Even if it's not the top of the Forbidden City, the flying immortals from the sky are still equally matched, you come and I go.
what is this?
The majestic master of the blood clan, a master who became famous thousands of years ago, was beaten into a ball in just a few rounds?
It's a shame that I skipped classes and skipped classes to watch.
If I were there, I would have to curse myself.
Waste! In the live broadcast room of Eyes Network, everything was quiet.
Jenny asked: "Lord Saint, do you think the Lord of the Blood Race still has a chance to win?"
"This..." Augustus pondered for a moment and said, "I dare not say there is none, it's just very small."
"Lord Saint, are you confused?
Is this possible?"
"Sages, this is called caution.
After all, in the world of martial arts, all kinds of strange and secret techniques emerge one after another, and the master of the blood clan has lived for thousands of years, so it is not impossible if there is a way to overturn the situation."
"That's right..." the comments below said one after another.
..."You bastard, how dare you insult me like this, I will definitely kill you."
The angry voice of the Lord of Blood came from high in the sky.
His figure moved.
Whoosh! Flying down from the sky at a faster speed.
Flying in mid-air, he suddenly disappeared, then appeared in the shadow behind Yang Yifei, and grabbed his back with a claw.
Although most of the dark races fight enemies with their bodies and specialize in strength and speed, there are also dark mages who have developed many dark spells.
This shadow jump is a dark spell, similar to Ming Yongfei's shadow ability, which can jump in any shadow.
This time he jumped from the air into Yang Yifei's shadow and launched an attack, which was really beyond people's expectations.
No one thought he had this trick.
"good!"
Flanders and the other vampires shouted.
Just now they couldn't help but want to help.
Tsk! The Lord of the Blood Clan's claws scratched Yang Yifei's clothes, and his fingertips had already touched Yang Yifei's skin.
If he catches it this time, he will definitely take out Yang Yifei's heart.
The Lord of the Blood Clan was secretly proud.
at this time.
Yang Yifei disappeared.
What the Lord of Blood captured was just a phantom.
He looked up.
Yang Yifei instantly appeared above him.
With an expressionless face, he stepped on it as if crushing an ant to death.
A bright five-color divine light shrouded Yang Yifei's right foot.
Countless runes appeared, with a hint of immortality, forming a unique talisman.
Stepping to the sky! One of the secret skills of the Douzhan Sect.
With one step, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered, and all the stars and rivers were destroyed.
Although Yang Yifei can't reach such a terrifying level now, he can destroy even a mountain peak with one step.
"No!"
The Lord of the Blood Clan roared wildly.
Dong Dong... His heart core was beating wildly, and surging energy surged out from his heart core. His face turned pale in an instant, and almost all the energy was concentrated on his claws, shrouding his claws with red light like a sword and dripping red.
Like a red crystal, it suddenly lifted up, trying to hold the feet of the Destroying Heaven that were stepping down.
With his pair of bloody claws, the Guangming Holy Mountain that he once killed had no power to fight back. He tore apart countless masters from the Guangming Holy Mountain. In the end, it was Abel who used the Divine Punishment Sword to defeat him.
But at this time, in front of Yang Yifei's kick, he was as vulnerable as an ant.
Boom! Yang Yifei trampled his claws to pieces, then stepped directly on his chest, including his claws, and fell straight down from a height of 100 meters.
Put one foot into the ground.
Boom! Daqingshan shook.
A huge hole appeared directly on the ground, with a radius of dozens of meters and no bottom. Even the shadow of the Lord of the Blood Clan could not be seen, only the figure of Yang Yifei standing on it.
Everyone's heart skipped a beat.
The scene was quiet for a moment.
Immediately, there was a sudden roar and a sudden noise.
"Holy shit, holy shit, do you want to be so fierce?"
"The Lord of the Blood Tribe, he was trampled to death with just one kick. It was unbelievable."
"If there weren't so many vampires following him, I would have suspected that this was a fake vampire leader.
An old monster that has lived for thousands of years was trampled to death?"
"This guy is too scary, it's easier than killing God..." The scene was filled with excitement.
Everyone was stunned and in disbelief.
When I killed Abel, the God of Light, and God, I had to fight for a while before killing him.
And the leader of the blood clan was trampled to death?
How is this possible?
For thousands of years, the legend of the Blood Lord has been circulating in the dark world.
Everyone believes that once he returns, he will surely reach the top of the world, and even the God of Light may not be his opponent.
The results of it?
Just after you came back, you were trampled to death?
"Father will not fail easily. He just hasn't shown his true power."
Flanders said.
In the live broadcast room, Saint Augustus also said: "As far as I know, the Lord of the Blood Clan should not be so weak."
Boom! A bloody light shot into the sky.
The blood light was thick and thick, like a mountain rising straight into the sky, rippling with the rich aura of blood.
In the blood light, a ghost-like figure emerged.
His whole body was blood red, and his body seemed to be made of red copper, shining with a metallic luster.
Two fangs protruded from the corners of its mouth, half a meter long.
He has a pair of wings that span more than a hundred meters. The wings are densely covered with dark golden mysterious patterns, and there is a strange and powerful aura rippling around.
His hands were like animal claws, and his nails were more than half a meter long and very sharp.
"Damn it, you're wasting the blood I finally saved, I'm going to kill you."
The Lord of the Blood Clan shouted angrily.
Thousands of years ago, he finally built a blood pool by killing millions of humans and prepared to use it for promotion. However, he was injured by Abel and had to sink into the blood pool to recuperate, which was a waste of energy.
Now that he had finally cultivated himself, the remaining energy was stored in his core, but Yang Yifei was forced to use it again.
"So powerful!"
"Is this the true strength of the Lord of Blood?"
"I have a feeling that Yang Yifei is no match for him."
"It's over. We were still shouting for a refund just now. I hope he didn't pay attention..." Many people's faces turned pale.
"Kill my sect?"
Yang Yifei shook his head in disdain and said: "You are not qualified to kill our sect.
You are just increasing the energy intensity by accumulating energy. You have not understood the law or the great road at all. Like you, even if it takes thousands of years, you will not be able to become a blood god."
"It's my turn to teach you a lesson?"
The Lord of the Blood Clan said angrily.
Yang Yifei's words made him even more angry and unhappy.
"That's all. Today I will do something good and teach you how to be a good person."
Yang Yifei sighed.
He stretched out his hand.
Huge five-color handprints appeared in mid-air.
The current handprint can no longer be called the Green Wood Seal. It integrates the power of the five elements. Perhaps it is more appropriate to call it the Five Elements Seal.
"Hmph, is this what you are famous for covering the sky with your palms?