And just as the two men's attacks collided, a sword force formed by Chi Xiaoxuan flashed past Xue Gen's waist.
After tearing apart the opponent's defensive aura, a large bloody gash was drawn on his body, and blood arrows shot out.
"Hmm..." Xue Gen grunted and backed away a hundred meters.
"Aunt Yun, how are you?" Chi Xiaoxuan then flashed towards Murong Ziyun's direction.
"It's okay!" Murong Ziyun shook her head in response, then took out a Qi Condensing Pill from her body and threw it into her mouth.
"I'm surprised that you two actually hurt me!" Xue Gen reached out and touched the blood hole at his waist, then put it to his mouth and licked it.
"You succeeded in irritating me. I will drink all your blood later!"
call!
After the words fell, the figure flashed out again.
At the same time, rows of blood-red swords with spiritual power appeared in the void in front of him, and then they slashed towards Murong Ziyun and the two like rain.
"Xiaoxuan, be careful, don't fight with him!"
Murong Ziyun gave a sweet shout, and while casting Phantom Trace, the ancient sword in her hand pulled out sword rays to block it.
Bang…
There was a fierce crashing sound in mid-air.
On the other side, Chi Xiaoxuan simultaneously flashed her body to avoid the opponent's attack, and at the same time used a sword force to shoot at Xue Gen.
"roll!"
Xue Gen raised his hand and swept it out with his palm, and the sword exploded halfway.
Then, Xue Gen didn't pause at all, and once again condensed the blood red sword from before and slashed towards the two of them.
This time, neither of them fought hard with him and dodged away.
Although the aftermath of the air wave still made the two of them feel uncomfortable, it was far better than taking the knife head-on.
Afterwards, the three of them entered into a stalemate, with their figures flickering and coming and going.
Murong Ziyun and Chi Xiaoxuan are both half-step Holy Emperors in strength. Even if they join forces, it is still difficult to compete with the blood-gen of the third-grade Holy Emperor.
But the two of them have the magic of phantom traces, so it will not be easy for Xue Gen to take them down in a short period of time.
call!
As early as when Xue Gen was blocked by Murong Ziyun, Mo Hong, the second leader of the Demon Sect, was about to join forces with Xue Li to attack Ling Hao, but was blocked by the flying bird.
"Get away!"
Mo Hong frowned, raised his hand to form a mark and hit the bird.
The bird did not choose to fight him head-on, it flapped its wings and dodged to the side.
"Um?"
Mo Hong didn't expect the bird to be so fast. He was stunned for a moment and then ignored it and continued to rush towards Ling Hao.
However, just as he was about to set off, two violent waves of air roared in again, forcing him to stop.
"If you want to die, then go die!"
Mo Hong frowned again and used ten of his power to attack the bird.
However, the bird still did not confront him head-on and hid to the side again.
Although its combat power is slightly inferior to Mo Hong, only comparable to the strength of the third-grade Holy Emperor, its speed is much higher than its opponent.
Therefore, it is completely unrealistic for Mo Hong to win it in a short time.
After several rounds, not only did he fail to hurt the birds, but he was attacked by them several times.
He was so angry that he wanted to curse his mother and was furious.
However, he became more and more angry and passive, and after a few minutes, there was blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
call!
Mo Hong exhaled a heavy breath and forced himself to calm down.
He knew that if he continued like this, not only would he not be able to kill the other party, he would probably have to go see the Lord of Hell first.
The bird saw that Mo Hong did not attack again and was not in a hurry to attack. It just stared at him intently, as if it would not move as long as Mo Hong did not move.
Bang!
At the same time, a loud noise came from Lu Yue's battle circle, and he and the opponent flew out at the same time.
And just as he flew out, the bronze sword in his hand drew out an arc-shaped blade and slashed towards the opponent.
