The fighting spirit was unyielding when it gained strength, and was as fast as a falling meteor, dragging a long tail of airflow and slashing at the ancestor of Tianxie in an instant.

Ancestor Tianxie's body suddenly became hollow and disappeared in the air. However, the battle soul knife still slashed down, and a "clang!" sound came out in the void. Ancestor Tianxie was cut out, and there was another wound on his arm.

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"Dang..." The war spirits kept attacking, and the ancestor of Tianxie kept dodging. For a while, the two figures were missing in the tomb, sometimes in the air, sometimes on the ground; it was overwhelming, and the sounds of explosions were coming from time to time.

outgoing.

Feng Yun is very confident in the fighting spirit. What he wants to do now is to crazily steal the energy from the Tianyuan Stone and let the ancestor of Tianxie bleed, in order to disturb his mind and create favorable fighting opportunities for the fighting spirit.

Ling Zhan controlled the Star Rain Divine Sword and released the Netherworld Ghost Fire. The Star Rain Divine Sword suddenly turned blue, extremely cold, and the cold chill made people's hearts tremble.

The Blood Demon was seriously injured several times by Patriarch Tianxie. At this moment, he was unable to fight anymore and was being cared for by the Blood Flame on the ground.

In the air, one person had a sword and one sword, and the three parties were fighting happily. The energy burst out kept impacting all directions, but no major damage occurred.

Suddenly, Ling Zhan stabbed Tianxie Patriarch with his sword. His eyebrows turned white as if they were frosted, and ice particles appeared on his face. The energy in his body was invaded by the cold air and suddenly weakened a lot.

"Imprisonment!" The war spirit suddenly shouted, and everything in the tomb stopped. Only the war spirit himself could move freely, and the war spirit sword slashed at the ancestor of Tianxie at a very fast speed.

"Click!" Suddenly, the imprisoned space seemed to be broken. The ancestor of Tianxie immediately dodged, but it was still a step too late. With the sword of the fighting spirit, his left shoulder and arm were all chopped off.

"Bang bang!" The beating heart was exposed, and blood flowed out like a flood.

Both Zhanhun and Ling Zhan felt that it was a pity that Ancestor Tianxie managed to avoid this fatal blow. Although Ancestor Tianxie escaped death, his body was seriously injured and his strength must have been greatly reduced. He would have to kill him.

Much easier.

Ling Zhan took advantage of the victory and pursued the attack, stabbing Tian Xie Ancestor like lightning. Tian Xie Ancestor was surrounded by a dark energy, and the blood had stopped flowing. His eyes were gloomy and unusual. He looked at Ling Zhan angrily and suddenly struck out with a finger from his right hand.

A small, dark energy struck the Xingyu sword like lightning, making a sword sound and flying backwards onto the wall.

In Xingyu Divine Sword, Ling Zhan's expression was a little painful, because he was invaded by the dark energy and was eating his soul.

Suddenly, Ling Zhan's entire body was ignited with blue ghost fire, refining and dispelling the dark energy in his body, and the Xingyu Divine Sword became dazzling with blue light.

"You have nothing to rely on anymore, just admit defeat! Hand over the 'Yuan Devouring Art' and I will spare your life." War Spirit said suddenly.

"Unless I die!" Ancestor Tianxie said.

The fighting spirit said: "Okay! Then go die!"

"Don't think that I don't know. You are also seriously injured. Just now you have tried your best to confine the space. At this moment, you can't use it again at all." The ancestor of Tianxie said.

"Haha... You are really stupid! Don't you know who I am? Take your life!" War Spirit sneered.

Ancestor Tianxie couldn't help but be frightened when he thought about where the war spirit came from, and screamed secretly. But at this moment, the space was imprisoned again, and the war spirit was chopped off again.

Although Patriarch Tian Xie tried his best to break free from the imprisonment, he had no time to dodge, and he was split into two halves when the sword struck.

The fighting spirit knife swayed in the air and suddenly fell to the ground. Just as the ancestor of Tianxie said, the fighting spirit was already trying its best to imprison him. The two consecutive confinement spaces had overloaded his soul.

, the fighting spirit could no longer hold up and fell.

"Brother Zhanhun! Are you okay?" Feng Yun asked via voice message.

"I can't die! But in the next few months, I won't be able to fight." War Spirit said.

Feng Yun said: "Leave the rest to me! You should have a good rest!"

"Haha... if you want me to die, it's so easy! Now let's see who is still my opponent." Suddenly a sound echoed throughout the tomb.

Hearing this voice, everyone felt like frosted eggplants, their expressions extremely ugly. Because the owner of this voice belonged to the ancestor of Tianxie.

A dark, human-shaped shadow was suspended in the air, and its dark and gloomy eyes scanned the people below one by one.

"Damn it, you're not dead yet!" Feng Yun cursed depressedly.

Ling Zhan suddenly came straight at him, and the Tianxie Ancestor who was about to reply immediately turned into a blur and disappeared in the air. Ling Zhan's stabbing sword failed.

"Kid! I didn't expect your body to be so special, it's you!" Ancestor Tianxie said suddenly.
Chapter completed!