I can practice every day for a year

Sikong Xianming and the other two were slightly stunned. This is a true spirit with perfect Xuanyi!

You know, the physique of a true spirit is comparable to that of a demon of the same level, but on this basis, it has many more strange means. In terms of comprehensive combat power, it is even higher than that of a demon of the same level!

Human warriors often have no chance of winning against true spirits of the same level.

They had heard of Chen Wang before, but only as the martial arts champion of Chaoling Fairyland.

Even if he has entered Xuanyi now, he is still a world away from that blood demon, right?

Sikong Xianming said in a deep voice: "Although I don't know why the adults appointed you as the captain, and I don't like you very much, but this period is not the time for you to show off. If you die, it's a small matter, but delaying the battle is a big matter!"

Ji Yuanjian agreed deeply: "After all, this battlefield is not Chaoling Fairyland. If you die, you will be sent out."

The other three were relatively scattered, but after hearing what the two said, they all felt that it made sense.

But the next second, Chen Wang's figure suddenly disappeared.

Everyone opened their mouths wide.

In a flash, Chen Wang kicked the blood demon's head with incredible speed.

Boom!

The blood demon's body fell straight down, creating a huge pit with a radius of dozens of feet.

"Little bastard, sneak attack?" The blood demon snorted coldly and casually patted the dust on his body.

Behind him, ghost faces gathered, mixed with bursts of shrill voices, and went towards Chen Wang!

"No, go help!" Sikong Xianming took the lead and rushed to Chen Wang.

But a knife fell in front of him without any sign.

In desperation, Sikong Xianming could only avoid its edge and take a step back.

Looking up, the swordsman standing on the top of the city had already drawn his sword and slowly rose into the air. He raised his hand to pick his ears and said lazily: "Sign?"

On the other side, the woman in black also stopped the other people. Without speaking, she was already gathering energy secretly.

Chen Wang raised his hand slightly, and thousands of sword lights fell from the sky.

Like a series of brilliant lights, they cut off all the ghost faces wherever they passed.

But when the ghost faces dispersed, they formed a group of black smoke, instantly covering the figures of Chen Wang and the blood demon.

The blood demon pulled the corner of his mouth, and the face with only human facial features showed a hint of sarcasm.

This method will also consume his resentment power. It can be said that the less it is used, the less it is. Only by killing can it be made up.

But the effect and the cost are proportional.

Once a human warrior who does not understand him is swallowed by his magical power, there is only one end: erosion of the mind!

Previously, a Xuanyi deputy general in Nanzhou was lucky and only touched a small part, but even so, he has not been able to go to the battlefield to fight again!

"Wait until your mind is disordered, and I will kill you with one blow. Your blood power and the resentment formed by death will all be mine, which is enough to make up for the loss of this move." The blood demon pulled the corner of his mouth.

Sikong Xianming and others were so depressed when they saw this.

Too careless!

I heard that this person came from the local demon suppression department and had dealt with the living spirit sect more than once. He knew that his opponent's methods were beyond common sense, but he dared to be so arrogant!

In the next moment, there seemed to be a faint flash of lightning and fire in the black smoke.

Then, a stream of light rushed out from the smoke.

This light was like a comet falling to the ground. From a distance, it was just a flash, passing through the blood demon, coming to the back, and disappearing.

It was Chen Wang!

At this time, Chen Wang was not hurt at all.

The Longxiao knife in his hand was still emitting red light.

Shen Yang was extremely determined.

The blood demon behind him was stiff, and a clear blood-red light passed through his chest.

Bang!

The blood demon's body exploded directly and turned into a ball of blood mist.

Chen Wang disappeared again.

A few miles away, a figure suddenly condensed.

It was the Blood Demon.

At this time, the light on the surface of the Blood Demon had dimmed too much. He covered his chest, coughed repeatedly, and gasped like a cow.

So scary!

What happened to that person? He could be unscathed in his "ghost cry" magic!

Those clear and firm eyes told him that the other party was not affected at all!

Why?

And the strange sword technique just now could actually suppress him naturally!

Da Da Da.

Footsteps suddenly sounded beside him.

The Blood Demon turned his head in fear.

When?

Chen Wang had come to him and chopped down the blade in his hand.

The Blood Demon, who had no way to avoid it, was hit by the Divine Yang's extreme intention for the second time.

Completely dissipated.

Chen Wang frowned.

No demon pill.

Is it because this demon has become a true spirit?

...

Sikong Xianming and Ji Yuanjian, one in the late Xuanyi period and the other in the middle Xuanyi period, joined forces to deal with the swordsman, whom they had seen in intelligence.

The swordsman was codenamed Shanluan.

Shanluan's strength is actually on par with Sikong Xianming, but because of the resentment in his body, the two dare not touch him, and they are restrained and unable to exert their strength, so that even if they are two against one, they can only end up in a tie.

As for the other side, they are not so optimistic.

Even if it is four against one, facing the woman in black, they are still at a disadvantage and in danger.

At this time, two people have been eroded by the resentment, and they need to constantly remove some of their true energy to suppress it.

The woman's code name is Heliu, and she and Shanluan are both from Yan.

He Liu said in a deep voice: "Shan Luan, we can't delay any longer, just send these people away. The man just now has some skills, we must join forces!"

In the distance, the swordsman Shan Luan had a heavy face, did not speak, just nodded.

Just as the two were about to fully explode their own resentment power, a cold voice came: "Too late."

He Liu instantly felt a strong sense of threat, but before she could make any move, a blade with high temperature fell straight down.

Destroyed with withering and rotten.

The physique of a warrior in the late stage of Xuanyi realm was like paper in front of the knife light, and his body was directly separated to the left and right!

Blood splattered everywhere!

The swordsman Shan Luan in the distance didn't care too much, and turned around and ran without hesitation!

Even the Xuanyi perfect true spirit couldn't stop this person. If he stayed here, he would only have a dead end!

But when Shan Luan retreated to a distance, his body suddenly stopped!

His body was stiff.

Because a hand came over his shoulder.

"Go down." Chen Wang said softly, and suddenly exerted force.

A ball of dazzling fire burst out from his hand, pressing Shan Luan to the ground!

Boom!

Black smoke slowly emanated from the pores on the surface of Shan Luan's skin, which was as black as charcoal.

As the smoke became thicker, it finally revealed a series of miserable faces.

There was despair, begging, and emptiness. Everything came from the last emotions of the people who died at his hands before they completely lost their lives.

Chen Wang turned and left, walking towards the city.

Gone?

Shan Luan's eyes widened.

Can he still live?

But his smile soon froze.

A huge Mars broke through the clouds and fell at an incredible speed.

Sikong Xianming and others could not care about the exclamation in their hearts, and could only retreat again and again, fearing that they would be affected.

Damn, so fierce? !