Chapter 1305 The Fierce Clan Appears

Yan Beichen was surrounded by two kinds of terrifying demons, Lihen and Shura, and once again killed the fairy sword!

puff! puff! puff!

The two terrifying magic arts of "The Book of Lies" and "The Book of Asura" have been pushed to the limit. Yan Beichen seems to be coming from a sea of ​​blood, and his suffocation is soaring to the sky!

Many sword sect masters could not stop Yan Beichen's killing at all.

Shura held the Demon Sword of Li Hate in his hand, as if the ancient demon emperor had appeared in the world, and many sword sects had perished.

What Jinghong Sword Intent, Wusheng Sword Intent, can't stop the sharp edge of the Demon Sword of Li Hate!

In the blink of an eye, there were only a dozen or so of the thirty-odd masters of the Sword Sect.

Moreover, the faces of every sword sect master showed panic and fear, and kept retreating.

Although the fit can be full of vitality and can even be reborn from a severed limb, how can there be serious injuries under the hatred magic knife?

All are dead souls!

Many merging powers have practiced so far, some for more than 10,000 years, but they don't want to die here.

Some sword sect masters turned around and fled, not daring to fight against Yan Beichen again.

Standing in the crowd, Xianjian became more and more panicked, and looked at the unfamiliar faces beside him as if asking for help.

These unfamiliar faces are all powerful and powerful from the six fierce races, but they just changed their faces and hid their real bodies!

At this moment, the powerhouses of the six fierce clans had solemn expressions and stood up one after another.

"I can't watch it anymore, I have to do it and kill it!"

Han Lingshen said slowly.

"Yes, if he is allowed to grow, this is an unimaginable threat to our Fierce Clan!" Heavenly Eye Clan Great Master also nodded.

"Fellow Daoists, thank you for your help, the grace of saving your life will definitely be remembered in your heart!"

Xianjian looked overjoyed, thinking that it was Yan Beichen that the six fierce clan powerhouses were going to deal with.

Hearing Xianjian's words, the third prince of Jinwu sneered and looked disdainful.

To be honest, the six fierce races didn't take the human cultivators present seriously in their hearts.

The Immortal Sword is well-known in the cultivation world. In the eyes of the Third Prince of the Golden Crow and others, he is like an ant. Who cares about his life or death?

"What's your name?"

The third prince of Jinwu stretched out his palm, patted Xianjian's cheek, and said, "You are not qualified to be brothers and sisters with me. Your life and death have nothing to do with us, hehe."

Xianjian was once a titled disciple of Jianzong, and even if his Primordial Spirit was injured, he was still a great power.

But now, he was slapped on the cheek by the third prince of the Golden Crow!

The smile on Xianjian's face froze.

He has practiced so far, how has he ever suffered such humiliation!

If it were someone else who dared to treat him like this, he would fight back immediately, and he would use all means to torture the opponent to death and bring his bones to ashes!

But in front of him is the third prince of Jinwu.

Next to the third prince of the Golden Crow, there are also the combined powers of the other fierce clans. Whenever he shows a little bit of disobedience, before Yan Beichen can kill him, he will be obliterated by the powerhouses of the six fierce clans!

The third prince of Jinwu didn't pay attention to him at all, and soon left with the other fierce powerhouses and walked towards Su Zimo.

Xianjian did not move, his fists clenched tightly, his body trembled slightly, and his face swelled red.

Until the six fierce races left, he still didn't say a word, and let the other party smash his dignity under trampling!

Xianjian gritted his teeth, looked at Yan Beichen who came from a distance, and said nothing.

He knew that he couldn't compare to Yan Beichen after all.

If he had moved from another place, Yan Beichen would definitely have dared to attack the six fierce clans, but he did not dare to reveal even the slightest dissatisfaction!

on another battlefield.

Su Zimo's heaven and earth are invincible and invincible, and there is no one fit power that can stop him!

The Poison Sect Master who had threatened to poison Ye Ling just now turned pale with fright and quickly backed away.

"Where to escape!"

Su Zimo shouted loudly.

The law of heaven and earth waved a long whip, crossed the void, and instantly slapped the body of this poisonous sect master, smashing it to pieces, and died on the spot!

After this killing, the distance between Su Zimo and Ye Ling was extremely close!

Su Zimo's eyes widened, and the thunder and lightning whip took advantage of the situation, trying to drag Ye Ling on the ground over.

suddenly!

A blood-red vine emerged, exuding an extremely evil aura, and instantly hit the lightning whip!

The power of thunder and lightning and the fire of samadhi erupted instantly!

The blood-colored vine shrank a bit, and a charred black surface appeared, but it did not hurt the root.

But the power of the thunder and lightning whip was completely resolved!

Su Zimo didn't even think about it, the nine-zhang-nine dharma of heaven and earth stepped forward, swung his arms round, and slammed it down while holding the lotus platform of good fortune.

At the same time, the Devil's Scythe also came!

"Good come!"

A figure flickered out, transformed, transformed into the body shape, blond hair danced, blue eyes were deep, and the whole body was filled with golden blood!

Whoa!

In the body of this figure, there was a sound of waves!

Blood is like a tide!

This figure did not use any magic weapon, but just hit the lotus platform with his bare hands!

Seeing this scene, Qun Xiu was shocked!

You must know that even the powerful magic weapon may not be able to resist the power of Su Zimo's magic, let alone flesh and blood.

boom!

The lotus platform of good fortune collided with this person's fist, and there was a loud noise!

This figure stepped back half a step, but his fist was intact, and the lotus platform of good fortune was blocked back!

The blond man shook his palms and grinned, "It really hurts."

Taking over the lotus platform of good fortune with bare hands, it just hurts a little!

On the other side, as soon as the Scythe of the Devil was slashed, it was blocked by a cold light, and sparks splashed around!

A tall figure stood in the air, with a green face and fangs. It was extremely ugly. A pair of dark fleshy wings grew behind him. He held two crescent-shaped scimitars in both hands.

The Taikoo Ferocious Clan finally appeared!

Su Zimo was very familiar with the two murderous clans who shot at the back.

The blond and blue-eyed are the Protoss.

Those with green faces and fangs, born with wings, are Rakshasa clan!

As for what blocked his thunder and lightning whip, it was an extremely evil plant, waving countless blood-colored vines.

Each vine seems to be a thick blood vessel. At the top of the vine, there is a human face, no nose, no eyes, only a large mouth with a bloody basin. The sharp fangs inside are interlaced, flashing cold light, and it seems that it can be torn apart. Crush everything!

Although he has never seen this vicious clan, Su Zimo guessed vaguely through this form that this should be another great ancient vicious clan, the blood vine clan!

According to legend, the blood vines live by devouring the blood of all living beings.

Even if it is the blood of the other fierce races, it will not refuse!

Any creature that strays into the territory of the Bloodvine Clan will be shredded and devoured by it, turning it into its own nourishment, leaving no bones left, extremely ferocious!

Su Zimo moved in his heart and vaguely thought of something.

But at this time, he was in a dangerous place, unable to protect himself, and Ye Ling was not rescued, and his spirit was tense, and he really didn't have the heart to think about it, and the aura disappeared in a flash.