After killing the second war slave, the blood blade drank the blood and became more and more intense.
When the battle slave was exhausted, Lei Yan glanced around and saw the four battle slaves rushing towards him again. He raised his lips and showed that he was full of physical strength, but was extremely mentally drained and could not hide the haggardness between his brows.
Shaking his head, he forced himself to wake up.
At this moment, he was much stronger than usual. He swung the sword of one of the slaves and stopped dodging.
clang--
As the sound came out, there was a gap in the battle slave's sword, but it did not break. It was just that the battle slave's body flew backwards under the force.
Lei Yan's body also flew upside down, and the wind gently supported him against his body. He stepped on his feet in mid-air, and with the resistance of the wind, his body paused slightly in mid-air, and then followed that
The body of the war slave flew upside down and he followed. The surrounding wind blocked the other three war slaves, which made the bodies of these war slaves pause for a moment before he rushed over.
The war slave flew upside down and hit the ground. Before he could get up, a black figure followed and stepped on the war slave's chest.
puff--
After the loud noise, the war slave spit out a mouthful of blood. The blood seemed to be drawn by something in the air, and was sucked into it by the blood blade.
"die!"
Lei Yan held a knife in both hands, and the war slave at his feet had several ribs broken under his kick, leaving him with little resistance. He lifted the blood blade upside down and inserted the knife into the throat of the war slave.
The blood in the body of the war slave was sucked away by the blood blade, leaving behind a withered corpse. This war slave did not regain consciousness until he died, and was controlled until his death.
"Ho! Damn it, get out of here."
In the distance, the roaring sound was like thunder on a clear day. It was the angry voice of Qi Lian, the leader of the Wu Zong War Sect. I thought that the war slave he killed before was Qilian's. This war slave was also one of these war slaves.
He was the strongest among the slaves. He chose this one. He didn’t expect it, but he got it right.
I heard a huge roar, and then a figure came over to remove makeup. The back of the man's limbs was sunken, the limbs were facing forward, and the long sword flew out. This man is Cheng Zizai, even though he is a sub-space level
There are strong people, but each level also depends on strength. The difference between strong and weak is almost three times, so a level does not represent a person's strength.
Seeing this, Lei Yan gritted his teeth and endured some dizziness in his head. A gust of wind stopped Cheng Zizui's body, constantly slowing down his flying speed.
The remaining three war slaves seemed to have received the order and did not catch up.
Before landing, the impact of Cheng Zizai's impact had been dissolved by the wind. The remaining pieces were not enough to be used as evidence. Lei Yan stretched out his hand and caught Cheng Zizai.
"Wow!"
As soon as Cheng Zi landed on the ground, his expression changed, and with a loud sound, a mouthful of hot blood came out.
"Are you okay?"
His palms dragged Cheng Zizui's body, and he could feel that Cheng Zizui's body was very weak.
"I am not his opponent." Cheng Zizai looked pale and smiled bitterly. The clothes on his body were somewhat damaged.
A figure flew over, bursting with energy, and swung a sword, like a mountain pressing down on the top, forcing them to retreat. This was Qi Lian who was filled with anger. The energy sword that was about ten feet long was extremely violent.
It was obviously because his war slave was killed, and he was filled with anger. What was displayed now was the full strength of Qilian, which was completely beyond the reach of Cheng Zizi.
"He has at least 20,000 pieces of strength. Let's go!"
Cheng Zizai's expression changed drastically, he shouted loudly, and frantically gathered energy in front of him.
Lei Yan gritted his teeth. At this moment, if he exploded, he could exert a power of more than 16,000 jun, but this could only last for a short time.
"Walk!"
He shouted lowly and threw Cheng Zizai away. He held the shield in both hands and bowed his body slightly. There was a trace of bloodshot eyes on his body, and his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes.
Qilian's sword struck him like a mountain pressing down on top.
At this moment, he is like a stubborn stone. Even if there are stormy waves, he still exists and stands on the ground.
Seeing that he was about to strike him head-on with his sword, Qi Lian twitched the corner of his mouth and revealed a sneer, and the anger in his eyes faded slightly.
"Die!"
The sword with all his strength was concentrated, making a loud bang like a falling meteorite, striking the shield raised by Lei Yan below. Qi Lian struck from the front, and the long sword struck Lei Yan's shield, with a bang, and a wave of air
Spread out in all directions. The air waves spread out in all directions like ocean waves. Wherever they passed, the sand and boulders were all lifted up, and a huge deep pit appeared on the ground.
As Qilian approached, he felt Lei Yan's calm eyes below, and his heart suddenly lurched.
He came as fiercely as a mountain. But what he faced was a rock that could not be shaken by wind or rain.
The moment they faced each other, Qilian's arms shook, and the huge force came back. His arms were numb instantly, and his chest was violently shaken. The moment his body flew upside down, a mouthful of blood spat out from his mouth.
At this moment, the clothes on his upper body were also torn apart, revealing a strong but scarred body, with more than a dozen scars just at a glance.
