Yan Beichen was surrounded by the two terrifying demonic auras of Lihen and Shura, and he attacked the fairy sword again!
puff! puff! puff!
The two terrifying demonic arts of "The Sutra of Li Hate" and "The Sutra of Shura" have been pushed to the limit. Yan Beichen seemed to be walking on a sea of blood, with evil energy soaring to the sky!
Many powerful sword sects could not stop Yan Beichen's killing attack.
Shura holds the Lihen Demonic Sword in his hand, as if the ancient Demon Emperor has appeared in this world, and many sword sect masters have fallen one after another.
The Jinghong Sword Intent and the Wusheng Sword Intent can't stop the edge of the Demonic Sword of Lihen!
In the blink of an eye, out of the thirty or so powerful men in the Sword Sect, only a dozen were left.
Moreover, the faces of every sword sect master showed panic and fear, and they kept retreating.
Although the combined power is full of vitality and can even regenerate severed limbs, how can anyone be seriously injured under the Demon Sword of Lihen
All are dead souls!
Many combined powers have been practicing to this day, some for more than 10,000 years, but they don’t want to die here like this.
Some sword sect masters turned around and fled, not daring to compete with Yan Beichen again.
Xianjian stood among the crowd, feeling increasingly panicked and looking at the unfamiliar faces beside him as if asking for help.
These unfamiliar faces are all powerful men from the six fierce clans, but they have just changed their appearance to hide their true identities!
At this moment, the strong men of the six fierce clans looked solemn, and they all stood up in unison.
"I can't look at it anymore, I have to take action and kill it!"
Han Lingshen said slowly.
"Yes, if he is allowed to grow, he will be an unimaginable threat to our fierce clan!" The powerful Sky Eye Clan also nodded.
"Fellow Taoists, thank you for your help. I will definitely remember your life-saving grace!"
Xianjian looked overjoyed, thinking that it was Yan Beichen who was going to be dealt with by the powerful men of the six fierce clans.
Hearing Xianjian's words, the third prince of Jinwu sneered, looking disdainful.
To be honest, the six ferocious tribes did not take the human cultivators present seriously at all, and they did not take them seriously even if they were powerful human beings.
The Immortal Sword is famous in the world of cultivation, but in the eyes of the Third Prince of Jinwu and others, he is just 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 with us. Your life and death have nothing to do with us, haha."
Immortal Sword was once a titled disciple of the Sword Sect. Even if his soul was injured, he was still a powerful person.
But now, he was slapped on the cheek by the third prince of Jinwu!
The smile on Xianjian's face froze.
Until now, he has never suffered such humiliation!
If it were anyone else who dared to treat him like this, he would immediately fight back and use all means to torture the other person to death and crush his bones into ashes!
But what was in front of him was the third prince of the Golden Crow.
The third prince of the Golden Crow is also surrounded by powerful experts from the other fierce clans. If he shows any hint of disobedience, he will be wiped out by the strong men of the six fierce clans before Yan Beichen comes to kill him!
The third prince of the Golden Crow ignored him at all, and quickly left with the other strong men from the fierce clan, heading towards Su Zimo.
The immortal sword remained motionless, his fists clenched, his body trembling slightly, and his face turned red.
Until the six vicious clans left, he still didn't say a word, letting the other party trample his dignity to pieces!
Xian Jian gritted his teeth and looked at Yan Beichen, who was killing him in the distance, without saying a word.
He knew that he could not compare to Yan Beichen after all.
If he were to change places, Yan Beichen would definitely dare to attack the six vicious clans, but he would not dare to show even a hint of dissatisfaction!
On another battlefield.
Su Zimo's laws of heaven and earth are invincible and invincible, and no one combined power can stop him!
The Poison Sect Master, who had just threatened to poison Ye Ling, turned pale with fright and quickly backed away.
"Where to escape!"
Su Zimo shouted loudly.
The law of heaven and earth waved the long whip, crossed the void, and instantly struck the body of the poisonous sect, splitting it into pieces, and died on the spot!
After this killing spree, the distance between Su Zimo and Ye Ling was extremely close!
Su Zimo's eyes widened, and he rolled his lightning whip, trying to pull the night spirit on the ground over.
suddenly!
A blood-red vine emerged, exuding an extremely evil aura, and instantly struck the lightning whip!
The power of thunder and lightning and the fire of Samadhi erupted instantly!
The bloody vine shrank, and a scorch appeared on the surface, but it did not damage the root.
But the power of the thunder whip was completely neutralized!
Without even thinking about it, Su Zimo stepped forward, rounded his arms, held the lotus platform and smashed it down hard.
At the same time, the Scythe of the Demon also arrived!
"Well done!"
A figure flashed out, transformed into its true form, with dancing blond hair, deep blue eyes, and a body filled with golden energy and blood!
Wow!
Waves of sound came from the body of this figure!
Blood is like a tide!
This figure did not use any magic weapon, but just hit the lotus platform with bare hands!
Seeing this scene, the cultivators were shocked!
You must know that even powerful magic weapons may not be able to withstand the power of Su Zimo's Dharma, let alone flesh and blood.
boom!
The Lotus Platform of Creation collided with this person's fist, and a loud noise erupted!
The figure took half a step back, but his fist was intact, and the Lotus Platform of Creation was also blocked back!
The blond man shook his palm and said with a grin, "It really hurts a little."
I took the Lotus Platform of Creation with my bare hands, it just hurt a little!
On the other side, just as the Demon Scythe was slashed down, it was blocked by a cold light and sparks flew everywhere!
A tall figure stood in the air, with a green face and fangs that were extremely ugly. A pair of dark flesh wings grew out from behind, and he held two full moon-like scimitars in his hands, with an astonishing arc and flashing with a cold light!
The ancient vicious clan has finally appeared!
Su Zimo was very familiar with the two vicious clans that attacked later.
The one with blond hair and blue eyes is from the divine race.
The one with a green face and fangs and wings is a Rakshasa!
As for what blocked his lightning whip, it was an extremely evil plant, waving countless bloody vines.
Each vine seems to be a thick blood vessel. At the top of the vine, there is a human face, with no nose or eyes, only a bloody mouth with sharp fangs interlaced in layers, shining with cold light, as if it can tear apart. Mince everything!
Although he had never seen this vicious clan, Su Zimo could vaguely guess through this form that this should be another ancient vicious clan, the Blood Vine Clan!
According to legend, the Blood Vine clan lives by devouring the blood of all creatures.
Even if it is the bloodline of other vicious clans, it will not reject anyone who comes!
Any living creature that strays into the territory of the Blood Vine Clan will be torn into pieces and devoured by them, turning them into their own nourishment. Not even their bones will be left. It’s extremely cruel!
Su Zimo's heart moved, and he vaguely thought of something.
But at this time, he was in a dangerous situation, unable to protect himself, and Ye Ling had not rescued him. His spirit was tense, and he really had no time to think about it in detail, so the light of inspiration passed away in a flash.