Jiang Xiaofan had already unleashed his true fire, and at this moment, the Mingwang Fist exploded completely. Every punch made the space tremble, and every punch made the sea boil.
"cough!"
Zhu Xidao was knocked away again and coughed up blood.
Most of his sternum had been broken, and his whole body's aura was greatly reduced. But even so, his eyes were flashing with crazy hatred, the divine light outside his body continued to disappear, and the black magic light became more intense.
"snort!"
Jiang Xiaofan sneered, his face full of sarcasm and disdain.
He naturally saw this scene in his eyes. After Zhu Xidao experienced several failures, his once bright aura gradually disappeared. Zhu Xidao found it difficult to accept all this, and his heart became increasingly unstable, showing signs of becoming possessed.
"A rare genius? You?"
Jiang Xiaofan mocked unceremoniously.
A dazzling golden light erupted from his right hand, and when he pressed down with a punch, time and space trembled.
This indomitable momentum is frightening. In the eyes of many monks, Jiang Xiaofan is like an indestructible sword, and nothing can stop it wherever it passes.
"It's all you! It's all you!"
Zhu Xidao roared.
His cheeks were full of hatred, and he was mad with hatred.
Before Jiang Xiaofan appeared, he was the absolute pride of heaven, a young supreme figure who was feared by the entire monastic world. However, after Jiang Xiaofan appeared, all his limelight was gradually overshadowed. Being defeated by Jiang Xiaofan several times was a heavy blow to a arrogant genius like him.
"snort!"
Jiang Xiaofan sneered.
"Snapped!"
He raised his hand and slapped Zhu Xidao away.
The Phantom God stepped up and stepped forward in an instant, pressing down ruthlessly with his silver iron fist: "Whatever you sow, you will get what you want. You are asking for all this, you are your own fault, I will send you to hell!"
"boom!"
The astonishing fist power completely exploded, and he pressed down hard.
The Ming Wang Fist was filled with great power, and the power of laws around it surged forward, covering Jiang Xiaofan's fists in an endless stream, as if a pair of heaven-breaking divine armor were placed on his fists.
"Damn it!"
"Get away!"
In the distance, Wu Ming and Xia Fengming shouted at the same time.
Seeing that Zhu Xidao was about to be beheaded, the two of them became a little anxious. Unfortunately, although they defeated the Yuanshen Taoist body step by step, because of the Chaos Divine Halberd, the two of them were unable to break through the Yuanshen Taoist body's interception for a while.
"die!"
Jiang Xiaofan clenched his fist a little more.
But at the next moment, a dangerous signal appeared in his heart. He didn't look, he retracted his right fist decisively and moved three feet away to the side.
"Chi!"
At the same time, where he had just stood, a bloody light fell, annihilating that space on the spot.
On the rocks not far away, an ugly and tall man appeared and walked in this direction step by step. As soon as this person appeared, the overbearing blood evil spirit suddenly filled the surrounding area, making many monks couldn't help but look sideways.
"Hey!"
The little demon king's mouth was bleeding, but he was showing a sneer at this moment.
The person who came was none other than the Holy Son of the Shura Clan!
"The Human Emperor's Eighth Heaven!"
A flash of light flashed in Jiang Xiaofan's eyes, and murderous intent flashed through him.
But he didn't care, he moved slightly and rushed towards Zhu Xidao again. This was the best opportunity to kill Zhu Xidao. He would never miss it again. Even if the Holy Son of the Shura Tribe wanted to join the battle group, he would not care.
Prince Ming's fist was pressed down, and he blasted towards Zhu Xidao unstoppably.
He directly ignored Holy Son Shura.
"snort!"
The holy son of the Shura clan flashed with blood in his eyes and rushed directly towards Jiang Xiaofan.
He thought the same as the Little Heavenly King of the Demon Clan. Although Zhu Xidao was from the human race, he was Jiang Xiaofan's enemy, a life and death enemy. There is a saying that the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Both he and the Demon King wanted Jiang Xiaofan to die and get the silver and copper in his body.
So now, they don't want Zhu Xidao's powerful combat power to be damaged.
Keeping Zhu Xidao is ultimately a threat to Jiang Xiaofan.
"boom!"
The astonishing blood light is mighty, powerful, and tyrannical.
"puff!"
"puff!"
"puff!"
The seven human emperor cultivators who were closer to each other suffered the disaster of Chiyu. Under this corrosive blood evil energy, they were directly shattered, their bodies were broken, and their souls were annihilated.
"snort!"
Jiang Xiaofan sneered, raised his hand and swept forward with the Sky-Splitting Sword Gang.
The Holy Son of the Shura Clan has reached the eighth level of the Human Emperor, but he doesn't care much. So what if the Human Emperor is in the eighth heaven? Even if the Asura Clan's holy son reaches the peak of the ninth heaven, he will still have no fear unless he reaches the realm of the Mysterious Immortal.
"boom!"
In this gap, Zhu Xidao was swept away again.
In the distance, the Holy Son of the Shura Tribe raised his hand and flew away the Heaven-Splitting Sword Gang swept out by Jiang Xiaofan, a gloomy look flashing across his ugly face. He grasped it with his right hand, and a ball of blood-red light appeared in his hand, and he pressed it down suddenly.
distance…
"This is ugly!"
Qin Luo cursed.
"I'll help him!"
Ye Yuanxue was angry and raised her legs to move forward.
