The Supreme Realm of Fighting Break

Chapter 383 The Fall of the Patriarch of the Wraith ([-])

(Feeling the imminent death, the Ancestor of Wraiths stared at Xiao Yan and the others, and laughed out loud with great reluctance. The Bone Throne held a feast of vindictiveness amidst his hysterical laughter.)
The phantom figure sitting on the Bone Throne seemed to have sensed everything, he couldn't hold back any longer, stood up abruptly, pressed his palm on the Bone Throne hard, and there was a muffled "bang!" , the armrest of the Throne of Bones broke suddenly, and the fragments flew everywhere.

Uncontainable anger was added to the ferocious face of the Ancestor of Wraith Spirit, a pair of blood-colored eyes burst out suddenly, passed through the void, and hung high above the heads of Xiao Yan and the others.

This pair of blood-colored eyes possessed a breathtaking magical power. Although they were suspended in the air, they seemed to be able to pierce through the bodies of everyone and intimidate their souls. It was creepy.

Only Xiao Yan's soul power was strong enough, and he was not as seriously intimidated as others. He turned around coldly, showing a mocking smile, and confronted his blood-colored eyes.

The blood-colored pupils were provoked, their eyes suddenly darkened, and they became more and more bloodthirsty. The powerful soul deterrence made the corners of Xiao Yan's mouth twitch slightly.

Xiao Yan gritted his teeth, secretly running the Blood Spirit Art, and suddenly felt the pressure drop greatly.

"Hahahaha, young man, such powerful soul power, such a wide range of soul fighting skills. If you devour your soul power, it will be of great benefit to me!"

The hoarse voice of the ancestor of the wraith seemed to ring in everyone's ears.

The words "a soul fighting skill with a wide range" fell into Xiao Yan's ears, and Xiao Yan couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. These words were tantamount to acknowledging the power of Xiao Yan's "Heavenly Fury".

In other words, the ancestor of the wraith will not be so stupid as to continue to consume too much soul power to summon countless skeletons!And this was exactly the result Xiao Yan wanted to obtain.

Xiao Yan was overjoyed in his heart, but he didn't dare to show any expression on his pale face, because at this time Xiao Yan's soul power had already been exhausted, and the image of the sea of ​​soul consciousness was torn into countless pieces, which were torn apart again when they were spliced ​​together. Crack, splice and tear again.

Dou Qi can be recovered with pills, but soul power does not, so it can only be recovered slowly with time.

Xiao Yan clenched his teeth, took a deep breath, suppressed the almost uncontrollable scream of pain, his footsteps already felt frivolous, but under the support of Tianhuo, he dared not, and did not show the slightest abnormality.

"Humph! A bunch of trash!"

Suddenly, the ancestor of the wraith spirit roared, and the green light trembled in the densely packed skeleton army in the endless desert, and countless wraith spirits let out a low hiss of surrender and pleading.

The Ancestor of Wraith Spirit squinted his eyes, and the handprints of both hands changed rapidly. The green light in the skulls of countless skeletons was instantly pulled away from the skeleton, and flew towards the Ancestor of Wraith Spirit.

The skeleton that had lost the resentful spirit was tangible and spiritless, and stood there blankly, no longer a threat to Xiao Yan and others.

Everyone immediately breathed a sigh of relief, all of them were relieved, their toes were weak, and they almost fell down.

Xiao Yan has been desperately persevering, not letting himself show a trace of fatigue, the bet is that the ancestor of the Wraith Spirit is afraid of his soul power.

Obviously, Xiao Yan's bet was right.

This matter is very dangerous, if the ancestor of the Wraith Spirit is a little more patient and waits even a little longer, the ending of everyone may be rewritten!Thinking of this, Xiao Yan couldn't help but felt a chill in his back.

"Don't be too happy! Try the Eighteen Blood Spirit Formation I created with resentful spirits!"

The corner of the mouth of the Ancestor of Wraith Spirit suddenly raised a hint of unruliness.

I saw that with the gathering of fighting spirits and resentful spirits, eighteen blood-colored banners appeared out of thin air on the throne of bones, and the banners soared into the sky, standing upright under the sky like pillars supporting the sky.

The Ancestor of Wraith, who was in the center of the throne of bones, quickly made coherent handprints, pouring battle energy and soul power into the formation continuously.

"Under this formation, there has never been a living person. It was like this before, and it must be like this afterward!"

The words of the ancestor of the wraith were loud and full of crazy self-confidence.

Before Xiao Yan and the others could take a few deep breaths, their slightly relaxed nerves tensed up again.

In the distance, with the Ancestor of the Wraith Spirit as the center, the eighteen blood-colored flagpoles are as high as a thousand feet, and the flags are fluttering, shaking out a mist, completely covering the world.

At this moment, the sky is no longer the original sky, and the earth is not the previous earth.

Everyone stood in place without moving at all, but they felt as if they were in the midst of churning flags. There was only blood red in the sky and on the ground, like a monstrous wave of blood boiling. Not open, disgusting.

Xiao Yan looked intently, the blood flag turned out to be composed of countless resentful spirits, devouring each other, tearing at each other, wanting to choose someone to devour, it was extremely horrifying.

Everyone didn't dare to act rashly, so they could only form a tight circle, watching the movements around them, and being ready to resist possible situations at any time.

"At the cost of sacrificing the vitality of the resentful spirits, summon the evil spirit of blood from the earth, and create the supreme blood spirit formation! It is your honor to enjoy this formation! Hahaha."

The unbridled voice of the Ancestor of Wraith Spirit suddenly approached and then went far away, making it impossible to follow him.

"This is weird and full of resentment, we have to deal with it carefully."

