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At the same time, a strong dangerous aura grew wildly in his body, and his hair was about to rise up hard, and his feet were suddenly wrong and swept forward quickly. But the scene in front of him made Yan Fusheng's eyes tremble violently, his mind was constantly shaking, and the soul fire jumped out of his body.

I saw a blood-dropping battle sword piercing through Yun Mo'er's chest like lightning, and the cold sword tip appeared in front of his chest instantly. With cold murderous intent, he stabbed straight up. The ghost body that had reached the sixth level and could withstand the attack of the sixth-level warrior magic weapon was like a piece of broken paper under the sword, and was pierced on the spot.

The sword of war hit Yun Mo'er's petite body and hit Yan Fusheng's arms.

when!!

One hand was coldly held on the sharp sword sword, letting the sword edge cut the palm, and you could hear the terrible sound of the bones colliding with the sword edge.

Holding Yun Mo'er with one hand, Yan Fusheng stood on the spot. The light exposed in his two eyes seemed to freeze the world and burn everything. He stared at the 'unfamiliar,' and said in a cold voice: "You want to kill me for the blood tree!!"

The words were filled with a hint of unspeakable sorrow.

In front of him, it was Qin Fang, General Qin who had just walked over with a smile. The bloody battle sword in his hand was coldly piercing Yun Moer and Yan Fusheng's body.

This sword is so cold!

Very ice!!

When he was pierced by the sword of war, Yan Fusheng already understood the reason why Qin Fang drew his sword. He was so weird that he was a ghost.

"Qin Fang, you're crazy." Fairy Gushe changed her face. She raised the moon-shooting bow in her hand and pointed it at Qin Fang. This change was completely beyond her expectations. She never expected that General Qin, who had always been known for his heroic and loyalty, would do such a sinister thing.

With Qin Fang's previous reputation, it would be almost impossible to believe that this would be true if he had not seen it with his own eyes.

"Fairy, don't interfere, I will solve this problem yourself." Yan Fusheng said slowly, his eyes always falling on Qin Fang's face, as if waiting for him to say something.

After Yun Mo'er was pierced by a sword, she was almost crushed by the sword energy contained in the sword, shaking her soul and falling into a fainting state.

At this moment, a drop of dark blood flowed out of Yan Fusheng's chest strangely along the sword, sliding across the sword body. Unconsciously, the ghost penetrated into Yun Mo'er's body.

Yun Mo'er cannot die. He can feel that he is pierced by this sword in person. The sword contains an inexplicable power, which has terrible lethality for life in the underworld. Like a natural enemy, Yun Mo'er is a ghost clan. The power in the sword can crush the soul. If Yun Mo'er can set up a sword for himself in times of crisis, he will never let her die.

Time, he wants time.

"Crazy? Not bad, I'm really crazy."

Qin Fang showed a sneer on his face, and glanced at Yan Fusheng and Gushe Fairy indifferently. When he landed on the blood tree, a hot light burst out and said with a smile: "I, Qin Fang, was a prince in the underworld back then. He was commanding millions of elite troops. He dared not say that he was traversing the underworld, but everyone knew, and everyone knew where he went, not famous, but was admired and awe of the people in the underworld."

"But the Abyss Clan emerged, causing my hundreds of years of foundation to be destroyed in an instant, and millions of soldiers were buried under the claws of the abyss. If I hadn't abandoned all the soldiers at the last moment and used them to block the abyss, I would have been lucky enough to save my life, and these years have passed even more days than the rats."

"The abyss is powerful, so it's fine. The younger generation who emerged from somewhere in the King of Hell, who was only able to kill the Abyss tribe, immediately became the hero whom the underworld was expected to be, and was attracted by countless people in the underworld. Why? Why?"

Qin Fang's voice was filled with strong reluctance and anger.

"Hmph!! King of Hell, the reason why you can become the savior in the eyes of many creatures in the underworld is just because you can kill the Abyss Clan. Your reliance is just this blood tree. If you kill you and seize the blood tree, I can still kill the Abyss Clan. At that time, the real hero of the underworld was not your Hell, but Qin Fang."

In Qin Fang's eyes, that terrible gaze always had an unspeakable madness.

The murderous intent is almost condensed and cannot be dissolved.

For the sake of the Blood Tree and to obtain the position of the heroic ruler of the underworld, Qin Fang's sword was stabbed without any burden or hesitation. This sword was fast, ruthless, and absolutely!!

"Okay, well said!!"

Yan Fusheng took a deep breath, his face turned cold, but a cold anger appeared in his eyes. He held Yun Mo'er with one hand, stepped back with his feet, and his whole body suddenly retreated three feet. The sword of war instantly pulled out of his body, and then gently threw Yun Mo'er towards Gushe Fairy. It seemed as if there was an invisible layer of clouds that lifted it up and sent it to Gushe Fairy.

"Fairy, help me take care of Mo'er."

As the words fell, the Yan Luo Blade in his hand emitted a creeping blood. The tip of the knife fell on the ground. Countless evil souls and fighting souls were roaring, and the blade was shaking violently, making a sound of killing.