Now Zhu Xidao was on the verge of death and was about to be beheaded. At this moment, the Holy Son of Shura suddenly came to stop him, which naturally made everyone very unhappy.
Ye Qiuyu waved her hand and stopped her: "I'll go..."
"careful."
Bing Xin said.
Ye Qiuyu nodded, his figure flashed, and appeared in front of Holy Son Shura in a blink of an eye.
"Buzz!"
She waved her right hand lightly, seemingly as calm as the wind, but in an instant she shattered the bloody killing light fired by the Holy Son of Shura. It even knocked the opponent back a few steps, making everyone look surprised.
"This is?"
"It seems...it seems to be someone from the Ye family."
A monk whispered.
A look of surprise flashed in Jiang Xiaofan's eyes, but it quickly disappeared. Without saying a word, he turned around and punched Zhu Xidao as fast as possible.
"boom!"
Zhu Xidao was swept away again, and his right leg was shattered into a bloody mist.
He struck hard repeatedly, trying to kill Zhu Xidao in the shortest possible time. Because there is not much time left for the Yuanshen Taoist body to last, and it will dissipate in five minutes at most. At that time, it will be even harder for him to kill Zhu Xidao.
In the other direction, Ye Qiuyu blocked the front of the Holy Son of the Shura Tribe. He waved his jade hand, and little bits of light emerged, sealing every inch of space around him, completely blocking the attack of the Holy Son of Shura. Shura's blood glow melted silently in front of Ye Qiuyu like ice meeting fire.
"So strong!"
Even when he was attacking Zhu Xidao, Jiang Xiaofan couldn't help but show a strange look.
"Come on sister!"
Ye Yuanxue kept waving at the battlefield.
"Buzz!"
On the battlefield in the distance, Ye Qiuyu looked calm, like a fairy in the dust, and every move was elegant without losing the power of the fairy.
There is no huge coercion on her body, just like Chen Yifeng back then. But even so, the fierce blood of Holy Son Shura would be instantly melted by the faint light she waved as soon as he got close to Ye Qiuyu.
Ye Qiuyu formed a seal, raised his hand and waved it in vain, and a faint light drew out from his jade hand.
"boom!"
The blood glow of Holy Son Shura was instantly dispersed, and he himself stepped back several meters.
"This actually defeated the Holy Son of the Shura Clan!"
"Amazing!"
Many monks were surprised.
Ye Qiuyu is powerful and the eldest princess of the first hidden family. But despite this, she has almost never walked in the monastic world, and has not left the slightest reputation in the monastic world. At this moment, she took action in front of everyone and actually stopped the young supreme of the Shura clan. How could she not shock everyone.
The Holy Son of the Shura Tribe was swept away, but he was not angry.
On the contrary, at this moment, he looked at Ye Qiuyu in front of him, and for the first time there was a look on his face. This was the first time Jiang Xiaofan had seen this person look like this since he met him, and it was actually mixed with surprise and excitement.
"Taiyin bloodline!"
He clenched his fists, his eyes flashed with blood, and he stared at Ye Qiuyu for a moment.
As soon as these words came out, the Little Heavenly King of the Demon Clan was shocked, and two astonishing rays of magic light shot out from his eyes, falling directly on Ye Qiuyu. On the opposite side, Cang Muheng also frowned slightly, stopped with the sword in his hand, and looked down.
In the field, Ye Qiuyu frowned slightly.
Not far away, Jiang Xiaofan also showed a look of surprise, his eyes falling on Ye Qiuyu.
Taiyin bloodline
Is Ye Qiuyu the bloodline inheritor of the human race
"How could that ugly guy know that my sister has such blood power? Even in the family, only my father and a few elders know about it."
In the distance, Ye Yuanxue was confused.
Bing Xin also frowned, and her eyes fell on Holy Son Shura.
She and Ye Qiuyu are best friends, so they naturally know that Ye Qiuyu has Taiyin blood. And this matter, as Ye Yuanxue said, even within the Ye family, only Ye Yiyan and the Sanqing elders in the clan knew about it, not even Jiang Xiaofan. Now that Holy Son Shura revealed Ye Qiuyu's bloodline power, she was very surprised.
"Hahahaha, great, great!"
Holy Son Shura laughed wildly.
At this moment, he did not take action again, but stared at Ye Qiuyu. The look in his eyes was full of aggression and desire, as if a hungry wild wolf had discovered delicious prey.
"Get out!"
"Go to hell, you ugly bastard!"
Jiang Xiaofan and Ye Yuanxue spoke one after another. They really couldn't stand the way Holy Son Shura stared at Ye Qiuyu.
Jiang Xiaofan's right fist struck Zhu Xidao, and he swung his left hand directly, and a bright sky-splitting sword was directed towards the forehead of the Holy Son of Shura. At the same time, the void twisted, Ye Yuanxue took action, and the space magical power directly filled the space with silver space blades.
Bing Xin did not speak, but endless ice arrows fell from the head of Holy Son Shura.
"puff!"
The three young supremes attacked at the same time without any warning, so everyone would suffer.
Although the Holy Son of the Shura Tribe was on the eighth level of the Human Emperor, he was attacked by three people at the same time. He was blown away on the spot, his clothes were torn, and he coughed out a mouthful of blood.
"Forehead… "
Such a scene made many monks stunned.
Poor Holy Son Shura.
Even Ye Qiuyu was in a daze, but he quickly came to his senses and smiled at the three of them.