Master of Beasts

Above the messy Golden Tiger City, twelve blood-red coffins were suspended in them. In each coffin, a cold chain shot out, twisting and twisting in the sky, like raging blood snakes. With an extremely sharp luster.

"Bang bang bang!"

His eyes were indifferent, and the smoke sickle in the hands of Wan Ye Wang was continuously chopped out, and the crisp sound of metal and iron joining together resounded in the sky one after another.

"call out!"

The body was slightly sideways, and a violently shot chain flashed past. King Wanye narrowed his eyes slightly, and on the blade of the smoke sickle, thick smoke swirled, and he slashed towards the point where the chain condensed.

As the smoky light flew across, the heaven and earth above were extremely bright, while below, there was paint and smoke like night.

Spiritual skills, eat day and night!

"broken!"

With a single point of the old man's finger, twelve icy blood-colored chains danced wildly and swiftly, like the ferocious mouth of a blood python, cutting the roaring light and biting fiercely in it.

"Crack!"

When the blood python's mouth was closed, the smoky light shattered and turned into light spots and scattered.

"Go!" The old man waved his palm and took the initiative to attack. Twelve blood-red chains pierced through the air, stabbing towards the King of the Night like lightning.

The sharp sound of breaking the wind resounded endlessly.

"Wan Ye Wang, You Ripple!" Henry Zhang's eyes narrowed slightly.

Twelve blood coffins correspond to twelve high-ranking imperial beasts of the seventh rank, coupled with the supplementary formation, even if the eighth rank imperial beasts are matched, there is little chance of winning.

Even though King Wanye is a profound beast, he is still a bit reluctant.

"Buzz!"

With a wave of Qiyan's sickle blade, the space in front of Wanye King fluctuated in a fan shape, and the slender and sharp chains were also disturbed and twisted.

However, that distortion only lasted half a breath.

"Clatter!"

The twelve blood-colored chains actually adapted to the ups and downs of Youri Ripple, and saw them draw a strange and fierce arc, from all directions, to assassinate the Wanye King in the middle.

Stepping on the tip of a chain, Wan Ye Wang looked solemn, and the sickle blade he swung in his hand collided with the stabbing sickle blade, splashing out little sparks.

However.

"puff!"

The chain passed by, and a piece of smoke-colored cloth fluttered in the sky. In the thick smoke, drops of blood connected into a slender blood line, dripping to the ground.

King of Nights, suffer!

"Humph!"

Anger surged in his eyes, and the King of Nights spun his right hand, and the strangely shaped smoke sickle spun up at high speed. The dense ghost-like smoke flew around, blasting the stabbing chains back and forth.

High-level emperor-level spiritual skills, full of ghosts!

Taking advantage of the chains receding to the surroundings, Wan Ye Wang stepped on the sole of his foot in the air, and the spiritual power of his whole body was crazily poured towards the smoke sickle, and the dazzling light erupted from the sickle blade.

"Bang!"

The sickle was cut down, and the blood coffin in the middle, together with the ghost doll inside, exploded into sawdust!

His eyes narrowed slightly, Wan Ye Wang stepped on a piece of sawdust, his body leaned down slightly, and immediately rose into the sky, bloody chains crossed from where it was just now.

"As expected of a mysterious beast." The old man sighed softly.

The six-winged golden barbarian tiger of the seventh-level high-ranking emperor's vault did not even last a breath under his twelve blood coffins, but the fifth-level Wanye King could not only fight back, but also A blood coffin was destroyed.

"However, that's all for now." The old man shook his head slightly.

To be able to fight this far is already the limit of the King of Nights.

"Clatter!"

The remaining eleven chains, like streaks of blood, completely blocked Wan Ye Wang's escape route, and the tips of the chains released an extremely fierce aura.

"Brother Xiao!" Yang Feng's eyes froze, and he wanted the Blood Demon General to join the battle group.

"No need!" Shaking his head lightly, Henry Zhang said in a condensed voice: "It's not just his ghost puppet who can use chains."

"King of the Night, Thousand Chains!"

Henry Zhang's voice fell, and the King of the Night who was surrounded by chains,

The right arm shook suddenly, and the chain of lacquer smoke wrapped around it rolled rapidly along the sickle blade, and immediately flew in all directions.

That is not one, but hundreds of thousands!

The scene of countless chains scattered and salvoed is truly spectacular.

"Clang clang!"

Holding the sharp sickle blade, Wan Ye Wang Xu stepped into the sky, and the chains of lacquer smoke radiated from the sickle, like huge spider webs, tightly entangled the bloody chains.

"Clatter!"

The eleven blood coffins trembled together, causing the blood chain stretching in the sky to make a rattling sound.

Holding the sickle of the smoke sickle in his hand, the King of Night looked solemn, his right arm trembling uncontrollably.

Even though those blood chains are bound, the strength of the eleven seven-level high-ranking emperor-level spirit beasts is difficult for it to bear. It won't be long before its right arm will be shattered by the strength transmitted by the blood coffin .

"It's still a bit short." The old man sighed and shook his head.

This battle has come to an end.

"That's not necessarily true." Henry Zhang whispered softly.

After such a long period of time, and with the enormous pressure on him, Wan Ye Wang should go one step further.

Holding the smoke sickle tightly, a cold light flashed in Wan Ye Wang's eyes, a surge of aura brewed in his body, and immediately spread loudly.

"Boom!"

There was a muffled sound, and the space oscillated.

The aura of the King of Night skyrocketed, and finally turned into a tornado and hurricane.

That breath has already reached the sixth level!

"Breakthrough?" The old man was stunned.

The probability of a breakthrough in a battle is pitifully small. Once there is a slight difference, let alone a breakthrough, it is very likely that you will be killed by the opponent.

Unless, it is the accumulation of spiritual power to a certain point, and an instant breakthrough.

The Night King, apparently, is the case.

"Qianlianyin, twist!" Henry Zhang grinned slightly.

Fighting is indeed the best way to increase strength.

There is also a reason why he let the King of Thousand Nights join the battle.

Holding the right arm of the smoke sickle tightly, like a rock, motionless, the King of Night's eyes flashed sharply, his right hand suddenly spun, and the smoke-colored chains like spider webs suddenly spun with a creaking sound.

"Bang bang bang!"

The eleven blood coffins all burst into pieces under the twisting of the smoke-colored chains, and some surprise appeared on Yang Feng's face.

Henry Zhang, really won?

The remnants of the blood coffin floated in the sky, and the ghost dolls exposed from it grinned. With a shake of their right hands, the blood chains they grabbed shot out at such a fast speed that they looked like blood-colored sharp edges.

Looking at those ghost puppets and the flying blood chains, Wan Ye Wang waved the smoke sickle in his hand, and swept out with astonishing momentum like the smoke-colored chains wrapped around it.

"Shua!"

The chain swept across, and the bodies of those spirit demon puppets split from the middle in an instant and fell to the ground.

"Ugh!"

His eyes dimmed slightly, the old man took a deep breath, and said slowly: "I will do what I say, from now on..."

The old man's voice remained silent.

"Shhhhhh!"

Three thick blood-colored chains descended from the sky, piercing his body, blood sprayed out, the old man's mouth opened, and only a stream of smoky blood foam gushed out from his mouth.

"Hehe, there is no need for waste that has no use value."

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