The broken doorposts of the mansion's door, carrying dust, fell from the sky and hit the ground in front of Zhan Buqi.
There was also a broken door plaque hanging on the broken doorpost. It dangled there twice and then fell to the ground.
Zhan Buqi looked straight ahead with serious eyes.
Luo Taotian, who looked a little weak, also stared ahead.
So fast?
Even if this strong human race belongs to the twentieth level of Taoism.
But with one against three, facing three strong men of the 19th level Hedao realm, it is impossible to win so easily.
Or is it that the other party was very lucky and happened to miss the three blood pattern lieutenants who went to look for him?
Zhan Buqi also has the same idea in his heart.
He knew very well what kind of strength the three lieutenants under his command were.
Arriving at this place so quickly, I'm afraid this guy took a detour and just missed it.
"Huh, what a lucky family..."
But at this time, when he saw the figure walking out of the smoke, his words of not giving up came to an abrupt end.
Luo Taotian, who was suppressed there, also stared ahead with his eyes wide open in disbelief.
The wind howled, blowing the black robe on the human race man who was walking towards him.
The pupils under his ghost mask shone with an icy cold light, and he carried a blood-red spear on his shoulder.
The original burning flame at the tip of the bloody spear was extinguished by the blood.
There are three figures on the barrel of the gun, they are the three strong lieutenants of the 19th-level Hedao Realm from the Blood Pattern Clan.
The three lieutenants with spears that looked like candied haws on a stick had extremely frightened expressions on their faces as they were about to die.
"..." Zhan Buqi swallowed and looked at the ghost-faced man in front of him, walking towards him carrying three dead lieutenants.
A heavy and extremely oppressive feeling rolled over his body.
"Who...are you!" Zhan Buqi took a deep breath, stared at the ghost-faced human race man in front of him, and spoke slowly.
The two knives suddenly appeared, fell into his palm, and were held tightly by him.
At the same time, the blood lines all over his body were igniting purple flames, and he was ready to go all out.
"The general of the Wuling Army garrison in the Fallen Flame Void Battlefield will never give up in the fight."
Clang!
As Zhan Buqi introduced himself to his family, the two swords in his hands came out with sparks flying.
The scorching purple flames burning all over his body seemed to be distorting the surrounding space.
"The Supreme Lord Yama, Xiao Tian!" Xiao Tian suddenly swung his spear and smashed the three lieutenants of the Blood Pattern Clan on it to the ground.
His eyes were fixed on Zhan Buqi through the mask on his face, and he inadvertently glanced at the man next to him who was trapped by the suppression of the formation.
It seems that this person is the one in the audience who can convey the message.
On the opposite side, Zhan Buqi frowned slightly when he heard that he had announced his door.
The Supreme Lord Yama?
Who is this person and why have I never heard of him before?
"Come on!" Xiao Tian carried the snatched spear on his back and hooked his hand towards Zhan Buqi on the opposite side.
From time to time, he secretly glanced at the imprisoned Luo Taotian.
At this time, Zhan Buqi spoke again, drawing Xiao Tian's attention: "It seems that you are not completely ignoring the battlefield here, your eyes are still here."
"It's really surprising that we have sent such powerful reinforcements as you."
Xiao Tian didn't say anything, didn't deny, didn't say a word, and very coldly raised his finger at Zhan Buqi: "If you want to fight, then fight!"
"Weak people talk nonsense to cover up their own incompetence!"
Zhan Buqi's face trembled again, looking at this arrogant ghost-faced man with unknown anger.
I don't know why, but this person in front of me makes people feel very annoying.
"Since you are looking for death, then I will help you!" Zhan Buqi roared, and the energy in his body was wildly ignited again, and the purple flames lingered all over his body, burning the space.
As the surrounding space collapsed, his body also expanded, and the armor on his body also changed.
In the blink of an eye, his body has expanded to five meters.
"Red Flame slashes in the air!!!"
The two swords were wrapped in purple flames, transforming into a little giant's fighting roar, and unleashed its most powerful killing move.
The void battlefield itself is an extremely stable space.
Even the tenth-level holy realm cannot escape and fly in this place.
But when Zhan Buqi broke out, the entire space shook and collapsed, showing how powerful it was.
"Be careful, he can ignore your defense, directly burn the spiritual energy, and weaken your combat power." Behind him, Luo Taotian, who was suppressed, roared quickly to remind the strong human race in front of him.
Zhan Buqi absorbed the power of his own bloodline, and when it exploded, the strong human race in front of him who came to help could easily be attacked without knowing it.
"It's too late!" Zhan Buqi, who was about to burst out with a killing move, sneered, and he burst out with speed and agility that were completely inconsistent with his body shape.
As the majestic figure moved forward, it twisted its path at a ghostly angle.
Just as Luo Taotian said these words, Zhan Buqi had already arrived at Xiao Tian's side.
When the two swords crossed each other, purple flames exploded instantly.
The bright pillar of red flames contained terrifying power. Under the intersection of blades, it actually poured out from the gap in the collapsed space.
Ghostly figure, cunning and weird attack angle.
It is simply unavoidable and impossible to guard against.
Boom!!
A huge roar resounded loudly when the pillar of purple flames enveloped Xiao Tian.
"Huh!" Zhan Buqi raised the corners of his mouth and moved his figure strangely to another direction again.
The two swords in his hands were no longer ignited with purple flames, but the bloody fire of their blood-striped tribe.
Bang bang...
The muscles in both arms were swelling, the blood vessels were bulging, as if magma was surging inside, and the two swords turned red.
"The victory is determined!" Zhan Buqi squinted his eyes, and at the moment when the red flame pillar disappeared, he quickly swung his sword forward.
The space was cut open, and red flames of sword light were constantly passing through the cracks.
When the sword energy was flowing freely, the flames were contaminated with the aura of space destruction.
"This holy demonic flame has eaten away all the spiritual energy across the space. What can you do to resist my double swords?" Zhan Buqi raised the corner of his mouth and thought proudly in his heart.
Clang! Clang!
Zhan Buqi's action of waving his two swords stopped abruptly.
The blade of the knife was gently pinched by the fingertips of two hands.