Chapter 401: The first level of the Three Mysterious Transformations of Heavenly Fire: Qinglian Transformation!
From getting the silver scroll to being snatched away, it was just a flash of lightning. After hearing the joking laughter, Fan Ling finally recovered from the sudden change, and his face suddenly became gloomy.
, slowly raised his head and looked at the man in black robe on the tree trunk with a serious look. After seeing the familiar attire that he had seen in the auction house, he couldn't help but be startled, and then said coldly: "Is it you?"
When Fan Ling was speaking, the dozen or so blood guards who were still capable of fighting in the scene all moved away in all directions with great tacit understanding, just in time to surround the black-robed man, and the elder Luo was also among them.
His face was cold and his eyes were filled with murderous intent. No matter what the purpose of the visitor was, since he had broken through their operation, he must not be allowed to leave alive.
"Haha, Young Sect Master Fan Ling, we meet again." A playful smile appeared on the handsome face under the black robe. Xiao Yan played with the silver scroll in his hand, not paying attention to the blood guards surrounding him on all sides.
chuckled.
"Hand over the scroll and keep your whole body." The long knife as bright as blood in his hand pointed at Xiao Yan. Fan Ling's gloomy words were filled with cold murderous intent.
Xiao Yan shrugged his shoulders. Not only did he ignore it, he turned his palm over and the silver scroll spinning in his palm was put into the ring. "Okay, okay!"
Seeing Xiao Yan's actions, the corners of Fan Ling's mouth twitched, and a touch of lividity appeared on his pale face. Two words of "good" that contained fierce murderous intent came out of his mouth.
Just when the words "Fan Ling" were spoken, the dozen or so blood guards surrounding Xiao Yan in a circle suddenly let out a sharp shout in unison. From the long knife in their hands, the gloomy bloody fighting energy surged out of their bodies.
Finally, he wrapped all the blood knives in it, suddenly stepped on the tree trunk with his feet, and more than a dozen figures shot towards Xiao Yan.
The corners of his eyes glanced at the Blood Guards who were besieging him from all directions. Xiao Yan slowly stretched out his hand and grasped the handle of the mysterious ruler hidden in the black robe behind his back. He closed his eyes slightly and felt the cold air that was getting closer.
Jin, after a moment, his eyes suddenly opened, and a powerful aura burst out from his body. Immediately, a huge black shadow brought an oppressive aura, lifting the black robe cover, like a black wind wheel,
With Xiao Yan as the center point, it spread violently.
"Ding, ding, ding..."
Wherever the black wind wheel passed, sparks flew everywhere, and the long knives in the hands of the Blood Guards were directly shaken out by the huge force contained in them. Only a few of the stronger Blood Guards could barely hold it.
Weapon in hand, but that was only under the premise that the tiger's mouth was shattered by the shock.
The rotating soles of his feet suddenly stopped, and the black wind wheel dissipated. He raised his eyes and looked at the blood guard who was only half a meter away from him, but still had a fierce look on his face. A sneer appeared at the corner of Xiao Yan's mouth, and he stepped hard on the tree trunk with his soles.
There was an explosion of energy, and his body almost turned into a black shadow of lightning, shuttling through the offensive of more than a dozen blood guards.
"Bang, bang..."
There were constant muffled sounds as the figures shuttled, and every time there was a muffled sound, a Blood Guard fell from the dense branches vomiting blood, hit the ground heavily, and struggled a few times.
But he still fell down weakly.
Looking up at the fierce lightning battle in mid-air, Fan Ling's originally cold expression suddenly became much calmer at this moment. He lightly picked up a blood-stained long knife on the ground with his toes, reached out with his hand, and grasped it tightly.
In his hand, he tore his clothes casually, slowly wiped the blood on the knife, and said indifferently: "A four-star fighting master...with this strength, you dare to snatch food from my mouth, Fan Ling, you are brave enough.
So heroic..."
"Elder Luo, leave this man to me. You'll be on the sidelines. If he plans to escape, stop him."
"Well, young master, be careful."
The old man on the side nodded slightly, supported another Elder Han who had temporarily lost his fighting ability, and took a few steps back. From the previous actions of Xiao Yan and Blood Guard, he could roughly see the latter's strength. Although
In terms of strength and agility, this man in black robes is much better than the previous great combat master from the Black Skull Tomb, but in any case, he is only a great combat master, and Fan Ling has long been a genuine one.
The powerful fighting spirit!
"Bang!" In mid-air, the last Blood Guard crashed down, his face covered with blood, and his eyes gradually closed.
As the last blood guard was defeated, Xiao Yan's body gradually fell to the ground. He pointed his heavy ruler diagonally in his hand, and red blood gradually dripped down the ruler's body.
"I think you followed us all the way because of the broken map, right?" Fan Ling suddenly said calmly, throwing away the blood-stained cloth in his hand.
The heavy ruler trembled slightly, and the handsome face under the black robe suddenly showed a bit of coldness.
"Hehe, it seems that I am really lucky. I can get the treasure by accident. Since you care so much about this thing, it must be not an ordinary thing. When I go back, I will let my father
Let's take a closer look. With his experience, he should be able to see some clues about this broken map." Although Xiao Yan's behavior was extremely subtle, it was still caught in the eyes of Fan Ling, who had been paying close attention to him, and he couldn't help but sneered.
.
