The purple tiger summoned by the Purple Tiger Blood Soul Ring is actually equivalent to that of the Yuandan stage cultivator. Of course, among the Yuandan stage cultivators, it can only be said to be the lowest. Tang Cheng used the strength of this purple tiger to attack the Yuanshen cultivator Chaluo, which can only be said to be completely hitting the stone with eggs.

But when Cha Luo saw the purple flying tiger, his nose was crooked. Cha Luo immediately gave up chasing the monks, which was the purpose of Tang Cheng!

Cha Luo punched angrily!

His fist fell from the sky like a meteorite, cutting through the sky!

Cha Luo only punched and killed the purple flying tiger. Then he looked around with a cold face. His eagle-like gaze penetrated the layers of voids, and then he discovered Tang Cheng.

"Hahaha, it's you, it's really you, the road is so narrow!" Chaluo Zongsheng laughed. He had enough reason to be happy. A long time ago, Chaluo had already extinguished the idea of ​​seeking revenge on Tang Cheng, just because Tang Cheng's wings were really annoying enough that he had no way to limit Tang Cheng's actions, let alone kill Tang Cheng.

But now Cha Luo saw an excellent opportunity, an opportunity to completely kill Tang Cheng.

Chaluo smiled coldly, his long ice-blue hair flew, like a poisonous dragon coming out of water, and like a devil, tying his teeth and claws. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of monks tied up.

Chaluo shook his head, and the long hair like a poisonous snake returned like lightning. At the moment of returning, blue flames flew on the long hair. As the ghosts cried and wolf howled, the monks shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye. Finally, Chaluo was trapped under the long hair and disappeared without a trace.

With a satisfied smile, Chaluo's body was like lightning and fell into the sky. The flames of revenge flashed in his eyes. The pleasure made Chaluo's heart boil violently, and he thought viciously:

【This time, do you think you can escape?】

Like all Shura, Soul Yasha is obsessed with close combat. His weapon is also the most common weapon in the world, a three-foot-seven-inch-long thick-backed sword.

The blade is dark and unpredictable, only the arc-shaped blade is as red as blood.

Tang Cheng originally didn't care much about the guy Soul Yasha. In his opinion, no matter how fast the Soul Yasha is, can he be faster than the Saint King of Whispers? No matter how strong the Soul Yasha is, can he be stronger than the Demon Emperor Wutian?

It is precisely because of this potential mentality that Tang Cheng sneaked into attacking Chai Luo in front of him. Otherwise, wouldn’t he think his family was long?

However, as soon as the Soul Yaksha sword opened, Tang Cheng realized that he was very wrong. This Soul Yaksha was a master of swordsmanship and was extremely powerful.

The snow-white sword light rolled Tang Cheng in the middle like a raging wave. In an instant, thousands of sword lights burst out in a space of about a meter. If you are not careful, you will be destined to be cut into pieces by thousands of knives.

Tang Cheng hurriedly vibrated his wings and burst his speed to the limit, without any reservation. Every thousandth minute, Tang Cheng turned his figure and avoided the slash of a sword light.

Its speed is so fast, and what is reflected outside is in an instant, in that small space, thousands of figures of Tangcheng folded each other, and the light and shadow flowed, forming a purple-green light ball.

Tang Cheng flapped his wings and retreated. However, in this moment, thousands of sword lights that had cut the sky suddenly closed, and the soul yaksha shouted: "Slash!" The sword light slashed hard at Tang Cheng, and its momentum cut off the sky and earth, and its rapid shadow chased the light. Where the blade pointed, all things could be changed.

A chill in his heart, Tang Cheng felt that his eyebrows seemed to have been broken open.

With his wings rolled up, Tang Cheng suddenly closed the Fenglei wings and blocked the deadly sword light. "Ha!" As Tang Cheng's monster laughed, the sword light hit Fenglei wings.

"Sharp!"

The blade slid down from both wings, thanks to Tangcheng's extraordinary quality of Fenglei wings, which is a medium-grade magic weapon, while the thick-backed long sword of Soul Yaksha is just a top-grade magic weapon.

If not, under the extremely sharp sword light, Tang Cheng's wings would have been cut off and lost its power to fly. Even so, the power contained in the blade is also called Tang Cheng's five internal injuries, and the injury is very shallow.

For Soul Yasha, even if a soul cultivator makes such explosive skills, Soul Yasha will need a momentary return of energy.

Although it was only a moment, Tang Cheng was caught by force, thrusting the severe pain between his chest and abdomen. Tang Cheng's eyes flashed and he shouted: "Broken!"

