Seeing that Hua Yiran really walked out of the protection range of the formation and appeared outside Qianbao Mountain. The four great masters looked at each other with surprise. As expected, the great master of Qianbao Palace couldn't stand their provocation and left stupidly.
come out.
"Haha, idiot! Without the protection of the formation, I would kill you like a chicken." Master Zhu Xing laughed loudly, and stopped behind Hua Yiran in a flash, saving him from having to go back.
Chen Yuanshui, who was about to leave, paused and looked towards the direction of Qianbao Mountain in surprise. The great master of Qianbao Palace did not hide well, but ran out by himself. Isn't that looking for death? There are four people outside.
Great Lord, and one of them is a Star Lord on the Mainland Honor List.
In an instant, Chen Yuanshui became excited. He was very honored to witness the death of a great master with his own eyes.
"Stupid guy, go to hell."
The Blood Owl Grand Master was the first one who couldn't help but take action. A Grand Master-level power that connected up to the sky and down to the abyss burst out from his body. Eight blood rivers suddenly appeared in the sky, each of them rolling like a real river.
The blood wave swept across, emitting a strong smell of blood.
The eight rivers of blood wrapped around Hua Yi like eight huge tentacles, directly blocking the sky, the earth, and all directions in the universe.
"Eight Blood River Techniques!"
Several gasps of air rang out in the War Spear City. The Eight Blood River Techniques are the supreme secret techniques of the Blood Demon Sect. Once used, even the great master will change his face when faced with them.
The Blood Demon Sect was once a holy sect, and saints were born. The Legend of the Eight Blood River Art is a holy art. In its strongest state, it can be integrated into the rules of the blood river holy way of heaven and earth. It can destroy the heaven and the earth with one blow, and the sky floats.
Blood.
Of course, only saints can practice the eight blood river arts to the highest level in the legend. Although the peerless master can also practice it, he can only achieve a little bit of it.
Of course, it's just superficial, but its power is extremely terrifying. If you don't practice the same level of wild arts, even the great master will not dare to take it on.
The Great Blood Owl came up and used the Eight Blood River Techniques, obviously not planning to give any chance to the Great Lord from Thousand Treasures Palace.
"Little tricks."
Hua Yiran said lightly, his five fingers stretched out from his sleeves and turned into five divine swords. The endless sword intent erupted from his five fingers, violently penetrating the world and directly crushing all the eight blood rivers in the sky.
, the famous Eight Blood River Techniques are simply vulnerable.
The blood owl's body shook, and he suddenly fell back thousands of feet, his eyes full of horror. His robes were cut to pieces by the invisible sword energy, and he was in a miserable state; a sword intention even broke through his body's defense against the desolate energy, and penetrated directly into him.
Inside his body, he was constantly causing damage to his body. In the face of that sharp and indestructible sword intent, no matter how strong his strength was, there was nothing he could do.
"So strong!"
The Blood Owl Grand Master took a breath of cold air. Previously, Demon Heart Saint Lord said that the Grand Master of Thousand Treasures Palace was very strong and not an ordinary Grand Master. He still didn't believe it, but now he finally believed it.
"Sword cultivator? It's interesting."
Master Zhu Xing narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Hua Yiran with interest. In the Taihuang world, sword cultivators are a very powerful type of monks. They focus on practicing swordsmanship and integrate all their energy and spirit into sword intent.
Among them, the technique is finally transformed into the Tao, and it is invincible with every move of its hands and feet.
Any accomplished sword cultivator is extremely formidable, usually far stronger than ordinary cultivators of the same realm.
The Grand Master of Thousand Treasures Palace turned out to be a sword cultivator. No wonder the Holy Lord paid so much attention to him.
"So what if you are a sword cultivator? There is more than one sword master who has been defeated by me. Where the Star Master is, the sword master should retreat."
Zhu Xing said calmly, with a boundless arrogance in his eyebrows that showed disregard for the world.
"Oh! You are confident. Among all the sword masters in the world, only one is qualified to be called a sword master. Although Hua is confident, he does not dare to call himself a sword master, but it is more than enough to kill you."
Hua Yiran said indifferently, in his eyes, the title of Sword Master is an extremely noble term, and not those so-called sword masters are qualified to be called Sword Master.
Sword Master! I should be the number one sword cultivator under the Saint.
"Kill me? Old man, you probably don't know who I am." Zhu Xing smiled coldly, his eyes full of ridicule and disdain.
"I'm not interested in knowing who you are. The four of you should take action together. Don't waste time. After killing you, I will rush back to continue studying the art of swordsmanship."
The swordsmanship taught by his master was so profound and profound that it was unparalleled in the world. It simply opened an unprecedented door for him. That door was the door to the true way of the sword master. He never thought that one day he would be able to escape from the world.
The path of the Sword Master is so close, and the flame that had been extinguished in his heart burned brightly again.
He no longer has any interest in wasting time on the four great masters. While the little inspiration passed down to him by his master has not completely dissipated, he has to rush back after killing people to continue his retreat and enlightenment.
None of the four great masters, including Zhu Xing, expected that Hua Yiran was so arrogant and did not take them seriously at all.
"Old man, since you are looking for death..."
Lord Zhu Xing couldn't bear it and decided to personally take action to destroy the arrogant enemy in front of him.
However, before he finished speaking, Hua Yiran had already taken action.
A bright green lotus suddenly appeared in the void. The green lotus was delicate and lifelike, with crystal dewdrops hanging on it. It seemed to be a delicate lotus emerging from the water.
As soon as the green lotus appeared, the whole sky suddenly became silent in all directions, everything was still, the void solidified, and only the green lotus was slowly rotating.
"No! Escape quickly!"
Master Zhu Xing's body froze, his pupils dilated, and he looked at the many green lotuses in panic, as if he was seeing some peerless demon.
An unprecedented sense of crisis emerged from the depths of his soul. The feeling was indescribable. After so many years of practice, he felt that death was so close to him for the first time, as if the God of Death was already waving to him.
Not only Zhu Xing, but also the other three greats.
The most terrifying power in the world is the power of the mind, and the most terrifying pressure is also the pressure in the mind.
The four peerless masters felt the fear of death almost at the same moment, without any reason.
That green lotus looked ordinary, nothing special at all, but the fear deep in my heart could not be suppressed at all.
None of the great masters have ever experienced such a weird thing.
escape!
He turned around and ran away without any hesitation.
However, when they were about to escape, the four great masters suddenly discovered that their bodies had solidified in the void and could not move at all. No matter how many thoughts came to their minds, they turned over and over again, but their bodies would not obey the command.
When the green lotus rotated to the ninth circle, the bright green light suddenly burst out, covering the heaven and the earth. The whole world lost its voice in an instant, and only an endless blue brilliance remained in the pupils.
"No!"
Lord Zhu Xing screamed in fear and struggled continuously. Bathed in the green light, he felt that his body was melting, his blood and desolate energy were also melting, and even his soul was melting.
The bloodline and body of the demon god that he once regarded as his pride were now as fragile as a piece of paper.
He struggled hard, but in the end he was left with nothing but despair.