With Feng Shaoyu's sneer, his hands spread out across his chest. Suddenly, the blood flashed, and twelve handles flashed the glorious Jianmang. Each sword stalk has a spirit of blood, and it is surrounded by a circle, spinning constantly.

"Go to death!" Feng Shaoyu's right palm waved down suddenly. Suddenly, the twelve blood-sharp long swords followed one, and assassinate Xiang Heliang downward.

Due to the speed with which He Liang rushed to kill, there was no time to dodge when approaching Jianmang, and he was too late to go to work. He had to resist again with the long sword in his hand, but this time he had enough power and was imagined to be repelled by a sword like the last two times.

He blocked the bloodshade swordman and shook it back. But he hadn't had time to withdraw, and the second stalk of blood-sharp sword fell again, and also merged with the first stalk of the previous sword, and the power suddenly doubled.

The advantage that he had just pulled back, was instantly pulled back again.

"Damn!" This made He Liang quite depressed, but even more depressed he was still behind.

The twelve stalks are blended with one stalk, and each stalk is doubled. But when He Liang reached the fourth stalk, he couldn't hold it, and began to fall back with the stalk.

Feng Shaoyu smiled on the treetop with a pleasant smile: "Well, it can hold the offensive of the four swords. But the ending is already doomed, you are dead!"

"Small boy, look down on you!" He Liang was so furious that he was forced to such an extent by a person in the early stage of the Yuan Dynasty, which was simply a shame to him and never forgive him. Only with the blood of your opponent can this shame be washed clean.

"Ah! Give me a break!" He Liang roared, running his innate elemental forces to resist Jianmang.

However, in vain, Jianmang merged into one, in order to double it to a geometric multiple, even if he exerted his milk, he could not reverse the defeat.

"He Liang, hold it up!" Song Xin couldn't stand it anymore, and he rescued.

"Oh!" A flash of cold light, a cyan sword, burst into attack at the moment. Feng Shaoyu's face changed slightly, and he hurried to dodge. But the speed of the splash was too fast, he could not avoid it all, and Feijian opened a gap in the side.

Feng Shaoyu was very surprised. He thought that there might be a big difference between the congenital realm and the Jin Dan realm, but he didn't expect that it would be the difference between the sky and the sky. With this sword, he deeply realized the gap between the two. At the same time, he also understands why the "Jin Dan" should be the watershed of Xiuxian and Xiuwu.

"Master, quickly smash the remaining sword-mangs, or they will all fall down, and I will be dead!" He Liang was anxious and asked Song Xin for help.

Because he has seen the cracking method of this trick, only by reducing Jianmang and not letting it be one, he has hope of survival.

Hearing that Song Xin changed his attack target, the royal sword stabbed to the blood evil sword.

"Want to save him, stop dreaming!" Feng Shaoyu grasped his right hand backwards, and squeezed out a silver-red sword mang out of thin air.

"When!" Mars splashed, brilliant.

Feng Shaoyu firmly suppressed Fei Jian and prevented it from moving forward. However, he also paid some price for this. He still underestimated the power of Feijian, was injured by the radon covered by Feijian, and the entire right arm was shaken by the wood, especially the tiger's mouth. There was blood.

"Can you stop it?" Song Xin waved his fingers and slammed hard. "Sick!"

Suddenly, the green flying sword followed a flip, speeding up suddenly, and in a moment, swept past from underneath.

"Ka!" The moment Sword flew across, the sword awn in Feng Shaoyu's hand was cut off, and then collapsed.

"Damn!" Feng Shaoyu tried to stop again, but found that it was too late. Fei Jian's speed is really too fast, in a blink of an eye, it lased on the blood evil sword.

"Ka!" Xuesha Jianmang could not resist the attack of Feijian, and instantly, the land collapsed.

Next, Song Xin controlled the flying sword, and attacked several other blood-sharp sword awns that had not yet fallen.

"It's so easy to save him!" Feng Shaoyu knew it was basically impossible to stop Song Xin. Therefore, the remaining Bloodshade Swordman was abandoned, and the attack and kill method was changed immediately. He swooped down at a high speed, and slammed on the combined Bloodshade Swordman.

"Ka!" Suddenly, the sword in He Liang's hand collapsed, and the blood-sharp sword Meng pierced into his chest, piercing it from behind.

"Ah!" Screamed screamingly, blood spurting out.

"Boom!" Feng Shaoyu didn't stop, but at a constant speed, he blasted He Liang into the ground.

He Liang vomited blood, his eyes full of terror and anger, staring at Feng Shaoyu, saying: "You ... I must crush your bones, and I will never be born."

Feng Shaoyu grinned sneer and said, "Do you think you still have this chance?"

Said, Feng Shaoyu's right hand turned, the blood evil sword trembled, the powerful sword Yuanli suddenly burst out from He Liang's body.

"No ..." He Liang gave an unwilling roar, but this could not change his fragmented ending with Jian Yuanli.

Hands, feet, and skulls, as well as the corpse splattered, blood stained the ground, and even the surrounding leaves were covered with bright red blood.

"Asshole, I want you to give him his life!" Song Xin was furious, but he himself killed He Liang. This is undoubtedly a shame on him, not to mention the other party 's cultivation is only a metamorphosis. This made him even more shameful and unforgivable.

Song Xin seemed to be mad, killing Feng Shaoyu with all his strength.

After learning that Zhang Cheng and Yang Dan had been killed here, they were also very angry, speeding up the attack rhythm and strengthening their attack power.

Therefore, this caused the pressure on Li Yitong and Yuan Hao to multiply. However, due to the excessive power consumption of the previous fighting demon, the strength of the fire fox has gradually decreased. The current situation is very bad for them!

Under the attack of Song Xin's full strength, Feng Shaoyu had to temporarily avoid the forward, but because Song Xin's speed was too fast, he could not avoid it all.

After a while, Fei Jian opened a few mouths. Fortunately, the wounds in these mouths are not very deep, and there is no major problem or impact.

"Shit, don't hide it!" Song Xin was very angry and depressed.

"I'm stupid, shouldn't I wait to be slaughtered by you?" Feng Shaoyu raised an eyebrow and provoked.

"Okay! I can see how long you can hide!" Song Xin's heart gradually calmed down, and he no longer squandered the power of random attacks without rules. He began to calm down and calmed down in search of Feng Shaoyu's flaws.

This is undoubtedly unfavorable for Feng Shaoyu.

"Your sister, calm down so quickly, I really look down on you!" Feng Shaoyu originally wanted to find his flaws through Song Xin's attack, but now it seems that this is impossible and unrealistic. .

Song Xin snorted coldly: "Don't you know what idea you're working on?"

"Okay, since this is the case, let me attack it! I'll take a look at the strength of Jin Danjing's cultivation. How suddenly Feng Shaoyu's face sank, his momentum changed, and his whole body was covered by blood There was a flash of blood in his eyes, and it looked like the killer of the same hell.