"Damn it, don't let Xuezhan escape. If he leaks the information about Liuhe Formation, there will be endless troubles."
Fang Yushan gritted his teeth, raised his body with his sword and said fiercely.
"Hahahaha.... My little ones, if I survived the catastrophe, I will be blessed later on. I will write down today's events for now. In the future, I will lead all the generals in the demon world to level the Immortal Palace like you!!"
Xue Zhan stepped on the branches and flew forward, not forgetting to look back and laugh wildly.
The faces of the six people were all filled with coldness and unwilling resentment. Their eyes were like sharp swords, shooting at Xue Zhan who was about to go away, trying to kill him with his eyes.
"It's now!"
Ling Yan's eyes were cold, like a leopard's, he suddenly emerged from the dense leaves, holding the 'Ao Feng Qing Light Sword' that was radiating with cold light, he dived forward and raised his hand, 'Ao Feng Qing Light Sword'
Like a swimming dragon, it slashes at the bloody neck.
"What?"
Xue Zhan suddenly felt a chill and turned around in a hurry. He saw the shadow of the sword and caught it with his palm.
Poof!
Xuezan's five fingers were cut off, but due to the resistance of his palms and Ling Yan's inability to fully control the spiritual weapon-level sword, the Aofeng Green Light Sword only cut into Xuezan's shoulder.
"mean!!!"
Xuezan was furious, regardless of the pain, he threw up his fingerless palm, swung out a red light, and struck Ling Yan's chest.
One of Xuezhan's hands was blown to pieces, and now the fingers on the other hand were cut off by Ling Yan. How could he not be angry?
Although there were no fingers on his hand, the palm was still there. Although Xue Can was angry, his technique was not slow, he concentrated his energy and energy, and the light wrapped around his palm, and in the blink of an eye, it blasted towards Ling Yan's heart.
The violent current surged, and the blood hit the nostrils. This palm struck directly at the heart, a vital place.
For those who are in the Ageless State under the Six Transformations, the heart is the most vulnerable place.
Ling Yan didn't dare to stop, so he drew the Aofeng Green Light Sword and slashed at Xue Zhan's neck again.
But the moment he made the move, Ling Yan realized that he would definitely be one step slower than the bloody cripple. If he broke his heart and died, he might not even be able to save the Aofeng Qingguang Sword in his hand.
This "eternal life" is such a reality. Except for the things in the baggage, anyone can pick up whatever is in hand after death.
In the blink of an eye, there is no room for unnecessary thinking, and it is too late to dodge... My heart... Oh, by the way, "Phantom Dragon Jue"!!
Ling Yan suddenly thought of the "Phantom Dragon Art" on the side of his heart. At this time, he could only treat it like a dead horse.
He tried his best to injure the side of his body by half a minute, but it only took half a minute. Although this half minute caused the sword to deviate from the trajectory, he had no choice but to save his life first.
boom!
The palm of his hand hit the "Illusion Dragon Art" scroll on Ling Yan's chest. The great strength penetrated into Ling Yan's body along the bloody palm, and the blood in his blood vessels surged like an overflowing river.
Ling Yan held back the blood gushing from his mouth and adjusted the sword's edge in an instant. A sword at the level of a spiritual weapon was too difficult to control. Not to mention being able to handle it with ease and not being counterattacked by the powerful energy was already pretty good.
“Don’t overestimate your capabilities!”
Xue Can sneered, secretly summoning his energy, and all the energy in his body instantly gathered in his palm. In less than 0.1 seconds, a spell field similar to a small nuclear power plant was directly formed there. All he needed was a little more special ignition.
Burning energy can crush Ling Yan.
At this moment, Xue Can and Ling Yan were fighting to the death.
"Die!"
Xue Can sneered, looking at the sword glowing with colorful light that was about to be swung, he was secretly ecstatic in his heart. The colorful light was a sword of the spiritual weapon level. If he brought it back, it would make him reach the sky in one step.
However, just when Xuezhan was about to detonate the energy, a countercurrent suddenly started from Ling Yan's chest.
Suddenly feeling the blood residue, the powerful energy instilled and gathered in the palm of my hand disappeared without a trace in such an instant... as if it had been absorbed by something.
"Roar!"
Dragon Roar!!
There was another dragon roar, but this time, it was not two dragons roaring, but six dragons, six real dragons.
Crazy dragon roaring to the sky!! It sounded suddenly. No one knew what this dragon roar was.