"You may not have this chance..." A calm voice slowly came out from under the black robe, and cyan fighting energy quickly seeped out of Xiao Yan's body, and finally enveloped his entire body.
"Really? I've seen a lot of reckless men like you in the Black Corner Territory who have their minds taken over by treasures! But their final fate doesn't seem to be very good." He raised his eyebrows and let out a cold laugh, with a cold blood color.
Fighting energy slowly emerged from Fan Ling's body, and a smell of blood immediately filled the open space.
As the blood filled the air, Fan Ling's back was slightly bent, like a ferocious beast that had found its prey. The bloodshot eyes gradually appeared, making him look a little more beastly.
The soles of his feet were deeply inserted into the ground. At a certain moment, a low roar suddenly came from Fan Ling's throat. He kicked off his feet and his figure was like an arrow leaving the string. He instantly appeared in front of Xiao Yan, his hands wrapped in bloody fighting energy.
The sharp long knife brought out a sharp force that tore the air, and slashed down hard.
Under Fan Ling's force attack, harsh sonic booms filled the air continuously.
The huge black ruler rose sharply, and the green fighting energy on it was as thick as a viscous liquid, and finally intertwined heavily with the bloody knife.
"boom!"
The sound of gold and iron intersecting resounded in a large burst of sparks, and a ripple of green and red energy spread out from the intersection of the sword and ruler, directly hitting the soil where the two stood, fiercely
It flew away nearly half a foot.
Mud debris flew all over the sky, feeling the almost numb arms, Xiao Yan's face under the black robe changed slightly. He was worthy of being a strong fighting spirit. With such power, I don't know how much it surpassed the great fighting master, but...
Why does this guy's fighting spirit feel so vain?
With Xiao Yan's strength, without using any fighting skills, although he can compete with a strong fighting spirit for several rounds, he will have to consume an extremely huge amount of fighting energy. However, Fan Ling's seemingly fierce attack earlier
, but it was not as tyrannical as Xiao Yan expected.
"This guy is so powerful..." When the sword and ruler came into contact, Fan Ling's legs and Xiao Yan fought with each other for a few times like lightning. Then, under the opponent's heavy ruler, he took a few steps back, feeling the remaining lightness in his legs.
It hurt, and I couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
"What my father said is indeed true. Although our blood sect skills are overbearing and weird, and our cultivation progresses very quickly, we rely too much on external forces, so that it is difficult for the fighting energy in the body to reach a solid state. When fighting against others, we always suffer some disadvantages. However,
Fortunately, this guy is only at the level of a great fighter, so it is not difficult to clean him up." A thought quickly flashed through his mind, but Fan Ling suddenly dropped the weapon in his hand, and his originally pale face turned strangely red, and
As his face changed, blood quickly emerged on his palms, and the last trace penetrated into the palms. In just the blink of an eye, a pair of blood palms that were the same as those used when Fan Qi killed Elder Qing appeared in Fan's hand.
Ling on the arm.
"No matter who you are, today, you have no chance to regret it! But in order to thank you for bringing me the good news that the broken map contains secrets, I will not let you become a shriveled one after you die.
Corpse!"
Between his palms, the disgusting smell of blood continued to emanate. Fan Ling raised his head and smiled solemnly at Xiao Yan. The soles of his feet suddenly landed on the ground, and his body turned into a burst of blood mist. He then shot towards Xiao Yan with both palms.
As he waved, the blood mist almost filled the open space here.
"Bone-turning-blood-evil palm?"
Seeing Fan Ling's strange palms that turned like blood, the two Blood Sect elders on the outside couldn't help but be startled, looked at each other and said, "I didn't expect that the sect master would teach him such fighting skills.
Young Sect Master, that man in black robes has hit the muzzle of a gun himself."
"Hey, you deserve it. You just robbed my blood sect. If it were me, I would have drained all the blood from your body alive." Elder Han, who had lost his fighting ability, said with a sinister smile.
A pair of dark eyes under the black robe stared intently at the bloody mist that shot out, smelling the pervasive smell of blood. His excellent soul perception allowed Xiao Yan to clearly sense the bloody mist.
The fierce power against Blood Palm.
"Little guy, be careful. With your current strength, you are still no match for the powerful fighting spirit." Yao Lao's reminder sounded in Xiao Yan's heart.
"That's not necessarily the case."
With a chuckle, Xiao Yan slowly closed his eyes. From the spiritual center in the center of the cyclone in his body, wisps of green flames spewed out like a volcano, and finally followed a mysterious route, running at high speed inside his body.
And rise.
"You want...?"
Following the strange rotation of the cyan flame, Xiao Yan, who had his eyes closed suddenly, faintly felt a powerful energy filled with violent factors, which rapidly penetrated from all parts of his body as the flames rotated!
The overwhelming blood energy rushed towards my face, and the cold energy in the blood mist also came to my body instantly!
However, just as the blood mist enveloped Xiao Yan's body, the eyes under the black robe suddenly opened, and green flames shot out from the eyes. A powerful aura that was no weaker than anyone in the scene suddenly burst out.
It emerged from Xiao Yan's body.
Both palms poked out of the black robe like lightning, green flames swirled upwards, and a thunderous roar sounded in Xiao Yan's heart. The palms carried overwhelming hot aura and blasted out towards the blood mist in front of him.
"The first level of the Three Mysterious Transformations of Heavenly Fire: Qinglian Transformation!"