Screams and howls are like soaring into the sky in this mountain wilderness.
Hong Luo's figure retreated no matter how many meters at this moment. She looked at her arms that had been completely dissipated from the blood mist, and her face looked like an evil ghost Shura.
"How dare you do this!"
Hong Luo went completely crazy, and his eyes suddenly turned extremely red.
Waves of terrifying blood energy and demonic energy lingered from her body, just like the witch in hell.
"Magic power!?"
Ling He's expression suddenly changed. He looked at Hong Luo's figure and said in a voiceless voice: "The blood-swallowing demon skill?"
He cultivated himself as a demon and knew that the blood-swallowing demon skill was a skill in the world of cultivation. It was said that he could swallow human blood and refine it for his own use.
This Hong Luo actually practices the blood-swallowing demon technique?
The Bahuang Zhan Sect is not the Demon Sect!
The leader of the Bahuang Zhan Sect is an abandoned disciple of the master of the Douzhan Buddhist Temple.
"I kill you!"
If Hong Luo's voice is full of madness at this moment, a dignified disciple of the Eight Desolate War Sect, a descendant of the mighty Nascent Soul Lord, would be so severely injured on this mortal star, and his arms would turn into blood mist. Unless the limbs regenerate, there will be no way for him to survive.
It may be cured again.
Hong Luo imagined himself missing an arm, and his whole body went completely crazy.
She doesn't care who Qin Xuan is, let alone the opponent's strength.
Hong Luo had only one thought in her mind, Qin Xuan's figure was reflected in her pupils.
"Kill him, extract his soul and refine his soul, and let him endure endless suffering!"
Qin Xuan's expression was still calm, terrifyingly calm. Facing Hong Luo's madness, he seemed to be looking at an ant that had lost his mind.
The blood energy is like a demonic python, and the demonic energy is like a dragon.
In this purple-black bloody demonic energy, Hong Luo's figure appeared in front of Qin Xuan like a demonic shadow.
The Bahuang battle body is filled with blood lines, and at this moment it is even more like Shura, strange and bright red.
The fist is like a violent wave, capable of destroying mountains.
With his remaining arm, Hong Luo gathered all his blood and magic power and suddenly blasted out.
When the fist was punched out, the ground behind Qin Xuan cracked open inch by inch, and the wind of the fist hit the ground, creating a huge depression in the ground.
Qin Xuan's feet were hanging in the air without sinking, facing Hong Luo's punch.
He just stretched out his palm, as if holding the breeze.
boom!
The air waves soared thousands of feet into the sky, scattering the clouds.
But Hong Luo was stunned. She looked at Qin Xuan with madness but disbelief.
"This is impossible!"
She roared and struck with all her strength, but the opponent remained motionless.
It's as if she shakes the tree like a mayfly, even if she tries her best, it's not as good as the breeze.
On Qin Xuan's palm, wisps of blood streaks quietly lit up. They were the Eight Desolations battle patterns, and they only filled the palm of his hand.
The blood lines are like real dragons, connected vertically and horizontally, more like a large formation, like the myriad ways in the heavens.
In comparison, the eight desolate battle patterns on Hong Luo's body were like weak hair.
Qin Xuan exerted slight force on his palm, and heard the sound of bones breaking one after another, and Hong Luo's howling in pain was heartbreaking.
boom!
With a muffled sound, the war patterns that filled Hongluo's fist exploded, and even the palm of the fist was crushed into powder like foam at this moment.
boom!
Suddenly, Qin Xuan's palm shook, and Hong Luo's other arm was shattered into powder and turned into blood mist all over the sky.
Hong Luo's figure was even more like a meteor, falling to the ground for more than a thousand meters. His body almost tore a huge ravine on the ground, and the sound of cracking bones could be heard endlessly.
"That's... the Eight Desolate Battle Body?"
Hu Qing lost his voice. Although Qin Xuan displayed the Eight Desolate War Patterns of his palm, how could they not notice it if the two of them focused their attention?
This Qing Emperor actually possesses the Eight Desolate Battle Body?
