Sword Master Ling Tian

"Hehe, am I looking for death?"

"It's you who is dying."

The gray robe demon clan's voice was extremely hoarse, like an old wooden wipe, making people chill.

However, he casually turned the blood into flames and crystal nuclei and took it in his hands, and smiled: "Tsk tsk, such exuberant and pure blood is really rare."

"Let go, that's not your thing."

Lin Yanyan narrowed her eyes.

"Haha, put it down? Then not!?"

The gray robe demon clan sneered.

"Then die!?"

Lin Yanyan's anger also reached its extreme. He immediately shook his hand, and the long whip shook the sky, and suddenly drew it over.

"The combat power is not weak."

"But, are you still my opponent now!?"

The gray robe demon clan sneered, and a feather fan in his hand immediately turned over.

Suddenly, flying sand and rocks, a black whirlwind wrapped in pitch black thunder, it suddenly swept out. .

Bang!

The fire and wind raged, and with a blast, the aftermath swept across the canyon.

Lin Yanyan let out a muffled snort, and backed back hundreds of feet.

The sky behind it was torn again, a pain in the heart.

But Lin Yanyan gritted his teeth, but didn't say a word.

And the gray-robed demon clan was also shocked and withdrew.

"Haha, I said I hate old monsters, you can't do this, you can't suppress even a wounded banshee!?"

However, when the storm dissipated, one after another silhouettes fell from the top of the cliff, leaving nothing behind.

The talking demon was the giant bear demon Quesen.

And the saint Luan Yunlin also fell from the sky.

All of a sudden, a hundred powerful monsters came, finally making Lin Yanyan's expression change.

She really didn't realize when she was surrounded by such a group of monster clan masters.

"Sage of the Luan clan!?"

"Sister Yanyan, be careful, they are from the main city of Qingluan."

The extremely banshee of Xuanmu City was shocked when she saw the hundred powerful demon clan who had fallen.

A gray-robed demon clan made them helpless, so many appeared now.

"Holy woman, I am Kong Ling'er, the protagonist of the Confucian family of City Xuanmu. If the holy woman is attracted to this blood, we will give in. Just beg you, let us have a way out."

The badly injured banshee pleaded with blood.

"Hehe, I didn't intend to kill you little monsters..."

"Now, this blood and crystal nucleus I have succeeded, and I can give you a way out."

"But the whip in your hand is good, call it out together!"

The saint looked down, with an indisputable tone, as if she was ordering Lin Yanyan.

"You want my weapon?"

"I'm afraid you are thinking too much, you can't take this weapon, and you can't take the blood!"

Lin Yanyan never thought of giving away the blood.

Even the saint of the Luan tribe can't do it!

"Heh, I didn't expect you to be quite tough."

"Why, just what you look like now, you deserve to be here, yelling with me, Luan Yunlin!?"

"What I am fond of, who dares to refuse, that is a dead word!"

"Get sick of Queson, kill them for me!"

The sage Qingluan was moody, and immediately snorted, and the strong figure of the monster race rushed up.

"Hey, don't get bored with your shot, I'm Quesen alone is enough!"

When the sound fell, Naquesen was a bear roar that shook the canyon, his fist slammed down like a mountain.

"Huh, something stupid."

Lin Yanyan sneered, but did not use the long whip in his hand, and immediately raised his hand to greet him with a palm.

Bang!

The palms of the fists intersected, and Lin Yanyan exploded once again, deflating it with one fist.

"hateful!"

Lin Yanyan's arms trembled. If it wasn't for her injury, and adding a battle with the blood spirit, how could the demon power tribe transformed by his demonization technique into a demon power tribe? How could Quesen retreat! ?

However, Naquesen's face was a little embarrassed when he failed to make a contribution with one punch.

"Come again!"

This time, he pulled out an exaggerated pitch-black sledgehammer behind him, rushed straight to the sky, then blasted down and smashed it at Lin Yanyan.

"It's not over!?"

Lin Yanyan was also a little furious, forcibly activating the magical mystery technique, the long whip in his hand once again burst into turbulent fire, and the whip that locked the blood spirit scorpion swept out.

clang!

There was another explosion, this time Lin Yanyan finally couldn't bear the huge force, and flew out.

And Naquesen was not much better, his armor was burnt red, and a **** weal mark appeared on his face.

"Hahaha, Queson, you are a fool, and you look down on me and get bored!?"

"Tell you, just now, her wound has been contaminated with my black poison. If you count the time, it should be about to break out."

Tired suddenly sneered.

Sure enough, Lin Yanyan, who had fallen to the ground, still thought of getting up, but his whole body was suddenly shocked, and the wound on his back was already bleeding black blood.

Lin Yanyan is poisoned!

"You two are useless things. Killing a demon from Profound Wood City is still so ink."

"Hurry up and kill, we have to compete with Luan Yunxiao for the blood master's essence and blood!"

However, the Saint Qingluan was impatient.

"Yes!"

Tired of withering and nodding, his body moved like the wind, and in a flash of black light, it swept towards Lin Yanyan like electricity.

At this time, Lin Yanyan had already lost his energy for action, and in any case, he could not withstand the blow of boredom.

"Haha, die!"

In the void, there was a dark wind and thunder on the feather fan in Tired's hand, and it was about to fall.

Click!

However, just at the moment of the tired shot, the void shattered, and a red flame shield appeared out of thin air, blocking the wind and thunder, and immediately afterwards, a fire-colored large halberd violently slashed from behind the fire shield, and in an instant The feather fan was smashed by the wind and thunder, swept by the force, tired and unable to avoid it, and he was cut back with a scream.

puff!

A mouthful of black blood was scattered across the canyon sky, and the thin, disgusted and embarrassed, rolled down at the feet of the Virgin Qingluan like a dog, half-life almost gone.

"The dignified sage Qingluan, bringing more than a hundred masters of the monster clan to deal with several descendants of the monster clan in Xuanmu City, it really opened my eyes!"

Amidst the smoke and dust in the canyon, a teasing sneer shocked, and the eardrums of the shocking demons trembled.

"Hmph, pretending to be a fool, let me see who is trying to die!"

The sage Qingluan's face suddenly became gloomy, and with a wave of her green robe, she swept away all the smoke and dust in the canyon.

However, before the billowing smoke subsided, a fiery red figure slowly walked out of it.

The crimson armor outlined the figure exquisitely, but every step it fell, the figure seemed to carry a flame of heavenly power, and the heat spread, making all the monster races feel a little dry.

But when their eyes condensed on the gradually clear figure, they couldn't help but let out a surprise.

Because, the monster clan powerhouse that suddenly appeared, they didn't even know.

This person was holding a slender halberd in his hand, and a red flame shield hung on his arm.

Standing in the gorge, a pair of fiery red eyes were full of warfare, but there was some disdain and sneer on his face.