I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

Rong Heng laughed strangely, his face full of madness.

Because of the influence of Yan Xiu's Great Sun Lingxu Divine Light, blood gushed out from the wound of his broken arm, dyeing the surrounding ground blood red.

"Interesting, interesting. I underestimated it. You have to make sure I enjoy it!"

After saying that, Rong Heng released the hand that had been holding the broken arm.

Suddenly, a large amount of blood and flesh gushed out from the wound on the broken arm, like a fountain, spraying scarlet liquid into the air.

For a moment, the strong smell of blood floated in the air, filling everyone's nostrils and making people feel nauseous.

Qing'er grabbed the corner of Yan Xiu's clothes tightly, her face turned pale.

She was only seven or eight years old, at the age of innocence and had never seen such a scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Not only Qing'er, but also Zhu Miao and others who were watching the battle on the top of the mountain had solemn expressions.

Although warriors have strong qi and blood, such an exaggerated amount of bleeding has already exceeded common sense. Even a person with the strongest vitality cannot do it.

Yan Xiu gently covered Qing'er's eyes and said softly, "Close your eyes and don't look."

Qing'er closed her eyes obediently after hearing that.

Yan Xiu waved his sleeves lightly and sent Qing'er to Zhu Miao and others, then turned his gaze back to Rong Heng.

The severed arm was still spewing out scarlet blood and pieces of flesh, as if endless.

It was only a short moment's work, until the blood had accumulated to the ankles in the huge square, and Rong Heng finally stopped.

Instead of turning pale as after the heavy bleeding, his face became even more rosy and bright.

Rong Heng's sinister and sharp eyes flashed with a deep crimson color as they were fixed on Yan Xiu. They were filled with brutal murderous intent, and his eyes were like a ferocious beast lurking in the dark, ready to pounce at any time.

He walked towards Yan Xiu step by step in the blood.

It seemed as if something was swimming in the blood, appearing silently on all sides of Yan Xiu.

As Rong Heng's eyes flashed, the unknown creatures wandering in the thick scarlet blood suddenly jumped up and attacked Yan Xiu together.

Pieces of blood-red waves were stirred up, like evil spirits breaking free from their restraints in the abyss of hell.

Their twisted bodies exude a suffocating cold and bloody smell, and every tentacle carries the curse of death, like a poisonous snake spitting out a deadly tongue.

"What kind of evil magic is this? It's so weird!"

Zhu Miao was horrified, his face full of shock.

Not only him, even Xu Xiang felt his hands and feet go cold when facing this situation.

If I were to face Rong Heng, I would probably be devoured without leaving even a corpse.

"Humph, demons and monsters are nothing but ants in front of our Master!"

Unlike the shock and surprise of others, Qing'er snorted disdainfully with a clear nasal sound and did not take Rong Heng seriously at all.

After all, in her heart, her master is invincible.

Looking at the blood ghosts surrounding him from all directions, Yan Xiu just glanced at them with his peripheral vision.

Then he sighed softly, his tone full of disappointment.

"Boring, really boring."

He had thought that Rong Heng's ability would be at least one level higher than Sang Chuanjiang's, but he didn't expect him to be so weak.

Yan Xiu was still thinking about whether he could experiment with the power of the Great Sun Spiritual Light or the Void-Breaking Sword Formation.

But from the current perspective, there is no need for this at all.

Because he knew that with Rong Heng's strength, he could never be a match for the two.

Yan Xiu didn't make any move. Countless blood ghosts flew towards him from all directions, roaring hoarsely, and exploded without warning.

Rong Heng waved his broken arm, and bloody ghosts immediately condensed from the blood again, attacking one after another.

Despite this, Yan Xiu still stood with his hands behind his back, looking straight ahead, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor.

The heavenly robe glowed with radiance, forming a circle of protective divine light around him. Any blood that wanted to invade him made a boiling sound and was instantly evaporated the moment it came into contact with the divine light.

"No need to hide your abilities any more. Let me see your true abilities."

Rong Heng's eyes flickered when he heard this.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and replied in a hoarse voice: "Young man, don't be so arrogant. It's still unclear whether you can stop this endless stream of blood ghosts of mine!"

As soon as the words fell, the calm blood suddenly exploded, causing waves to soar into the sky, and countless hideous and terrifying blood ghosts of various shapes jumped out.

Their eyes were blood red and flashing with madness.

Pairs of sharp bloody claws were dripping with thick blood, and every swing was accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air.

Rong Heng once again aimed his broken arm at Yan Xiu, releasing the earthworm-like fleshy face that was more than ten feet long.

Yan Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly, and a strand of hair hanging down in front of his forehead was blown by the strong wind that smelled of blood.

call out--!

The Tiandun sword that had been lingering in his mind suddenly came out at this moment.

A long river of unparalleled sharp sword energy gushed out like an upside-down Milky Way, with unparalleled power and sharpness, as if to cut the entire world in half.

Those ferocious evil spirits that came riding on rolling waves of blood were easily cut in half like fragile straws under the sweeping river of sword energy.

The body made of blood and water instantly exploded in the sword energy, turning into pieces of blood rain floating in the air.

And the ugly and twisted earthworm-like fleshy face was cut into two by the unparalleled sword energy.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, without even a drop of smelly blood splattered.

The long river of sword energy continued to move forward after destroying the two strange creatures. It slashed straight towards Rong Heng along the huge body of the fleshy monster face.

Rong Heng was shocked when he saw this.

He instinctively wanted to use his broken arm to stop it, but he ignored that the monster face with fleshy granulations had been wiped out by the long river of sword energy.

At the critical moment of life and death, Rong Heng circulated all his internal energy and used his hand as a knife to chop off the severed arm and escape.

Facing the fleeing Rong Heng, the long river of sword energy seemed to have intelligence, like an awakening dragon.

The sword energy surged like waves, rolling like the sea, carrying with it endless destructive power, and followed closely behind him.

Rong Heng endured the severe pain and fled at lightning speed, trying to escape from this terrifying river of sword energy.

But no matter how fast he was, it was of no avail.

After just a few breaths, his figure was swallowed up in the vast river of sword energy.

At that moment, his eyes were filled with despair and fear.

As for the disciples of the Holy Sky Island who came with Rong Heng, their originally arrogant expressions froze on their faces as they looked at the scene in front of them, and they were all dumbfounded.

Their eyes were filled with shock, fear and disbelief.

A moment ago, he was still arrogant and didn't take this small Fuzhen Temple seriously.

But what happened next made them feel cold all over.