As the thoughts moved, the ink-like sword light cut through the sky, as if it was lightning that tore the sky apart.

Hun Yasha smiled coldly. He should not deal with this straight sword light. The sword light was like a horse. He looked up and wanted to wrap the sword light and then disappear intovisible.

However, no matter how soft the sword light of Soul Yasha was, the ink-colored sword light burst immediately after being stimulated by external forces. The sword light spread everywhere, turning into a ink-colored net, and harshly covering Soul Yasha.

The thunder net transformed from the Liuren divine thunder sword of Kanshui was as dense as a needle. The face of the soul yaksha changed, and the sword light shook, took off his robe and armor, and broke away from the bombardment of the thunder net like a phantom.

But as soon as Hun Yasha moved, five white lightning roared and rushed towards him. Duize Xinjin Divine Thunder Sword, with the arrogant noise, pointed directly at Hun Yasha's chest.

Hun Yasha's face changed again, and even a fool could see the violent power contained in the blazing white sword light. Such a magical sword Tang Cheng could easily ignite five paths, and his strength was horrifying.

Hun Yasha knew that if he continued to hide, he would be afraid that the thunder sword that he had chased for consecutive times would be even more terrifying.

Now that things have come to this point, there is only one who fights hard.

Taking a long breath, the Soul Yaksha held his sword in his chest, shouted wildly, and said, "Open!"

The eight-petal lotus bloomed under the blade, sharp and beautiful. The Duize Xinjin Divine Thunder Sword suddenly shot into the flower stamen, and the lotus closed in an instant, wrapping the sword light in the flower bud.

The sword light burst and turned into invincible thunder. The condensed bud of the sword light shattered after failing to last for a breath. Soul Yasha moved again and hid beside him.

But as soon as Hun Yasha stood still, he found dozens of sword lights divided into five colors and came in a row. This time, he was destined to use his body to accept the test of this thunder.

Soul Yasha took a long breath, and there was a trace of despair in his eyes. If this situation continued, sooner or later he would be slashed by the sword light because of his inadequate care.

All monks will go through thunder tribulation, and thunder is not an irresistible force to them. But their so-called resistance is to use magic or weapons to resist the thunder tribulation. If they fail once and need to use their bodies to resist the bombardment of thunder, then they are not far from death.

Moreover, Tang Cheng condensed thunder like a sword, and its explosive power increased by hundreds of times. One sword was a separation of life and death. When the Soul Yasha gritted his teeth, a dark and thick mist suddenly burst out from the surface of his body. This level of defense should be useless under the Shenxiao Five Elements Heavenly Tribulation Sword, but it is also a psychological comfort at least.

At this moment, an ice-blue fire wall shot towards him, detonating all the thunder swords. Soul Yasha had this opportunity to breathe, and hurriedly adjusted his state and looked at the person coming.

Cha Luo Ruofei fell from the sky like a fairy. He had a smug smile on his face and shouted: "If you want to protect these monks, just be obedient and don't escape!"

As he said that, Cha Luo shook his head, and hundreds of monks tied to his hair struggled in the wind, with their twisted faces and a look of fear. The long hair dissipated and then closed, and even the soul Yasha was shocked.

"If you escape, these monks will be worse than death. Also, remember not to take too much action when fighting later, otherwise these monks will be shocked to death." Cha Luo threatened with ferocious threat and laughed proudly.

Tang Cheng looked up at the sky. After a while of delay, the monks had already gone far away. But Tang Cheng believed that if these Shura were willing, they could still catch up with some monks with weaker cultivation. Therefore, the more time it delayed, the better.

After gently touching the ring on his hand, Tang Cheng smiled and said, "I like this ring very much. Thank you for your generosity! I hope this fellow tribe can be even more generous!"

Chaluo's face became gloomy. After a moment of thought, he smiled viciously. Chaluo reached out and touched it from his hair, and a fat monk was held in his hand and shouted, "Die!" A wisp of ice-blue flame spread rapidly from Chaluo's hand, binding the fat monk's whole body like a spider web.

In an instant, the monk's skin cracked inch by inch, and white smoke came out, and the monk was frozen to death. Cha Luo threw his hand and threw the monk away. Then, he looked at Tang Cheng coldly, and Zhan Cha Luo said word by word: "If you return the Purple Tiger Blood Soul Ring to me, then everything will be done; if you don't return, I promise that all of them will be as miserable as they have just now."
Chapter completed!