Genius Demon Empress

With this "killing" roar, Zhan Beiao's whole body was full of evil spirits, his fists were tense, and the profound energy behind him surged like a raging flood. A ferocious head of a blood-headed war lion appeared on his chest.

His arm was raised suddenly, and he wrote the letter of challenge in a condescending and unquestionable tone: "I, in the name of Dragon Warrior Iron Blood Man, challenge you."

Anyone who is familiar with Zhan Beiao knows that he loves fighting like his life, especially when he meets a master, no matter what the opponent's status, status or cultivation level, in his eyes, he treats him equally, even when he faced Long Chen back then. The same is true for Long Aoshi, the Heavenly Protector of the Zhan Empire and the alchemy master.

Seeing that Zhan Beiao insisted on fighting, Xie San sneered in his heart, and directed the remaining members behind him to wait and see what happened.

But Fa Xiaoyi's face was gloomy, he neither ran away nor retreated, no one knew what was going on in his heart at this moment.

The blood prison army retreated collectively, leaving an open space, and no one knew what the next battle would be like.

Lie Rou and the others looked at each other, wondering what the relationship between the old master who appeared halfway and Yue Jinghua was.

Lie Rou couldn't help asking Hong Ling in a low voice: "When did Hua'er worship Master?"

Hong Ling faltered for a while, and didn't know how to explain it. Where did the master come from behind the lady, but who imitated this lifelike old man's voice? After the young lady escaped from prison, where is she now?

"Aww, it's a big deal now, Sin Parrot, you have to show your strength, this lunatic Zhan Beiao wants to challenge you, no, he's challenging the local fierce and ugly. Tsk tsk, that's the mad lion of the blood prison, the peak of Tianxuan The best of the younger generation. The earth is fierce and ugly, you better ignore the few people in the Jingxinyuan, and teleport away first." Pin Jincan sees Concubine Sha appear, and the people who want to come to the Jingxinyuan will not die anymore risk.

It turned out that the old man who relied on the old to sell the old and put on airs just now was just Yue Jinghua who spoke through the sinful nautilus.

Pin Jincan had just finished speaking, but felt a little strange all over her body.

Yue Jinghua, who was originally sitting cross-legged in the Sea of ​​Moxi Xing Consciousness, communicating with the sinful parrot, opened his eyes suddenly when he heard it.

His heartbeat was speeding up, and his blood was surging like a waterfall, as if he had been affected by Zhan Beiao's evil spirit.

The influence of the dark, occluded evil spirit that also came from Sen Luohai.

Killing, fighting, no one can stop the uncontrollable killing intent in her body.

After forbearance for one night, after several days of being in prison, and a large amount of evil spirits in her body with nowhere to vent, at this moment, the evil spirits around Yue Jinghua's body were in a state of blowout.

No one can stop it, not even Zhan Beiao.

Outside Liejiabao, everyone waited with bated breath for the hidden old man to show up. It was a rare opportunity for the strong to confront each other.

Boom, a blinding white light suddenly brightened from somewhere, like the North Pole star tearing through the darkness of dawn, it was so abruptly bright, so astonishing.

"!!" Zhan Beiao was the first to feel that evil intent, such similar evil aura, and that star-like killing flame.

It's Shayan!

All the remnant members including Xie San were shocked. It was a killing flame that could only be cultivated by a very small number of elites in the Assassin League. Only a real strong assassin who has experienced the baptism of blood can cultivate such a pure killing flame .

Could it be that the old man has something to do with the Assassin League?

Xie San suddenly felt scruples, if Yue Jinghua really worshiped this old man's sect, then the next chase would be very difficult.

"Keng--"

After the great sword hanging in mid-air remained still for most of the night, at this moment, it groaned like water.

The air twisted into ripples, and the big sword danced out of thin air, and after drawing a moving sword flower, the tip of the sword pointed obliquely at the ground.

At that moment, although there was still no figure in sight, in everyone's minds, they clearly imagined a scene of a master wielding a sword with extraordinary bearing.

"..." Qingpu curled his lips, the world is ignorant, and he doesn't know that someone is just a rookie who has just learned how to use a sword, and his sword is only a little bit better than a pig butcher.

Jumping to the ground, Ao Beizhan's feet are a little bit faster than lightning, stronger than a gust of wind, and a person has turned into a fierce beast that preys on its prey.

He judged the general position of the "old man" by the gesture of the sword, and the two bloody fists in his hands instantly struck out countless fist shadows.

The fist shadow roared loudly, as if thousands of soldiers and horses were passing through the border.

Aobei fought fast, but the old man who kept hiding and refused to show up was very slow.

Even a person like Lierou who has no understanding of profound strength can clearly see the old man's movements.

He raised the sword and pushed it forward very normally, even the street performers were more agile than him.

"Be careful," Lie Rou didn't know why, but her heart tightened at this moment. In her heart, this old man who claimed to be her daughter's master seemed to be her family.

"Swish, swish, swish," after the old man's sword was pushed out, a phantom appeared beside the sword. Dozens of sword shadows appeared.

There are all things in the world, there are all phenomena, there are truths, and there are illusions.

Salman's snake girl illusion is a kind of illusion.

If the illusion comes true, it will have the same power as the real existence. It is rumored that if the sword is refined to a high level, thousands of sword images can be transformed into illusions.

A sword is an image, and a sword master who has cultivated can even use a sword to transform into countless sword images, and a sword can kill thousands of troops.

"Sword Elephant!" Qin Gang and the others gasped. They had expected the old man to be very strong, but they never thought that he would be so strong.

Once the sword image is complete, it is as continuous as a cloud of air, blocking all of Zhan Beiao's punches.

Suddenly, the big sword disappeared out of thin air and appeared behind Zhan Beiao. The sword light was like a white chain, and it fell heavily. the spine.

"The light of the blood hell, Yu," the blood lion on Zhan Beiao's chest turned redder, and a red purgatory lion helmet seemed to grow out of his body, immediately covering his back and face , Limbs and knees and other critical positions.

Zhan Beiao has experienced hundreds of battles, although the old man's weird swordsmanship made him a little confused for a while, but at this moment, his advantage as a strong man at the peak of Tianxuan was brought into full play.

"Mice, die," Zhan Beiao roared, and was about to make the final blow, fighting to the death with the old man behind him.

"Bei Ao, save me," the woman's trembling voice came over at this very moment.

Concubine Sha's face turned pale, and she saw that Fa Xiaoyi had already restrained Concubine Sha, with a gloomy face, holding a strange black hairpin in his hand, aiming at Concubine Sha's throat.