The golden shield had already lit up, covering the crowd, screaming impulsively, staring at the flickering phantom figure of the ancestor of the wraith in the center of the formation, frowning tightly, showing a rare composure and calmness on his face.

Everyone looked at the churning blood spirit formation, not a little shocked by the words of the ancestor of the wraith spirit, and quietly waited for the upcoming decisive battle.

At this time, beside everyone, there are many resentful spirits flying in the layers of blood, and the eighteen flags are only faintly visible, as if they are within reach, but also seem to be out of reach. The visual contrast made Xiao Yan frowned deeply.

"The first flag moves, the blood knife sacrifices to the sky!"

The anger of the ancestor of the resentful spirit came from the blood spirit formation, and immediately after, the blood flag was waving, and countless resentful spirits turned into a giant knife, cutting down from the sky, and a sharp knife light illuminated Xiao Yan's eyes. The person's cheek was instantly slashed like an electric glow across the sky.

The knife was fierce, as fast as a shooting star, and the gust of wind that it brought up messed up everyone's long hair, but it couldn't shake their rock-solid hearts.

"Huangquan is angry!"

Xiao Yan moved his hands slowly and powerfully, resisting the weakness caused by the dryness of the sea of ​​consciousness, and launched an attack.

A giant of ten thousand feet stepped out again, drawing the water of the Yellow Spring River and rolling it towards the giant knife.

Xiao Yan secretly sighed in his heart, although he lost the sea of ​​skeletons, he got countless resentful spirits in exchange. He really didn't know whether to call it joy or sorrow, but until now, he could only fight to the death.

"Uh!"

Everyone let out an exclamation of astonishment.

But in the blink of an eye, "Huang Quan Tian Fu", who was still invincible just now, met the giant knife, but it was like a leaf that had fallen into the water carelessly. After only a little ripple, the afterimage disappeared in the void, and everything returned to calm.

Immediately afterwards, a gust of wind surged, the knife fell faster, and the wind became more violent.

"Why, why exactly?"

Everyone was puzzled, just now they dealt with Yuru's "Heaven's Wrath" like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves against the skeleton army, why now they have no power at all against the wraiths?Not only is it powerless, but it seems vulnerable?
Between the shocks, the sword was approaching.

"I come!"

Xiao Zhan suddenly moved, stepped forward into the void, the golden light shrank rapidly, turned into layers of armor covering the rigid fist, the heavy fist struck out loudly, and collided with the giant knife fiercely, arousing bloody golden light all over the sky.

"Oh!"

There was a heavy muffled sound, and in an instant, the light and shadow disappeared.

Xiao Zhan retreated seven steps in a row, and the arm armor made a "creaking" sound of breaking along a knife mark, spreading and spreading, and the pieces cracked, turning into fragments and disappearing in the air.

At the same time, the blood knife also slowly collapsed away, turning into a mass of resentful spirits and melting into the blood spirit formation.

"Hahahaha, this is just the beginning!"

The crazed clamor of the ancestor of the wraith rose again, mixed with a wave of triumphant contempt.

"Damn it! You... have the ability to come out and fight alone!"

Xiao Zhan roared uncontrollably, the sound of anger was deafening.

"Young man, even though your soul power is strong enough, it's still wishful thinking to break through the wraith that has covered me with bloody evil energy accumulated for many years!" , "You just suffer and die obediently!"

"It's really arrogant." Jenny couldn't help interjecting, brushing her messy hair with her slender hands, revealing her beautiful face.

She turned her head to look worriedly at Xiao Yan, whose face was turning blue and pale, and understood his worry, but there was nothing she could do, and she was extremely anxious.

Sensing Zhen Ni's gaze, Xiao Yan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a forced smile.

"The power of the soul is useless, so how can we break the blood spirit formation?"

Looking at the bloody array of resentful spirits, Xiao Yan fell into deep thought.

"The second flag moves, the blood gun comes out of the hole!"

Without any time to breathe, the ancestor of the Wraith Spirit's second move has followed one after another.

Eighteen blood-colored banners rolled violently like a torrent, and eighteen blood-colored guns quickly changed directions like lightning, flickering, appearing and disappearing, passing through layers of blood mist and stabbing at everyone.

At the same time, the sharp and mournful roars of countless resentful spirits suddenly sounded out amidst the blood in the sky, disturbing everyone's minds.

The blood flag was waving, and the tip of the spear was dancing, like the snake letter of a poisonous snake, shining with sharp light, so flexible and fast that people couldn't figure out the reality.

"call!"

There was a sudden whistling sound, but before Xiao Yan could react, the blood-colored spear tip had already pierced his clothes and was coming straight to his chest.

"careful!"

Le Shaolong and Ziying had prepared for a long time, they were stunned by the speed of the blood guns, the blades were unsheathed, and the figures disappeared, flashing in front of Xiao Yan, only two afterimages remained in place.

The condensed figure and the sharp blade just blocked the attack of the spears, and then followed the trend, and the blade was as fast as the wind, and slashed towards the eighteen spears.

"Bang bang bang!"

The [-] blood-colored spears were like [-] enraged dragons, and they slammed at Le Shaolong and Ziying as if devouring blood. Each blow was more ferocious than the other, and each was more shocking than the last.

Huge beads of sweat oozed from Le Shaolong's and Ziying's foreheads, their faces became distorted and pale, the hands holding the weapons tightly were covered with veins, and there was a violent knocking sound between their teeth.

They will soon be overwhelmed.

Everyone hastily showed their weapons, forming a series of dazzling handprints, ready to support.

At this moment, "Boom!" The sky filled with blood mist suddenly exploded with a loud explosion, and the two of them tried their best to erupt a powerful fighting spirit. The last blood gun flashed past, and the heat wave rushed away and passed away quickly. .

(End of this chapter)