Immortal Young Man on Campus

The sect master saw the flesh wall, his eyes were split, and he roared: "Go away!"

The black bear embraced with both claws, hehe said with a smile: "If you want to escape, let's pass my test first, and let's settle the old and new accounts together."

Previously, the black bear was captured, humiliated, and suffered so much.

The suzerain's eyes flashed, and he said with regret, "If I had known this, I should have killed you beasts."

brute!

These two words deeply stimulated the black bear and other monsters, all of them were fiercely exposed, as if they were going to swallow the sect master alive.

"kill him!"

The black bear roared and charged towards the Sect Master first.

The Sect Master was injured and lost blood, and his footsteps were slightly frivolous.

Boom!

Two strings of sparks bloomed, and it turned out that the black bear's claws were as sharp as knives and as hard as iron, and there was a head-to-head confrontation with the ghost knife.

The black bear grinned, obviously not feeling well. He had played against the sect master and knew how powerful it was, so he was always careful.

This blow made the black bear suffer, but its eyes also lit up, like bright stars, and shouted: "Its combat effectiveness has decreased, let's go together and take revenge!"

boom!

The responders gathered, and the monsters swarmed to attack them.

The Sect Master immediately fell into the ocean. He tried to break free, but found that he was getting deeper and deeper.

These monsters are very cunning, they know that they can rely on many people, and then constantly consume the energy of the sect master, instead of defeating him immediately.

This is a protracted battle, and it is also a battle of wheels.

Yu Mo was in high spirits, this change was really interesting.

He looked at the blood blade suspended in front of him, and said in a trance: "Blood blade, blood blade, you are really unexpected."

hum!

The blood blade trembled, as if responding to Yu Mo's praise.

"Hehe, you can't be proud, we haven't won yet, the enemy hasn't won yet, we still have a long way to go." Yu Mo smiled and warned.

Xueren nodded to Yu Mo, and then, his fierceness was fierce, and the **** light became a little bit more.

"Ah, what are you doing?"

Suddenly, the sect master screamed, his voice was sharp, as if he wanted to penetrate the thick battleship and fly out.

Yu Mo's eyelids moved, he glanced at the blood blade, and then looked at the sect master, thoughtfully.

puff!

Blood spurted out from the Sect Master's wound again, like a red rainbow, flying towards the blood blade from the air.

hum!

The blood blade flew away, swallowing all the blood, shaking joyfully, as if dancing and showing off.

Seeing this, the Sect Master almost vomited three liters of blood, and took a deep breath, suppressing the resentment and anger in his chest.

He looked at the **** wound, his fingers hurried, and fell around the wound, the blood stopped, and temporarily stopped the blood. At the same time, the force of the outward impact in his body was much weaker.

He thought about it, and gradually came to understand.

The blood blade can **** out his blood. This is some kind of hidden attribute of the blood blade. Why didn't he show it the last two times?

There must be some mystery in this.

The sect master looked at the wound, and with a flash of inspiration, he completely understood.

The blood blade hit him, causing a wound before it could **** his blood, and now with the passage of time, the suction has weakened.

This means that some mysterious power of the blood blade must remain in the wound, and then this power will weaken with time, and it will be difficult to **** his blood.

Thinking of this, the Sect Master was overjoyed, and his momentum recovered a bit.

It was the matter just now that made him in chaos, his mind was shaken, and his momentum was severely frustrated.

He stared at Yu Mo with fiery vigor and shouted, "Can you still **** my blood? Can't you do it? Then now is your death!"

Yu Mo was slightly startled, a little surprised, but he calmed down immediately and said, "You are already at the end of your force, and you still dare to shout."

Yu Mo flew forward, and with a big move, the blood blade flew into his palm.

Whoosh whoosh!

A string of sword flowers greeted him, and the sect master hurriedly waved the ghost knife, and a burst of ghost cries and wolf howls came out from the ghost knife, making people shudder.

Yu Mo saw the path of the ghost knife, but his face did not change, and he and the monster together forced the sect master to retreat.

The sect master gritted his teeth with hatred. In fact, the power of the ghost knife is more than that. The most powerful thing is the spirit of the tool, but the spirit of the tool has suffered a loss in the hands of Yu Mo.

The sect master casts the rat and avoids the weapon, and is very afraid of Yu Mo's soul refining spell. He does not dare to use the tool spirit to take risks. He is afraid that it will be refined by Yu Mo, so he wants to cry without tears.

Instead, Sakurako became a supporting role, staring blankly at the embarrassed suzerain. It was hard to imagine that such a high-ranking person would have such an embarrassing day.

She gritted her teeth, extremely relieved.

Whoosh!

She resolutely rushed up and joined the battle group, with a flash of cold light in her hand, and attacked the Sect Master fiercely.

The sect master was furious: "Yingzi, you bastard, you dare to take advantage of others' dangers, and you still want to kill me and daydream."

Whoosh whoosh!

A cold light shot out from the sleeve of the sect master and went straight to Yingzi, eager to put Yingzi to death.

Ping Pong Pong.

The cold light hit, Sakurako's attack failed, and she was very regretful.

At this time, the blood blade fell to the head of the sect master again. The sect master did not dare to be as light as he did with Yingzi, and raised the ghost knife to resist.

clang!

With a flash of sparks, the ghost knife blocked the blood blade, and the stalemate could not last. A huge force burst out from the blood blade and acted on the ghost knife. The ghost knife supported it with difficulty, kept shaking, and seemed to be unable to support it.

"No, I can't just lose like this."

The sect master gritted his teeth and supported him. His cultivation base was higher than Yu Mo, but he lost too much blood and suffered from wheel battles, and his combat power dropped repeatedly.

He was not reconciled.

The blood blade of his eyes almost touched the top of his head, and his life was hanging by a thread.

"Fight, it's death anyway!"

He roared, and a black light surged from the ghost knife, and a ferocious ghost flew out of it, shaking his head, and the blood basin bit the blood knife with a big mouth.

Artifact!

The sect master had no choice but to sacrifice his artifact spirit again, and he didn't care about Yu Mo's soul-refining spell.

As soon as the tool spirit came out, the power was truly extraordinary.

Everyone felt a chilling murderous aura coming towards their faces, making their hearts sway.

Yu Mo is always on guard against the artifact spirit, because he knows that the sect master will definitely take the risk and sacrifice the artifact spirit at a critical moment.

As long as the artifact appears, it will be easier for him to handle it.

Between the lightning and flint, Yu Mo's fingers drew in mid-air, ignoring other people and the sect master, and let the other party see the process of his spell casting.

Yu Mo has long been familiar with the Soul Refining Curse. Seeing the tool spirit biting the blood blade, he shook his head violently, and the blood blade flew out. Then, the big mouth of the tool spirit fell towards Yu Mo's head.

The fishy wind blows.

Without blinking, Yu Mo stared at Qi Ling with an intriguing smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It's good to come! Refining the soul curse!"

Yu Mo roared, pushed forward, and the Soul Refining Curse hit the artifact quickly and accurately.