"Watch your mind!"

A loud shout mixed with the shock of the soul came from the mouth of the old man in the late stage of concentration. Li Xishuang, Fan Heng and others were immediately shaken, and their minds that were about to be lost also had a moment of clarity.

Their backs were instantly wet with cold sweat, and several people were still frightened. They quickly bit the tip of their tongues, and at the same time their spiritual power was running wildly to resist the inexplicable fear that eroded their minds.

"Use all your strength to kill the witch."

The old man shouted loudly, and his spiritual power poured into the sword in his hand crazily. Within a moment, the surrounding area was filled with sword light.

"kill!"

With a loud shout, a sword light rose up in the sky, carrying sword energy all over the sky, and struck towards Lan Youmeng.

With a contemptuous smile, Lan Youmengsu waved her hand, and whip shadows swept out of the sky.

boom!

With a loud noise, the sword light collapsed and the sword energy dissipated. However, the force of the long whip remained unabated and it went straight towards the old man in the late stage of concentration.

He wanted to dodge, but his movements were slow. He couldn't see it and slashed wildly with the sword in his hand.

Boom boom boom, there were several explosions, and then, the old man's pupils shrank.

A ray of red light struck, and a scream sounded out. The three people around them immediately looked at it, and were immediately frightened to death.

The old man's right arm was shattered, his expression was twisted in pain, and a faint shadow appeared from outside his body. It looked exactly like the old man. Hao Ran was the old man's soul. What even made the three of them more frightened was that the old man's soul was also missing a whole piece.

The right arm is still radiating soul power outwards.

It hurts the soul!

Seeing this situation, the other three were so frightened that they no longer had the will to fight. They tried their best to escape frantically.

At the same time, there was another dull sound.

The old man's flesh and blood flew everywhere, half of his body shattered, and he fell from the air.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw three people scared to death.

Seeing the whip shadow coming, Li Xishuang's pupils shrank sharply, and with a plop, she knelt directly on the flying sword facing Lan Youmeng.

"Rare..."

Snapped!

Before he finished speaking, the shadow of the whip flashed past. His delicate body was like a kite with its string cut off, and a handful of blood mist fell in the air.

"Xishuang!"

The man in the middle stage of concentration shouted violently, and in the next moment, a ray of red light went straight towards him.

His eyes were red, and he slashed hard with the sword in his hand.

However, it was all in vain. With a muffled sound, half of the body of the man in the middle stage of concentration collapsed, and he fell from the air.

"My lord, have mercy on me, my lord, have mercy on me!"

His head banged loudly, Fan Heng was extremely frightened and kept begging Lan Youmeng.

Seeing the whip approaching, just when Fan Heng was desperate, the whip suddenly stopped.

His body suddenly collapsed on the flying sword, but before he could relax, the long whip tied him tightly.

The shrill screams resounded for more than ten miles around. Fan Heng's blood boiled, and thick blood mist burst out of his body. Within a few breaths, he was no longer human. His body was shriveled, like a mummy that had been dead for many years, and his body no longer had any blood or vitality.

At the same time, dozens of miles away.

Zhou Zhihuang ran away frantically, looking like he didn't have any fighting spirit. Bing Chen and Ling Xuan were chasing behind him, and from time to time, several ice and blood-colored wind blades would bombard Zhou Zhihuang.

"A lost dog, do you think you can run away?"

The flute sounded, and with a few swishing sounds breaking through the air, the hair on Zhou Zhihuang's back stood up, and he immediately turned around and struck out with his sword.

The ice shattered, and Zhou Zhihuang staggered. Although he was not injured, it still left him in a miserable state.

He felt aggrieved and resentful in his heart. He was a great master of concentration, but he had no choice but to be hunted down like this by two monks who could not even reach the ninth level of spiritual concentration. It was a great shame and humiliation!

Just as he was lost in thought, several red lights approached instantly.

In a hurry, the sword light swept across, there were several bangs and collisions, and half of the bloody sword was cut off by his sword. However, the next moment, Zhou Zhihuang still screamed in agony.

He covered his waist with his hands and looked down, Zhou Zhihuang looked horrified.

A two-inch wound should have been bleeding profusely, but at this time, no trace of blood seeped out. The area around the wound was pale, as if he had been dead for a long time, without any vitality. What made Zhou Zhihuang even more uneasy was that he felt that his life was actually draining away.

A lot.

"What magic weapon brings bad guys to life!"

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and Zhou Zhihuang did not dare to be negligent. Originally, in his heart, he did not take Bing Chen and Ling Xuan seriously at all. A person who has cultivated to the seventh level of Naling in less than a year, even if he has a great opportunity, even if he has cultivated

The level has been forcibly raised, and there is no accumulation of strength. To put it bluntly, it is just an empty frame. Not to mention Ling Xuan, her master is like that, she can teach no good disciples, and the exercises she practices are only at the spiritual level.

