Maoshan Ghost King

The ancestor of the blood spirit smiled, showing a jagged big yellow tooth. He laughed wildly. After a while, he looked at Shao Tiandao: "Joke, the old man finally got out of that ghost place, how could he go back again? The old man has been trapped here for so many years, it should be almost enough, but the old man is also a blessing in disguise, trapped for so many years, the old man has been comprehending the unique knowledge of this school-blood refining the holy art! Now it is finally successful, after going out, I can rejuvenate my blood sacred religion, hahaha..."

"Really refuse to go back?" Shao Tian ignored the words of the blood spirit ancestor and asked aggressively again.

"Go back...Where to go back? Your broken place has become a ruin, and there is no exploded hair left. Can I go back? Besides, do you think this Shenlong Island can still trap the old man?" The ancestor smiled contemptuously.

"Can you be trapped? It's not you who have the final say, blood spirit ancestor, you can stop, as long as you are willing to go back, we will discuss everything, and I will give you the last chance to choose!" Shao Tian said again.

"Go back! Ass! Do you think you are a national-level master in Raoshizi Town, the old man is afraid that you will not succeed? Well, you can stay in your Kyoto place and enjoy your luck. If you run to this ghost place to find death, the old man can give you a ride, directly Return to the west!" The blood spirit ancestor's expression began to change sullenly, and the boundless blood qi all over his body suddenly rolled up, full of evil spirits.

This rickety figure seemed to have infinite power. When the blood spread from his body, the dozens of guys in white tunic suits behind Shao Tian's complexion became more gloomy.

Maybe they didn't expect that the blood spirit ancestors would be so tough.

The reason why the blood spirit ancestor was able to be imprisoned in Shenlong Island was that a very powerful force was deployed to capture him alive.

At that time, there was Wu Nianxin, who was known as the number one master of China, the great grandfather of Wu Jiuyin, and the master Huijue of Mount Wutai. This was even more powerful, a senior monk who had reincarnated for the seventh generation. In addition, there were four masters of Wuwei School Patriarch, and a large group of masters from a special tuning group, before they captured him alive. At that time, the blood spirit ancestor’s cultivation was already very against the sky. After several years The precipitation made him understand the holy art of blood refining, directly allowing his cultivation to reach a level that no one can imagine.

At this moment, even Shao Tian, ​​who is known as the national master of the town, doesn't know how powerful the blood spirit ancestor's cultivation is.

While Shao Tian was talking to the blood spirit ancestor, the dozens of white tunic suits behind him quietly supported the wounded and dying Shenlong Sanjian Kuang and brought them aside.

Many people stopped the fight in the field.

Those wearing Chinese tunic suits all stood on Shao Tian's side.

The big monsters who were brought out from the heavy prison by the blood spirit ancestor stood firmly behind the blood spirit ancestor.

A group of demons and ghosts, all of different shapes, unwarranted, ferocious and aggressive.

However, when these big monsters saw Shao Tian, ​​their eyes were still full of fear and horror.

The momentum that this person exudes is very strong!

Especially the dragon horn sword in his hand was refined from the true dragon horn, and it suppressed all kinds of monsters, demons and ghosts very strongly, which made people breathless.

The two sides are facing each other, dry wood and raging fire, since.

At this moment, no one knows which side can win, because both sides are very strong.

In particular, the dozen or so silent white tunic suits behind Shao Tian, ​​all over a hundred years old, felt that they were faintly close to the immortal level, unpredictable.

The blood spirit ancestors also did not expect that China had hidden such a group of super masters.

The reason why no one has escaped from Shenlong Island for more than 60 years is definitely not unreasonable.

With these people blocking the way, the ancestors of the blood spirit felt that there was not much hope for him to escape.

But it's different now. There are twenty or thirty big monsters behind him. There are more than a dozen big monsters in the millennium. What's the fear?

Let's fight, whoever is the best, let's see now!

Shao Tian slowly raised the dragon horn sword in his hand, pointed it at the blood spirit ancestor, and said gloomily: "Blood spirit ancestor, do you really think I can't help you? Today, let you look at my methods. "

"Okay, the old man would like to see what level this legendary national-level expert is, let's make a move!"

As soon as the blood spirit ancestor stretched out his hand, the sword that had been inserted into the ground fell into his hand.

The sword used to be the magic weapon of Sword Immortal Wen Rui. At this moment, the blood spirit ancestor had just escaped, and he didn't have any magic weapon to take advantage of it.

As soon as these two super masters started the battle, the people behind them also dispersed at the same time, opening their posture.

The war is about to start.

And the city outside the city has long been smashed into a piece, burned into a sea of ​​flames.

Because the old blood spirit mother and a group of masters have also begun to conquer Shenlong Island.

When he raised the dragon horn sword, Shao Tian's body was also full of momentum, the powerful Qichang climbed up steadily, reaching the peak in an instant, and he was surrounded by the breath of a real dragon, surrounded by golden dragon aura. His whole body is no less inferior to the blood qi spreading all over the blood spirit ancestor.

The two kept on doing this, facing each other for a full minute. The next moment, the two moved out at the same time, their bodies like electricity, and they collided fiercely.

There was a crisp sound of "clang".

To be exact, it was a roar.

At the moment when the swords in the hands of the two collided together, a majestic force spread around the surroundings with their bodies as the center, rolling up countless dust.

The big monster and the person wearing Chinese tunic suit who were a little closer to the two of them were immediately lifted out by the air wave, and their bodies rose into the air.

The swords collided together, and the two of them did not move, but saw a spider web-like crack appeared on the ground under their feet, which spread to more than ten meters away.

terror!

The power of a sword, destroys the dry and the dead, this is the duel between the real top masters.

Immediately afterwards, the swords in the two hands slowly separated, rubbing a dazzling spark, and then quickly separated.

Standing still with each other's eyes facing each other, they firmly locked all the vital points of each other's body.

Suddenly, the two moved out again and collided again fiercely. In an instant, there was a continuous sound of warfare fighting between the two, crackling, clanging, and the speed was as fast as It was two whirlwinds, and they couldn't distinguish each other at all.

When the two of them fought hard, the people around them suddenly dodged far away, keeping a distance of thirty meters away, and one step closer, they might die at any time.