At the center of the air wave, Qi Lian's body flew upside down and barely stabilized in mid-air. His face was pale and his breath was weak.
Cheng Zizai, who was thrown away by Lei Yan, was swept away by the air wave. When he finally stopped and looked at the huge pit, his face turned pale and his lips trembled, but he didn't shout anything after all.
The movement here alarmed everyone. Even those who were unconscious were stunned for a few breaths before they came to their senses and continued to fight.
Two figures flew over and stopped next to Qilian. They were Hua Qianren and the man who fought with Wei Er. The two men looked down at the huge pit in surprise. Their sect master, this time, was
All efforts were made.
"Master!"
Hua Qianren glanced at Cheng Zizai, who was standing in mid-air below, staring blankly at the deep pit, as if he had turned to stone, but he couldn't help but feel relieved in his heart.
Qilian's face turned pale, and his body was injured by the force of the counter-shock.
After mobilizing energy and adjusting his breath for a while, Qilian let out a long breath. After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he looked intently at the pit. He wanted to see how the man below was doing.
The dust dispersed, and a young man in black stood there with a shield protecting his body. Although, a deep pit was made in the ground around him, and even though his legs sank into the hard ground under his feet; even though, the shield in his hand had a
It was dented and was almost cut through by the sword. But he still stood, did not retreat, and was not directly blasted to pieces.
The blood threads on his body burst out, and his whole body was covered in spider web-like blood, and blood continued to overflow from the corners of his mouth.
"puff!"
For a long time, his distracted eyes condensed, his body moved slightly, a mouthful of hot blood spurted out, and his whole body went limp.
After taking a few breaths, he held the blood blade tightly with his right hand. Rich blood essence came from the blood blade, nourishing his body. The blood light on the surface of the blood blade slowly disappeared, and finally
It turned into a bloody long knife, which seemed to be the same.
"Still alive!"
Hua Qianren took a breath of cold air, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
Cheng Zizai's eyes showed a hint of joy, and he hurriedly came down and pulled Lei Yan's body away from Wu Zong's attack range.
"How about it?"
"I can't die." Lei Yan gritted his teeth and said weakly. The blood streaks hid in his body, and Xue Yan also lost his connection with him.
When Qi Lian saw this scene, there was a trace of surprise in his eyes. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly and laughed loudly, saying: "Kill, kill all these people. I want the body of that black boy. Since you killed my warrior
Slave, then, from today on, you will be my war slave."
"snort."
Cheng Zizai hummed, looked into the air, and said, "I couldn't beat you before, but now!"
Qilian, who is now injured, is not a comfortable opponent.
But Qi Lian laughed and said, "That depends on your ability." Qi Lian said, looking at the two people beside him, and said, "Three war slaves were killed, my Qiu Hua,
As well as your Mu Yunshan's Thousand Blades, your war slaves and their war slaves are still there. Let them take action and trap the black boy."
After finishing speaking, Qi Lian raised his voice and shouted: "The battle is decided!"
On the other side, from the battle group on the Tu Meng Major's side, two voices replied: "Don't worry, Master, it will be solved immediately." The voices were sent out by energy and could be heard by everyone present.
Because the Black Stone Department was successful and a group of people came at the same time, the main battlefield of this war was here. On the other side of the Tu Meng Department, there were only two strong men like Hua Qianren sitting there.
Formation. But even so, the battle over there is extremely pessimistic. Listening to the voices of the two people, it is quite relaxing.
After receiving the order, the three war slaves cheered up and rushed towards Lei Yan with their swords in hand.
Cheng Zizai snorted coldly and raised his long sword to stop the three war slaves. Unexpectedly, Lei Yan, who was standing behind him, gently pulled Cheng Zizai and said: "Go and hold that Qilian.
We cannot allow him to interfere with the rest of the war group. Leave these three war slaves to me."
"But, your body?" Cheng Zizai asked worriedly.
"Hey, don't worry, they can't kill me yet." Lei Yan took a deep breath, stood up, and regained some of his strength.
"Okay! Just be careful."
As soon as Cheng Zi gritted his teeth and activated his energy, his body rushed forward. Wei Er, the huge white wolf and Jiuye who came over all found their opponents and continued the unfinished battle.
Lei Yan watched the three war slaves rushing towards him with cold eyes, gritted his teeth, forced himself to lift his legs and started running.
The wind pushed his body, widening the distance between him and the war slaves, and came to those war slaves. The bloody blade harvested the lives of the war slaves one after another. After killing dozens of war slaves, he wielded one
Under the knife, a faint blood-colored knife shadow was left. As soon as the knife shadow appeared, it quickly looked for a guilty person and swallowed the blood of the guilty person.
And he is no longer avoiding the three war slaves, because if he gets out of the way, the war slaves will join the shameless battle.
Facing the attacks of these war slaves with difficulty, his body would be knocked away from time to time.
But soon, the shadow separated by the blood blade flew back with rich blood essence, integrated into his body, and then left again.
After receiving such a stream of blood essence, his physical strength kept up and his energy became better, and he continued to support the three slaves.