Grassroots Immortality

Faced with Xue Donghe's angry shout, Lin Xian ignored him.

Swinging his fist, several punches were swung out again, shooting towards Xue Donghe.

Seeing Lin Xian like this, Xue Donghe suddenly felt murderous.

Even if killing Lin Xian would cause some trouble to Futu Palace, he planned to do so.

Otherwise, the anger in his heart would not be vented.

Lin Xian felt this murderous aura from Xue Donghe, but he didn't care.

The punches Lin Xian swung out this time were not all his strength. He didn't want to kill the person in front of him and cause trouble for Kaitian Sect.

Looking at the punches coming, Xue Donghe used his Yuanli to quickly condense a blood-colored shield.

The punch hit the blood-colored shield, and the force was much reduced.

The punch passed through the blood-colored shield and hit Xue Donghe's body.

"Puff puff puff!"

A few muffled sounds rang out, and Xue Donghe suddenly felt a stream of power invading his body.

Under the influence of these forces, his body was pushed back dozens of feet, and at the same time, severe pain began to spread from several parts of his body.

During the retreat, Xue Donghe touched the storage bag again, and a blood-red shield appeared in front of him.

Xue Donghe was repelled by Lin Xian, but Lin Xian did not stop there. Instead, he continued to follow Xue Donghe and began to swing his fists.

Lin Xian tried his best to control the strength of his fists. This game has just begun. Since the monks of Futu Palace and Zhengyang Palace like to play, Lin Xian is willing to play with them.

The blood-red shield has been activated by Xue Donghe, and several fists hit the blood-red shield.

The fists hit the blood-red shield and made several sounds again.

The blood-red shield also blocked Lin Xian's attack.

At this moment, Xue Donghe's face was ferocious, and he injected Yuanli into the golden axe crazily.

With the continuous injection of Yuanli, the golden axe was shining more brightly.

This time, Xue Donghe did not hold back, he was determined to kill Lin Xian.

Seeing the golden axe coming towards him again, Lin Xian threw several punches at the golden axe.

Several punches shot towards the golden axe at a very fast speed.

"Dangdangdang..."

When the punches hit the golden axe, several sounds were heard.

The golden axe was knocked away by the punches again.

And this time, the strength of Lin Xian's punches also increased suddenly. After the golden axe was attacked by Lin Xian's punches, the whole body of the golden axe was constantly flashing.

It looked like it was seriously damaged.

Lin Xian had already seen that a crack had appeared on the axe body of the golden axe.

And Xue Donghe also discovered this.

Xue Donghe looked at Lin Xian with an incredible look on his face, and all he saw was a face without any expression.

Because of this, Xue Donghe felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart.

After the golden axe was knocked away, Lin Xian approached Xue Donghe's body again.

Without any surprise, under Lin Xian's continuous attack, the blood-colored shield was shattered by Lin Xian again.

At this time, Xue Donghe seemed to understand something.

The strength of the cultivator in front of him must be above his.

As a genius of Futu Palace, he obviously did not want to accept this fact.

The battle had only just begun, and Xue Donghe had already lost three treasures. While feeling distressed, he also discovered a problem, that is, this Kaitian Sect disciple was obviously a little timid and did not fight with all his strength.

It can be seen that this person is still very afraid of Futu Palace.

But he is different. Even if he kills this person, he does not have much psychological burden.

Such a battle is not fair at all. He may be able to seize this opportunity to make Kaitian Sect lose a genius disciple.

Even if it costs some price, it is a big profit for his Futu Palace.

Thinking of this, Xue Donghe completely gave up the last trace of doubt.

With a loud shout, Xue Donghe began to pinch his hands and chant.

Suddenly, Xue Donghe's body exuded a strong bloody smell, and the blood-colored mist began to wrap him up, and Xue Donghe's figure gradually became blurred.

The range of the blood-colored mist became larger and larger, and finally, Xue Donghe's figure completely disappeared in the blood-colored mist.

Lin Xian exerted his consciousness to the extreme, but he could not find Xue Donghe's location.

The fist force passed through Xue Donghe's original position, just like passing through the air, without making any sound.

Lin Xian continued to punch around, and the result was no different.

The blood-colored mist quickly filled the sky and completely enveloped the area of ​​more than ten miles.

Lin Xian was also deeply trapped in it.

At this moment, Lin Xian seemed to have entered another world, a chaotic world, with pungent bloody smell everywhere.

And he seemed to be trapped in a blood-colored swamp, unable to extricate himself.

"Senior Brother Xue actually used the Blood Demon Realm. The cultivators of Kaitian Sect are asking for trouble. Forcing Senior Brother Xue to use such a method, he will definitely not have a good ending!"

"Alas!... If it were me, it would be wise to let Senior Brother Xue beat me up and end it. Now that I have damaged several treasures of Senior Brother Xue, I am afraid I will be useless if I don't die!"

Hearing the words of several cultivators from Futu Palace, the disciples of Kaitian Sect also showed worried expressions.

Lin Xian had slashed brilliantly in the past, and although they were full of confidence, how could those opponents compare with these cultivators in front of them.

These cultivators are the ones that the top sects in the spiritual world intend to focus on training. They are not only talented, but also have learned the true teachings of the sect.

But now it was useless to worry, they could only hope that Lin Xian could create a miracle again.

In the Blood Demon Realm, Lin Xian had a solemn face, he had never seen the monks use methods before.

After being wrapped in blood mist, Lin Xian also felt a trace of dangerous breath.

Lin Xian had no time to think about it, and suddenly felt abnormal fluctuations behind him.

A blood-colored sword was slashing towards his back.

Lin Xian threw several punches, and the blood-colored sword turned into blood mist again.

Just as his blood-colored sword disappeared, a blood-colored hammer appeared behind Lin Xian again, smashing his head hard.

Lin Xian swung his fist again and punched several times.

Several punches hit the blood-colored hammer, and the blood-colored hammer turned into blood mist again and disappeared without a trace.

These were all attacks condensed by blood mist. These attacks seemed light, but Lin Xian did not dare to be careless.

After the blood-red hammer disappeared, several blood-red figures appeared around Lin Xian, waving their weapons and attacking Lin Xian again, without giving him a moment to rest.

At this moment, Lin Xian did not dare to be careless, and exerted his full strength. The blood-red figure dissipated again and turned into blood mist.

However, just as the blood-red figure disappeared, a blood-red tiger suddenly appeared, roared to the sky, opened its bloody mouth, and rushed towards Lin Xian.