"How could he know the Bahuang Battle Body? This Bahuang Battle Body is a secret that is not taught in the Douzhan Buddhist Temple, and the Bahuang Battle Sect cannot be practiced except by disciples of the Inner Sect." Ling He was also extremely shocked.
In the past, at the foot of Longchi Mountain, the three thousand three-inch pill had shocked them as if they were seeing dragons and phoenixes.
Now, they suddenly realized that the former Qing Emperor at the foot of the mountain was just a drop in the ocean. What kind of secrets did this Qing Emperor hide in his body?
Facing Hong Luo from the Bahuang War Sect, the Qing Emperor never used half of his magic power from beginning to end, relying only on his physical body.
Like crushing ants!
The two of them were dumbfounded and their minds were in confusion.
In the ravine a thousand meters away, Hong Luo's arms were broken, and she looked at Qin Xuan in fear.
At this moment, she was no longer crazy, but completely filled with fear.
escape!
The opponent was by no means a match for her, even though she absolutely didn't want to believe that she, a dignified cultivator and a half-step god-transforming monk, would be so miserably defeated by this mortal monk.
"When I return to the world of cultivation, I will definitely let you die without a burial place!" Hong Luo roared in her heart. She turned around and stepped suddenly into the distance.
Both arms were destroyed and turned into nothingness.
At this moment, she was completely severely injured, and she didn't dare to hesitate at all.
Qin Xuan stood still from where he was. He looked at Hong Luo who jumped up. Suddenly, he slightly flexed his fingers and popped them out.
Whizzing!
The two lines of blood formed a line, just like the divine bow full of the moon, and two lines of killing immortals emerged from his fingertips.
Nine dragons soar!
Although he was in this form, at this moment, Qin Xuan only used two strands of blood energy, as if Hong Luo, who had half-stepped into a god and attained the golden elixir, was not even qualified to give him half an extra point of strength.
In an instant, the two lines of blood shot out, and between the sky and the earth, there were only two faint and almost invisible red lights passing by.
Hong Luo's body suddenly stopped in mid-air, she lowered her head, her originally charming but now ferocious face was almost full of fear.
I saw two blood lines running through her legs. In just a moment, her legs turned into nothingness.
boom!
There was an explosion almost at the same time, and blood mist rose from mid-air. Hong Luo's body almost flipped several times in the air before falling to the ground helplessly.
Hong Luo looked at that day in horror, his mind almost blank.
Her limbs...were all turned into nothingness?
Ling He and Hu Qing were even more stunned. The corner of their eyes fell on Qin Xuan, who was standing still. The fear was imprinted in their hearts, as if the person in front of them was not a low-grade golden elixir monk at all, but a low-level golden elixir monk.
A Nascent Soul True Lord, a powerful being in harmony with the Tao.
There was no emotion in Qin Xuan's eyes. He spread his hands and saw that the void was pulling a huge force. More than a thousand meters away, Hong Luo's broken figure was like a rag, accompanied by blood coming from the air.
"Qing Emperor!" Ling He suddenly reacted and said with fear and awe: "This Hong Luo's grandfather is a Nascent Soul True Lord. Qing Emperor, do you really want to kill him?"
Hu Qing's complexion also changed suddenly. If Hong Luo died, the Nascent Soul Lord of the Bahuang War Sect would never give up and would even involve them.
"Qing Emperor, please think again!" Hu Qing lowered his head and said cautiously.
"My grandfather is the True Lord of Nascent Soul. If you dare to kill me, my grandfather will definitely kill this star!"
"Let me go, I promise to leave and I won't dare to cause you any more trouble!"
Not to mention Hu Qing, Ling He, and Hong Luo, at this moment, tears and blood of fear were mixed together, and their ferocious faces looked even more terrifying.
Qin Xuan glanced at Hu Qing and Ling He lightly, Hong Luo's begging for mercy and threatening words lingered in his ears, but he did not say a word.
Then, he just flicked his fingers slightly, and a wisp of blood fell from his fingertips.
Down.
boom!
In an instant, Hong Luo's head turned into blood mist.