Soon, Li Qingzhao, Zhang Xiaotian, and Lu Jun moved to the vicinity of Qi Changfeng and Zhou Shan.

"Get out of the way!"

Zhang Xiaotian shouted violently, and the sword light was like electricity, flashing against Qi Changfeng's shoulder, and swept past the necks of the two blood refining martial artists who attacked Qi Changfeng.

A trace of sword qi flowed into the heads of these two blood refining martial artists, and then exploded, and the two heads were like fireworks, and the blood that flashed red into the sky was the brilliant fireworks.

Zhang Xiaotian knew that in this blood refining world, blood refining martial artists were difficult to kill, so he tried his best to destroy the physical functions of these blood refining martial artists with every blow.

The sword qi is ever-changing, either violent or simple, but it is all effective!

Basically, the blood refining martial artists who were hit by Zhang Xiaotian's sword qi were not dead, they temporarily lost their combat effectiveness, and the recovery effect of the blood refining world was also limited, and for some terrible heavy injuries, there was no immediate cure.

Zhang Xiaotian's sword circle rose, including Qi Changfeng and Zhou Shan, Zhou Shan still looked incredulous, but he had fought with Zhang Xiaotian "not for long", so he was more touched by the changes in his strength.

This is no longer something that can be described quickly, but a leap forward!

Made, not human, really not human!

As the crowd snowballed, more and more people were shocked by Zhang Xiaotian's cold and efficient killing, and even the tall blood refiners who were engrossed in fighting against Qian Wulin also noticed.

There is such a master in the team of Xinghuo disciples!

It's not mentioned in the information?

Where did this kid come from?

Qian Wulin was a little uneasy, because as the Xinghuo disciples were incorporated into the circle one by one and formed an ever-expanding circular battle array, the blood refining martial artists under him were constantly being cleaned up.

After all, these Xinghuo disciples are elites, once they come back to their senses, their tacit cooperation, coupled with the two strong points of Zhang Xiaotian and Li Qingzhao, this combat power is not much better than the Tianfang Company battle group that is scattered into small teams to fight, and even slightly exceeds.

In the round formation, Li Qingzhao pressed the formation as the eye of the formation, and where there was instability, he would make up for it.

And Zhang Xiaotian is wandering around the periphery, forming a mobile combat force.

This inside and outside, plus the other Spark disciples, this ever-expanding circle formation actually formed an effect like a meat grinder, once a blood refining disciple was involved, there was only one way out.

Seeing that his companions were constantly dying, the tall blood refiner couldn't help it.

He first glanced somewhere, revealing an anxious look, "Why hasn't the Blood Refining Beast arrived yet?" ”

Then I was ruthless in my heart, and it seems that I still have to use that means!

Out of nowhere, a red hair-like object popped up between his fingers, like a living thing, flowing endlessly.

This tall blood refiner suddenly smashed a wave of blood with a punch, forcing Qian Wulin in front of him back slightly, and then his fingers loosened his forehead, and the hair-like object was inserted from between his eyebrows.

Whew!

A long, beast-like roar emanated from the throat of a tall blood refiner.

His already tall body suddenly swelled, reaching more than five meters in an instant, and the knotted muscles all over his body were like steel bars.

What's even more terrifying is his momentum, as if half of the mountain peak is standing where the tall body, his body is filled with this tide-like blood-colored aura, and when he breathes, the void seems to be drumming with it, making Qian Wulin feel that he has been squeezed into a narrow gap and it is difficult to breathe.

This person actually faintly has the atmosphere of a grandmaster!

"That's right," Zhang Xiaotian, who had been secretly paying attention to the surrounding situation while killing, said secretly in his heart: "This is in line with the strength that can completely destroy the two battle groups in the dream realm." ”

"!"

Qian Wulin scolded secretly, he felt his heart tremble uncontrollably, just like the feeling when an animal encounters a natural enemy.

He gritted his teeth and stepped forward to face the terrifying pressure of the other party, and his palms struck out continuously, the void shook, opening gaps in the opponent's coercion, and then his own momentum soared into the sky, not falling into the wind.

"It's just a fake grandmaster, Lao Tzu can still be afraid of you!"

The eyes of the tall blood refining martial artist were burning with battle intent, and through the layers of void, he looked into the distance, looking into the depths of the blood refining world.

The qi in his body seemed to merge with the qi released somewhere in this world, and the long howl suddenly stopped, and a vast bloody and evil aura appeared from his eyes.

Hahaha!

The tall blood refiner let out a heart-wrenching laugh, looked at himself with open arms, and muttered to himself:

"What a powerful force, is this the Grandmaster! Destroy, I can destroy everything. ”

The sudden increase in the powerful power of the tall blood refining martial artist affected the minds of the tall blood refining martial artists, and their eyes revealed the madness of destroying everything.

"Kill!"

Qian Wulin, who had broken through the many blood qi barriers, finally came to the tall blood refiner, and then saw his arms waving like flies in the opposite direction.

He burst into a shout, and his palms alternately struck nine times in a row, and the void actually had the intention of collapsing, and his "Earthquake Sky Palm" was also a top-level martial art, and its power was not bad.

But all this is as illusory as it is in the face of great power.

Qian Wulin's palm momentum was like a paper paste under the wave of the tall blood refiner, and it was defeated like a bamboo.

The huge slap that swept over slammed Qian Wulin out like a fly, and like a cannonball, it smashed the hill a hundred meters away, smashing out a black and deep human-shaped hole.

"Remember, you died at the hands of my Pan Hong!"

The Blood Refiner shouted triumphantly.

Whoa!

As he spoke, the entire hill collapsed, forming a semi-circular shape, like a burial mound.

The martial artists of the Tianfang Company in the field were all frightened, and a ninth-level peak martial artist of the source power was swatted to death by the other party like a fly!

Qinglin's face was a little pale, Li Qingzhao also showed a cautious look, Zhang Xiaotian was expressionless, it was impossible for him to have fear in his current state.

Puff puff!

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone in the field was stunned by this blow (including the blood refiners), Zhang Xiaotian's sword momentum swept up a violent wind and killed three people in a row.

At this point, more blood refining martial artists died in the hands of Zhang Xiaotian than half of the others, which can be called a killing machine.

Pan Hong's gaze swept over, and with two steps, he had already come to the circle of the Xinghuo disciples, "Boy, give me death!" ”

A huge red palm slashed into the air.

Bang!

It seemed that hundreds of millions of thunderbolts exploded, and the blood vapor steamed, turning into red mist, but it quickly condensed, turning into agile blood snakes.

The powerful force entangled and tore, bursting out with a strong aftermath, sweeping across the space of hundreds of meters, causing ripples, and one by one the blood refining martial artists and heavenly martial artists staggered under this force, and their footing was unstable.

And Zhang Xiaotian, who faced this force, was already half buried in the soil at this moment.

But his back was still straight under the weight.

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