My filial piety has gone bad

At the same time, a spherical blood streak appeared on the periphery of the ever-shrinking space barrier.

In the center of the blood pattern, the space, dark mist and spiritual power are fused and distorted, recreating the physical body of the cloth strip man.

He turned his neck, making a cracking sound like dry bones, and released ashes that were as thin as smoke.

A pair of orange eyes, like the flames of the abyss, regained their expression.

"If it wasn't for the reincarnation blood sacrifice, it would have fallen into the hands of this kid."

After finishing speaking, red streaks of blood burned all over his body.

"Almost forgot, I'm a demon."

His strength doubled tenfold in an instant.

With a dodge, he solved the Daomeng deacon who was shrinking the barrier in the air with his bare hands.

From the spatial anchor point in the west, the outer wall of the barrier was torn apart.

Then forcibly distorted the space, changed the trajectory of Xiao Ran Yanjia, and flew towards him.

The ground then twisted.

Wen Yushu stood up with his sword, his face ashen.

He wanted to pick up a ready-made corpse, but the enemy not only did not die, but was reborn with the blood sacrifice of reincarnation, and shot back with a stronger posture.

Just now he had reason to wait for Ling Zhouyue, now he can only do it.

"One Sword Art."

Wen Yushu jumped into the air, and the long sword under his feet suddenly accelerated, gliding quickly in the twisted space, using his strength to accelerate, and rushed towards the cloth strip man.

The chaotic cloth man covered with burning blood streaks raised his hand again and clamped the giant sword.

"You are also a disciple of the Academy, but your swordsmanship is a bit far behind that of Li's."

Before the words fell, the giant sword turned, revealing the same five other swords, piercing the cloth man's lower abdomen.

Only then did the cloth strip man realize that this sword has six sides, just like a dice.

What he just smashed was just a sword face!

"Wonderful!"

The cloth man clapped his hands.

After the space enchantment was torn, his space spells returned to their original level.

This sword has five sides, all of which pass through the body.

He was unscathed!

He raised his hand and cut Wen Yushu's waist and abdomen into two parts.

Wen Yushu was taken aback for a moment, the person was already in two pieces and fell from the sky.

"Senior Wen!"

In Juyan's cockpit, Hualian yelled in shock.

It can be resurrected after being patted into meatloaf, and even defeated a monk in the fit state with one blow...

Only now does Hua Lian understand that this person is no ordinary enemy, and definitely has a big ulterior plan!

Xiao Ran had already drooped his eyelids and sat cross-legged on the ground.

"Don't be nervous, with Ranger here, Senior Wen won't die so easily, you should worry about us."

The voice just fell.

Junzi raised his palm slowly towards the direction Yanjia was flying towards.

The red giant shadow Buddha's palm suddenly appeared, and a spiral black hole was split in the palm, like the power of the nether world, pulling the armor from space and spiritual power in both directions.

Yanjia had no power to resist, and quickly flew towards Junzi.

There was no fluctuation in Xiao Ran's heart, and he did nothing except take the one-winged bird back to the system space.

A sword-like figure was siphoned by Junzi's giant palm, and flew over even faster.

Passing by Yanjia, one zhang away from Juying's palm, he lifted his foot and wiped sparks in the space, and then he could barely stop, staggered and stood firm.

"Senior Sister Ling Zhou!"

Hua Lian held her breath and watched nervously.

Ling Zhouyue heard that Yanjia had appeared, got up in a daze, and rushed over staggeringly.

As a result, it was pulled by a strange siphon force, passed by the baby Yanjia, and almost hit a huge palm shadow.

In a daze, the person woke up from sleep, but the wine was not fully awake yet.

I vaguely feel like I've seen this palm technique somewhere before.

"What kind of palm law is this?"

Junzi was slightly taken aback.

After all the calculations, I still met Ling Zhouyue.

But now that we have encountered it, there is no need to run away.

But how can I be sure if it is really as strong as the legend?

The giant shadow's palm instantly turned into a bloody mouth, and with the pressure of the solidified space, it swallowed Ling Zhouyue in one gulp.

However, Ming Ya seemed to be drained by the tide, and the speed of devouring became slower and slower, and he swallowed it in front of Ling Zhouyue, completely stagnant.

The spiritual power driven by it seemed to be drained by the ebb tide, empty and powerless.

Only the simple palm shape is left in the air, and the structure of the spirit pattern in it is fully visible.

Ling Zhouyue frowned.

"It's not a magic trick..."

She was suddenly a little bored, raised her head to drink with one hand, raised her finger with the other, pierced Junzi's brow.