Chapter Seven Hundred and Seventh Death Suffocation

Fan Qinglong's complexion changed sharply, and the true energy in his body gushed out and covered the wound.

The wound healed in the blink of an eye.

But Feiduan's eyes became more and more gloomy, the blood on the bloody March sickle was gathered up by him, and his mouth grinned, and the blood instantly turned into a blood line and appeared around him.

Cast the spell directly.

Seeing Feiduan's movements, Fan Qinglong's eyes suddenly condensed, and a chill surged in his heart.

He saw the photo of Feiduan's last battle.

His eyes changed immediately, and then they gritted their teeth, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed directly from his mouth, landing on the flaming glazed sword tower.

Immediately, the flaming sword energy in the flaming glazed sword tower rose wildly.

One after another sword qi exuding endless flames spewed out from the sword tower, resisting ten magic shadows.

boom!

With the help of blood essence, the sword tower directly shook away ten ghosts.

Then a huge flaming giant sword appeared above the sword tower.

The flames rose in the giant sword, and the surrounding space felt a sense of dissolution under this flame.

The moment the giant sword appeared, Fan Qinglong immediately slashed towards Feiduan without any hesitation.

He wouldn't let Feiduan have the chance to cast a curse.

The flaming giant sword rose into the sky and instantly appeared above the flying section.

The fiery flame power directly melted the blood-colored threads in Feiduan's hands.

Fan Qinglong will not cast a curse on the opponent.

After the blood was melted away, the flaming giant sword still slashed towards Feiduan.

Looking at the flaming giant sword coming from the sky, Feiduan's hideous face showed a hint of surprise, and the other party did not let him launch a curse.

Looking at the flaming giant sword shrouded in it, Feiduan felt a little helpless. He practiced physique.

He is really hard to resist these attacks similar to energy bodies.

He moved his body, but found that the giant sword was directly pressing on his body like a mountain.

"See if you can still die under my sword!"

The corner of Fan Qinglong's mouth had a cold expression.

boom!

The great sword fell.

But at the moment of falling, the boiling flames on the original giant sword seemed to be absorbed by something in the blink of an eye.

The shot is the corner.

A head appeared on Jiaodu's back. The head just opened its mouth and sucked the flame into its mouth.

laugh!

But the heavy sword still pierced Feiduan's body directly.

Blood flowed from Feiduan's pierced body.

Feiduan looked at his chest with hideous eyes, and there was a cruel blood-devouring smile at the corner of his mouth.

Fan Qinglong looked horrified when he saw that he was pierced through his body.

Because although the opponent's body was pierced, the aura on the opponent's body did not weaken at all.

"Who the hell is this?"

Fan Qinglong said in horror.

At this moment, in the sky, the ten floating ghosts actually merged together.

The fusion shadow became dozens of feet in size, and the demonic energy was entangled all over the body, and violent and bloody demonic energy erupted from the shadow.

The outburst of demonic energy made Fan Qinglong's body boil with sword energy, as if he was out of his control.

boom!

The phantom punched Fan Qinglong with a punch.

This punch seemed to gather the power of ten ghosts, and attacked Fan Qinglong like a stormy wave.

Fan Qinglong's expression changed drastically when he saw this punch.

I have been enveloped by the whole fist,

There is no chance of going back.

His eyes froze, a fierce light surged on his face, he shouted, and poured all the sword energy in his body into the floating flame glazed sword tower in front of him.

And still spewing a mouthful of blood into it.

After this mouthful of blood essence, Fan Qinglong's face became pale.

With the injection of sword energy and blood essence, the flame glazed sword tower, the light became more bright.

A sharp sword qi burst out from the sword tower.

The sword energy that erupted seemed to be able to cut open all the surrounding space.

He raised his hand and grabbed the flame glazed sword tower.

Then, in the sword tower, flames, sword energy, and the color of colored glaze gathered crazily, and finally formed a flaming glazed sword seal.

A powerful sword light erupted from the sword seal, and the sword light was filled with an endless killing energy.

He directly blasted the sword mark out.

The sword print slammed into the fist that the shadow blasted out.

boom!

The powerful sword print collided with the fist, making a violent explosion sound.

"How many punches can this sword mark be?"

At this moment, the sound of laughing three times appeared in Fan Qinglong's ear.

When his voice fell, the ghost shadow punched again, punching punches, and punches were stronger than punches.

After ten punches, Fan Qinglong's sword seal was shattered.

puff!

A mouthful of blood sprayed out from Fan Qinglong's mouth.

Just at this time.

At this time, a force of energy wrapped the sprayed blood, and it was Jiaodu who shot.

After Jiaodu caught Fan Qinglong's blood, he sent it directly to Feiduan's Bloody March Scythe.

The Curse of Flying Dan is activated again.

Seeing this, Fan Qinglong wanted to stop it, but the ghost in the air continued to punch.

Stop him from getting out.

boom!

After Fan Qinglong blocked the punch, the Feiduan Curse Formation appeared.

He stood in the circle and looked at Fan Qinglong, his face was even more hideous.

In Fan Qinglong's eyes, a pitch-black spear appeared in Feiduan's hand.

In fact, the main purpose of this jet-black spear is not to attack the opponent, but to cause damage to the target by stabbing himself with the spear.

laugh!

The pitch-black spear was inserted directly into his chest.

"what!"

Just when Feiduan stabbed his chest, Fan Qinglong let out a scream.

His chest was also pierced, and blood was flowing.

Under the effect of this wound, the sword energy in his body was a little violent.

But he was also extremely fearful.

The opponent's method is too strange.

He clutched his wound and quickly backed away, but the moment he backed away, Feiduan actually pierced his right leg with that jet-black spear!

laugh!

A huge blood-colored hole appeared in the right leg.

Fan Qinglong, who fled, only felt a sharp pain in his right leg, and then a blood-colored hole appeared, and blood kept flowing out.

He mobilized the infuriating energy in his body to repair the injury on his body.

puff!

But at this moment, a blood hole appeared in his dantian, and he couldn't use any power in his body.

He looked at Feiduan.

At this moment, Feiduan just took the pitch-black spear out of his dantian.

He looked at Fan Qinglong grimly, and the pitch-black spear was aimed at his neck.

In Fan Qinglong's terrified eyes.

The jet-black spear pierced his throat directly, and the blood gurgled down from the spear.

Fan Qinglong watched Feiduan thrust the spear into his throat.

Then I felt a blood hole in my throat, and gurgling blood flowed out.

As the blood continued to flow, his breath began to weaken.

His eyes became blurred, and he finally fell to the ground with a plop.

Fan Qinglong, the master of the first hall of the Sword Palace, died like this in his first hall.

It's a bit too suffocating to die.