blood naturally felt Zhang Yifeng's breath and became a little interested in Zhang Yifeng.

As a result, when I saw that Zhang Yifeng was just a young man, he felt as bored as a young man in the hat.

"This kid won't bother the adults to take action, leave it to me."

Zhang Yifeng only emitted a little aura, and he looked like he was not even a boy who could even reach the Earth Fairyland.

Such a scum, the young man in blood felt that letting the monk in the hat take action was an insult to him, so he took the initiative to ask for the fight.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

The monk from the hat shook his head, put it down casually and prepared to fly back into the air, and directly destroyed the entire Jing family with one move.

The boy in blood got permission and licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

He was the most skillful in dealing with this kind of waste. He had to cover Zhang Yifeng's head and directly refined it into a blood bead.

The monk from the straw hat turned around and had already decided in his heart that Zhang Yifeng was a fool who was about to die.

But before he could fly into the air, he heard a shock and explosion coming from behind him.

When he was still wondering why the boy in blood made such a big move, he saw a figure rushing out from behind him, and the blood mist continued to explode along the way.

When passing by the monk of the straw hat, the blood mist even blew on his face.

"You boy don't know I hate the most..."

The monk from the straw hat stopped before he finished speaking because the figure flying out was nothing but someone else, the young man in blood who had just asked him for a fight.

However, at this time the clothes on the blood-clothed boy's body really turned into blood-clothed boy. At the same time, in the perception of the monks of the straw hat, the blood-clothed boy had no breath.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and the monk from the hat wiped the blood mist stained on his face. He turned around and saw Zhang Yifeng still sitting firmly on the ground.

However, there was a struggling blood shadow in his hand. No matter how the blood shadow struggled, Zhang Yifeng's hand locked it tightly like an iron net.

"Is this your strength?"

A leisurely sound came out, and as Zhang Yifeng opened his eyes, a black flame burned in his hand.

The blood shadow, which was still struggling, was burned clean by the black flames.

"Immortal Fire?!"

Seeing the black flame burning in Zhang Yifeng's hand, the monk's pupils shrank and turned quickly to normal.

"I really didn't expect that an interesting boy like you would appear in a small border town. But do you think this is our strength? Then you are very wrong!"

The desire for fighting in the heart of the monk with the hat was once again aroused by Zhang Yifeng, and a scarlet light shone in his eyes.

"It's useless to say more. Why don't you come and ask me to test your strength?"

Zhang Yifeng said in a plain tone, as if he had not seen the powerful aura that continued to rise on the monks of the hat.

"Hmph, I've seen many arrogant and arrogant juniors!"

After the monk from the hat said that, nine blood swords rose from behind him and rushed straight to Zhang Yifeng. The nine blood swords combined into a big sword in the air, wrapped in unparalleled blood energy.

"That's it?"

Zhang Yifeng looked at the blood sword that was galloping towards him, and his eyes were dull, but it made the monks in the hat tremble all over his body.

"Critic teeth and sharp mouth!"

His eyes narrowed, and the monk from the hat was about to command the rest of the people in the air to attack Zhang Yifeng.

When I looked up, I found that several people in the air were dealing with two flying swords, and I had no time to take care of him.

"Haha, the people you brought don't seem to be very strong? It's just two flying swords that make them so unbearable. If I took action personally, they might have become my deceased souls."

"Waste naturally has the use of waste. At least they can hold your flying sword and divide your god!"

The monk from the hat said coldly, and at the same time, the blood-colored giant sword had already arrived in front of Zhang Yifeng.

Facing the blood-colored giant sword, Zhang Yifeng raised his hand and pointed it out, and a layer of golden light appeared at Zhang Yifeng's fingertips.

The fingertips hit the sword tip, and Zhang Yifeng's fingers randomly pointed out took the upper hand, directly pressing the blood-colored giant sword on one end.

"What?!"

The monk's pupils shrank, and the boy actually blocked his blood sword Guiyi with just one finger.

The more blood and energy he released this move, the stronger the power he would be. With the blood and energy he had just exerted in rage, it was enough to easily kill any cultivator in the same realm.

"Are you surprised? Then let's go to the underworld with your surprise. Such a slight blood and energy also affects me, I can't help but think too much!"

Zhang Yifeng smiled disdainfully. This little blood and energy was not even one-tenth of Zhishen's use of blood and energy to make a random blow. Do you want to affect him?

After a cold sentence, a yin and yang map appeared in front of Zhang Yifeng, and he directly sucked the blood-colored giant sword into it.

After Zhang Yifeng's fingertips consumed, the power of the blood-colored giant sword had dropped sharply, and the backlash that Zhang Yifeng suffered when he used the Heavenly Dao Wuying was greatly reduced.

"If you dare to show off your blood and energy, it seems that the shell tissue is getting worse and worse."

To put it lightly, the blood-colored giant sword in the Yin-Yang picture in front of Zhang Yifeng appeared again.

However, after the blood and energy blessing from the heart of the corpse beast in Zhang Yifeng's body without any addition, this blood-colored giant sword is even more powerful than when it came.

The might of evil came overwhelmingly, and the monk from the hat knew the horror of his move, so he hurriedly dodged away.

However, Zhang Yifeng's purpose was not a monk from the hat. As the monk from the hat dodged, Zhang Yifeng controlled the blood-colored giant sword and headed straight into the air.

"not good!"

At this time, the monk from the hat understood Zhang Yifeng's plan and turned his head to look into the air.

The blood-colored giant sword rushed straight into the shell killers fighting Zhang Yifeng's flying sword. There was no time for the blood-colored giant sword to cut off their bodies.

Blood eroded the whole body, and the blood shadows in the shell killers' bodies did not even have a chance to escape. They turned into blood rain with their bodies on the spot.

Seeing his subordinates tragically die, the monk's eyes of the straw hat monk did not change at all.

But when I looked at Zhang Yifeng, the flames in my eyes were burning extremely vigorously.

"Boy, I want you to know what the price of blood is!"

With a loud roar, the monk of the hat threw away the hat on his head. He saw that the monk of the hat was hiding under the hat was a ball of black meat that was constantly squirming.

Looking at the constantly squirming meat ball, an evil aura seemed to be unsealed, constantly overflowing.

Zhang Yifeng also frowned slightly, and the things that this shell tissue is playing with are becoming more and more anti-human.

"Why, let me see your ugly appearance, do you want me to continue insulting you?"

Zhang Yifeng said in a plain tone, stood up and moved his body, and the two swords flying in the air hovered above his head.

"Boy, I will let you know what the price of total angering me!"

The monk from the hat said angrily, and his hands suddenly inserted into his exposed black meat ball.
Chapter completed!