The wound on the chest is slowly healing.

This healing speed is almost ten times slower than usual, more than a hundred times slower. If it is normal, it can completely heal within just a few breaths. But at this moment, a strange force seems to be wrapped around the wound, constantly eroding the body and colliding fiercely with the power of reincarnation.

But this scene fell into Qin Fang's eyes, which made his pupils shrink slightly, and he slowly said: "Your ghost body can actually resist the unique power of my evil Buddha's sword. The Buddha power on this sword clearly has extremely strong restraint on the ghost body. You are not an ordinary ghost clan, do you have a special physique?"

The Buddha's power has always been known for its openness and integrity. For creatures in the underworld, it is even more terrifying than being exposed to the sun. The sword of the war is a Buddhist sword weapon, which contains the Buddha's power, but it did not kill Yan Fusheng. This was shocked.

"Hmph!! What kind of physique I have? You can pick up Ao in person. If you want a blood tree, it depends on whether you have the ability to get it. My King of Hell was in the underworld for the first time. He looked heroic on the outside and was dirty on the inside, so he should be punished!!"

Yan Fusheng was angry.

It completely ignited the anger in my heart.

Even he never thought that Qin Fang, who had a great reputation in the underworld, would be so outstanding inside. Thinking about his desire to invite him to enter the Yinshan Domain, take charge of the army, and discuss major activities together. Fortunately, he had not returned to Edu yet. Otherwise, the harm would be greater in the future. Yan Fusheng was even more disdainful of this villain.

What made him most angry was that he not only killed himself, but also caused Yun Mo'er.

"Okay, with your strength, I'm not my opponent at all. Ren Gang's sword did not kill you, so I'll kill you with my own hands now." Qin Fang shouted coldly without hesitation. Since he had completely broken up, he had no more scruples.

The battle sword in his hand was quickly snatched, and in an instant, he drew strange traces at an incredible speed.

On the sword, layers of blood-colored murderous aura emanated from the sword.

Sword lights suddenly burst out at the speed seen by the naked eye. Each sword light directly covered all dodging directions within a radius of ten feet and every inch of the body at a forcing speed.

Every sword seems to be able to see thousands of troops on it.

The moment he set out his sword, the battlefield around him seemed to be completely changed, and he was in the vast battlefield. There were terrifying soldiers everywhere.

"Be careful, this is Qin Fang's Eight Blood Slaughter Swords!!"

The fairy Gushe changed slightly, and she quickly reminded her.

Bloody Slaughter Eight Swords fight bloody battles in all directions!!

"kill!!"

Yan Fusheng's pupils condensed, and Qin Fang was a powerful man in the seventh level of heaven. He had no contempt or relaxation at all. The sword light swept from all directions in front of him immediately realized that the most terrifying thing was not the sword light, but the terrifying murderous aura and murderous intent contained in the sword light that blood slaughtered millions. It could capture people's hearts and minds, and once the mind was taken away, it was irresistible.

Bang!

He took a step forward with his feet, and the Yan Luo Blade in his hand suddenly rushed out from bottom to slash out quickly. This knife seemed fast, but you could see bloody Yan Luo Blades appearing out of nowhere in every inch of his body. It seemed that the heaven, earth, time and space instantly changed abnormally slowly.

Countless afterimages flashed.

Every afterimage seemed to collide violently with the sword lights all over the sky.

Dangdangdang!!

The dense collision sounds sounded like raindrops in an instant, and the sword lights were constantly shattered one after another. Each knife carried the terrible power emitted by the body. That was not the afterimage, it was the body of the Yan Luo Blade.

It seemed as if in an instant, Yan Fusheng waved tens of millions of swords.

When breaking the sword light, his left foot forward without hesitation, took a fierce step. This step, with the indomitable fighting spirit around him, and was filled with endless anger. Almost on the spot, the sword was walking with him. With this arm swing, the Yama Blade turned into a sword and stabbed his head like a meteor chasing the moon. In the blade, countless evil souls and war souls made terrible screams, piercing the sky.

"Hmph!! You were not born yet when I was fighting on the battlefield."

A ferocious look appeared on Qin Fang's face, and a strange black light appeared in his eyes. As soon as his wrist turned, the sword swept, and in an instant, it seemed to turn into billions of bloody blood rains with a fishy wind, sweeping in everywhere.

Every drop of blood rain is like the sharpest battle sword.

The dense bombardment on the Yan Luo Blade was constantly erupting from the bloody rain, fierce and bloody, as if every drop was filled with endless evil spirits and could erode the mind.

In the dense room, I want to let thousands of rain pass through my body.

Bloody Slaughter Eight Swords and Bloody Storms!!

Bang!!

As Yan Fusheng's pupils contracted violently, his feet did not retreat and dodge at all. He just stretched out his hand and waved his hand into the void. In the void, a vast white bone purgatory appeared again. Countless ferocious white bones suddenly flew up from all directions and quickly gathered together. (To be continued.
Chapter completed!