In Zhou Zhihuang's plan, several of his subordinates blocked the woman in red, and he lured the two people far away, and then slowly killed them.

There's just one thing that Zhou Zhihuang didn't know about due to seclusion and his impact on the Concentration Realm, and that was Bing Chen killing everyone in the arena of Jianling Academy. If he knew that Yan Lingjiao, who he had tried his best to defeat but couldn't defeat, was beaten until she cried by Bing Chen

Suddenly, he didn't dare to look down upon this small character that he had never taken seriously.

Although he was furious in his heart, Zhou Zhihuang did not lose the caution he should have and continued to be patient. It seemed that he was running away frantically, but in fact he was preparing for thunderous revenge.

He didn't stop until he escaped a hundred miles away and thought he was beyond the range of the red-clothed woman's consciousness. He turned around, his face was twisted with anger, and the murderous intent in his eyes had been accumulated to the extreme. He held a long sword in his hand.

There was a clanking sound, the spiritual power of the whole body was running wildly, and the spiritual energy in a radius of a hundred feet beside him was chaotic, causing the wind and clouds in the sky to change.

"Beast, won't you run away?"

A few miles away, Bingchen sneered.

"You little beast, it's so satisfying to chase me. How about it? I'm quite satisfied with the cemetery I chose for you." Zhou Zhihuang said in a cold voice.

Hearing this, Bing Chen deliberately looked around, then shook his head and said: "No, it's a waste to use such a huge river and mountain to bury a filthy beast like you."

Zhou Zhihuang laughed in anger, his smile was cold and twisted.

"If you talk like a bitch when you are about to die, you will always be a beast. In order to prevent you from dying happily, I will kill this bitch in front of you in a while, and then cut off your flesh with a knife.

The anger in my heart." Zhou Zhihuang said with a distorted expression.

Ling Xuan's face became angry, her eyes flashed with murderous intent, and she immediately slashed out with her sword. Then she made a seal in her hand and shouted softly: "Blood refines the world!"

Bloody light swept across the sky quickly, and the coldness spread.

Shocked in his heart, Zhou Zhihuang retreated subconsciously. He was well aware of the power of this magical power. The woman in red just used it, leaving the five of them helpless for a moment.

However, how could he get what he wished for? After taking a few steps back, ice crystals all over the sky bombarded him. He responded in a hurry, and before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, dozens of ice crystals were already approaching.

With a sharp look on his face, Zhou Zhihuang shouted loudly: "Sword Qi Thousand Blades!"

A sword was slashed out, carrying sword energy that filled the sky, and bombarded Bing Ling.

Boom boom boom boom!

There was a burst of explosion, and all the ice crumbled into pieces, turning into powder all over the sky. The remaining sword energy continued unabated, and strangled Bing Chen and Ling Xuan with a fierce force.

His heart felt cold, and Bing Chen felt the threat of death.

Spiritual energy crazily poured into the ice jade flute, and an astonishing sound of the soul flute suddenly sounded, and a shadow of an ice phoenix suddenly appeared in front of him.

There was a faint cry of phoenix, and the ice phoenix rose into the sky, carrying ice crystals all over the sky, and flew towards the sword energy.

"not good!"

Suddenly, Bing Chen's mind tightened, and an almost invisible residual sword energy broke through the ice phoenix and went straight towards Ling Xuan.

Without thinking too much, Bing Chen stepped forward and in the next moment, he was standing in front of Ling Xuan.

puff!

The sword energy hit his body, and ice dust flew out. While he was in mid-air, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"elder brother!"

Ling Xuan was shocked and immediately opened her arms and hugged Bing Chen.

On a wound from the left shoulder to the right abdomen, the sharp sword energy was still raging. Blood gradually seeped out, and the clothes on Bingchen's chest were wet in a moment.

"elder brother!"

Ling Xuan was extremely anxious, and her eyes were filled with distress.

Bing Chen grinned, but the severe pain in his chest made him take a breath of air.

"Don't worry, you won't die."

He gently broke away from Ling Xuan's arms, and with a thought, the wound was quickly frozen.

"Fortunately, I am practicing my physical training, otherwise I would be scared to death if not hacked to death." Bing Chen said with lingering fear.

Ling Xuan let out a long sigh of relief, and felt relieved, with a hint of relief on her face.

Looking at Zhou Zhihuang, the Blood Refining Heaven and Earth had been completed at this time. Even if he ran away like crazy, it would be like being trapped in a quagmire, with eight blood swords around him constantly attacking him. During this time, he could not escape from the blood light.

"Brother, I'll trap him, and you can use that trick."
To be continued...