Although it is no match for the Blight Witch Knife.

But it is not something that this wall-breaking shield can withstand.

Immediately, the wall-breaking shield was smashed into pieces under the moving mountain seal.

"Gangzhu's Spear!"

There are many treasures in the storage ring of the Holy Son of Witchcraft.

After the wall-breaking shield was broken, he reached out and grabbed it again.

He took out a bamboo spear that looked like steel.

The bamboo spear is extremely sharp and can penetrate mountains.

However, under the Sancai Sword Formation.

But he still couldn't resist it.

After a moment, Gangzhu's spear was cut into two pieces and fell down.

"White Tiger Divine Fist!"

At this time, Xiao Changfeng's figure flashed.

Faster than lightning.

He instantly rushed in front of the Holy Son of the Witch Cult.

Then he punched out.

The white tiger's shadow disappeared in a flash.

This punch was so fast that the Holy Son of the Witch Cult had no time to resist.

Immediately, the fist mark fell on the body of the Holy Son of the Witch Cult.

He was directly knocked hundreds of meters away.

Poof! A mouthful of blood spurted out from the mouth of the Holy Son of Witchcraft.

His already fair and fair complexion became more transparent.

Like a crystal clear work of art.

"Tiger claws tear the sky apart!"

Xiao Changfeng broke the sound barrier and reached the speed of sound.

He instantly caught up with the Holy Son of the Witch Cult, and then suddenly thrust out his hand like a tiger's claw.

Tear! The spiritual energy barrier of the Holy Son of Witchcraft was directly torn to pieces.

Then the tiger's claws fell on the body of the Holy Son of the Witch Cult.

A bloody mark was scratched directly on his back.

"witchcraft!"

The Holy Son of the Witch Cult was injured repeatedly, but he had to take action to resist.

However, his breath was weak at this time.

The power of the witchcraft displayed is also greatly reduced.

On the other hand, look at Xiao Changfeng.

Although he was beheaded by Yang Gui Jiang before.

But because of the immortal body of Qinglong.

His injuries have fully recovered by now.

Apart from some loss of mana, he did not suffer any serious injuries.

One goes down and the other goes up.

The Holy Son of Witchcraft is naturally losing ground.

If it weren't for Xiao Changfeng not intending to kill him.

I'm afraid that the Holy Son of the Witch Cult has already died.

But even so.

The Holy Son of the Witch Cult is also in danger.

His injuries are getting worse and worse.

And there are fewer and fewer witchcraft weapons on his body.

In the end, even a complete witchcraft was unable to be performed.

"Lord Holy Son!"

Seeing this scene, millions of spectators were filled with sadness.

The Holy Son of Witchcraft is their idol.

It is also the belief of many barbarians and wizards.

However, at this time, he was seriously injured by Xiao Changfeng.

How can they accept it.

The figure of the Northern Wu Ancestor flashed, intending to stop him.

Don't take action at this time.

I am afraid that the life of the Holy Son of Witchcraft is in danger.

But at this moment.

The eyes of the Holy Son of Witchcraft were scarlet.

The skin that was originally as fair as light instantly turned into a rich blood color.

"Emperor Dan, you forced me to do this. Today, I will kill you with my own hands!"

The Holy Son of Witchcraft looked up to the sky and roared.

Then his figure flashed.

It turned into a bloody rainbow.

He actually went straight to the altar.

At this time, there was nothing else in the altar.

There are only 80,000 slaves! Puff! Puff! The bloody rainbow is like a huge death scythe.

Wherever it passed, all the slaves were killed directly.

But their bodies did not fall.

Countless amounts of blood merged into the blood rainbow.

The corpses of the slaves withered quickly.

When he fell to the ground, only a bloodless mummy was left.
Chapter completed!