But this time, it was golden blood that spurted out.

Golden rain falls in this ancient devil's cave.

Song Wanxi in the golden rain becomes more and more beautiful and charming. It is hard to believe that she actually belongs to the same family as those dirty and evil demons.

Zhao Xuanyang took advantage of his injury and sprayed out a rain of blood. The golden raindrops were absolutely indistinguishable. Each drop had a clear outline, an almost perfect oval shape, and they did not interfere with each other.

Like golden melon seeds. Jiang Wang thought silently.

"This is the blood of my heart, the blood of my God." Zhao Xuanyang pointed his fingers in the shape of a sword, with a bold and heroic aura: "Devil, please die with me!"

Drop by drop of golden blood suddenly changed in mid-air, forming an extremely complex and majestic pattern.

It looked like an ancient star map, but unfortunately Jiang Wang couldn't recognize it and didn't know where it should be in the sky.

Zhao Xuanyang fought hard and vomited blood. He truly lived up to his reputation as a genius.

The golden blood droplets formed a large formation, immediately stirring up power and gathering momentum. On top of this complex and majestic golden rain star map, the shadow of a golden-armored warrior appeared in a daze, and it solidified in an instant!

This battle general is tall, with brilliant golden armor and remarkable power.

As soon as he solidified, he looked at Song Wanxi with overwhelming fighting spirit!

But almost the moment he solidified, Song Wanxi had already arrived in front of him.

A pair of white and tender hands, which could even be called weak, gently touched the two arms of the golden-armored warrior, one on the left and one on the left!

The golden-armored warrior let out a cry of pain that was transformed into a living creature, as if he really had a spirit.

But no matter how mysterious his manifestation was, it cost Zhao Xuanyang a huge price.

At this moment, his arms had been torn off by Song Wanxi!

The two golden armored arms began to disintegrate in the air.

But Song Wanxi moved forward with only one headbutt!

A beautiful woman used her beautiful, unprotected head to hit a warrior wearing a golden helmet. She used her forehead, as smooth as snow, to collide with the golden helmet that looked very hard.

What kind of scene is this?

What a brutal fighting style is this?

Zhao Xuanyang could no longer be surprised.

Because Song Wanxi's headbutt fell and the collision happened, the protector general he summoned with "blood from the heart" and "blood from the gods" had already disintegrated into a stream of light!

It can't withstand a full blow at all!

Song Wanxi's beautiful forehead is still smooth, without even a red mark. There is no possibility of injury.

The difference in strength is so obvious.

She is close!

A round jade pendant carved with a phoenix hanging from Zhao Xuanyang's waist immediately let out a phoenix cry.

This is a treasure passed down by the master to protect oneself, and it is enough to withstand a real blow.

Its voice is clear and clear, as if it is moving in the nine heavens. It sounds noble, powerful and inviolable.

But it stopped suddenly.

Like an old hen whose neck was suddenly strangled.

A slender jade hand just happened to hold the jade pendant carved with a round phoenix. With a slight squeeze, the jade pendant shattered into crumbs and fluttered down.

The sound of the phoenix started and then stopped.

Real people in this world can see the truth, and so can real demons.

Song Wanxi's first approach was to rush towards this protective object.

After crushing the jade pendant, he explored it again with his hands.

The hands that Zhao Xuanyang was making were already held. He was unable to dodge or resist!

Song Wanxi's blood-stained eyes were emotionless, her frosty face expressionless, she just simply pulled with her hands——

As blood sprayed out, Zhao Xuanyang's arms were ripped off!

In Zhao Xuanyang's expression of uncontrollable pain, Song Wanxi repeated her old tricks and hit her head straight down again.

It’s not that she can only do this, but the power is so powerful that she only has to do this!

Simple, efficient and cool!

Seeing that beautiful face getting closer and closer, looking at the fluttering black hair, Zhao Xuanyang seemed to only see an endless abyss.

Time seems to have frozen.

No.

Zhao Xuanyang soon discovered that it was not time that was frozen, nor were these the trance-like moments before his death.

It was the head of that beautiful witch that really stopped.

Saved...?

Only then did he hear Jiang Wang's voice——

"Zhao Xuanyang is a well-groomed person, so don't hurt his face."

What should I say? he thought.

The little brat finally has some conscience?

If you have the guts, just let me go?

Hey! Why are you so hypocritical here, you evil-minded thief?

But in the end he struggled and said: "Zhao Xuanyang is also a person who cherishes his life! No..."

There is only one sentence.

Because the female demon's palm knife had cut open his heart.

What a cold and decisive feeling it was.

Also cut open were his Tongtian Palace, five inner palaces, and a Yun Temple.
Chapter completed!