"This kid is simply looking for death!Red Blood Knife Technique, how can he be able to compete with this kind of goods?" Yan Chihuo, who was above the ninth layer, snorted disdainfully.

"Not necessarily, if he is really the one from the outer world, I'm afraid that your murderous brother is going to kick the iron plate this time. Feng Susu's cold face showed a hint of playfulness.

The two people on the battle platform were already ready to fight, separated by ten meters from each other, their eyes sparked in the air, and they were already full of strong * flavor before fighting.

"You don't use a blade?" Yan Xuemad held the willow leaf-shaped knife in his hand, and seeing that the other party was still empty-handed, he blurted out a question.

"With your kind of color, you don't deserve to use it!" Lu Suifeng carried his hands behind his back, and his appearance was extremely arrogant and wild, which immediately caused an uproar in the audience.

Yan Xuemad did not laugh angrily, his facial muscles twitched slightly, his eyes narrowed into a slit, revealing a cold and fierce light like a poisonous snake, and the narrow willow leaf scimitar in his hand flashed with a bewitching red glow, not firelight, but the color of blood.

The next moment, the blood-colored sword slashed out in the air, and the surging sword was divided into four, shaped like blood-stained ghost claws, tearing the air from four different angles, and grabbing at Lu Suifeng fiercely.

In the face of such a fierce attack, Lu Suifeng still stood quietly, not even revealing the slightest intention of dodging, just standing motionless.

Seeing that the blood-stained ghost claw was less than a foot away from the body, it grabbed the head, chest, abdomen, and shoulders with the power of lightning, and once it was really caught, it could tear the whole person apart alive.

However, a strange scene happened, just at the moment when the ghost claw was near, it was suddenly stunned for a moment, and the next second, it suddenly collapsed without warning, as if it was shattered by something, turning into a piece of blood and disappearing into nothingness.

Almost no one could see what was happening, only a sharp whistling sound could be heard in the air, but the Bloodiacist could clearly see that four cyan winds were born out of thin air, easily shattering the blood-stained ghost claws.

The most important thing is that I didn't see the other party make any moves at all, the realm was still that realm, and he didn't show stronger cultivation, but he quietly and easily defused this fierce offensive.

How is this possible? A beginner in the Life and Death Realm dares to challenge the middle level of the Life and Death Realm, which is shocking enough, and it is really unacceptable to be able to silently defuse the opponent's terrifying killing moves. Especially Nie Yun, who had just been defeated, knew how terrifying that murderer's red blood sword technique was.

"Hmph, it's just a trick to counteract, it's just a tentative attack, it doesn't mean anything!" Yan Chihuo said disapprerovingly, having enough confidence in his murderous brother.

The top nine layers are all top-notch existences, and they can naturally see the mystery clearly, and they can counteract the attack of the ghost claw with just the body protection gangfeng, and everyone present can do it, but they can make the attack of the ghost claw collapse in the air, and they may not be able to do it.

"Self-deception!" Bai Liufeng said sneeringly: "You take a trick and take a look, open your eyes and tell nonsense!"

"Sure enough, it's hidden, it seems that my intuition won't be wrong, I'm really looking forward to it!" Feng Susu said with interest: "I hope he can break through to the ninth layer, a good enemy of fate!"

The previous sword power turned into a ghost claw, it was indeed just a tentative attack of the Yan Blood Maniac, although he was crazy on the surface, he was not a simple-minded person with well-developed limbs, otherwise how could he be tired and undefeated. So, I didn't pay too much attention to this situation.

"It is said that someone can fight beyond a great realm and defeat an opponent, you don't want to make a precedent here, do you?"

Blood Moon Spiral!

In the next moment, Yan Xuemad was already a rapid spinning of the human sword, like a spinning top, every time he turned, the momentum on his body climbed by one point, and the blood-colored sword dragged up a long tail, expanding circle after circle, and the entire battle platform was like a tank full of water, which was stirred and surging.

The blood-colored blades of the tyrant soon spread all over every corner, leaving people with nowhere to hide. This is also the flaw of the battle table competition, and this limitation is fully exploited by Yan Xuemad.

"Self-righteous!" Lu Suifeng said disdainfully: "This kind of large-scale attack method is not only not lethal enough, but also full of flaws, it is simply vulnerable!"

On the battle platform, waves of ring-shaped blood-colored knives spread out like ripples of water, making people indeed have nowhere to go. However, why dodge and escape, Lu Suifeng's figure broke away from the ground, and his right hand pinched the sword finger mark, and the void was slightly bit.

In an instant, a cyan beam of cyan light shot out from his fingertips and rushed into the air, forming a column of tornado gas, roaring and sweeping the heavens and the earth.

Puff puff...... Waves of blood-colored swords fell apart and dispersed, and the tornado swept away with the momentum of smashing the yellow dragon, destroying and decaying, unstoppable.

The power of the wind has no specific form, but it is ubiquitous, and it is ever-changing, mysterious, and its power is enough to turn the sea and the river, and pull up the mountains and shake the mountains. What's more, the tornado gang wind gathered with spiritual power is even more indestructible.

In the eyes of everyone, it is a sword light and sword aura, but Lu Suifeng's hands are still empty, and he looks like a swordsman sword cultivator who doesn't use a sword, what kind of realm is this?

The sighs and discussions were endless, and Yan Xuemad was also at a loss for understanding, but he didn't dare to take on this terrifying tornado, so he could only keep moving and dodging, even so, the sleeve of his left shoulder was also affected by the wind, leaving a blood stain.

"It's such a terrible tornado, if it is swept by, I am afraid that it will be directly divided!"

"It's like a meat grinder, and when you pour it into a pulp, you will be ground into meat crumbs!"

Yan Xuemad was also so frightened that he gasped, and at the same time, he also stimulated the ferocity in his bones, and let out a crazy roar, the fierceness of the knife, majestic, was exerted by him to the extreme, one knife after another, the knife was indomitable, the mountain was cut off, and the momentum of thousands of horses and thousands of troops could not resist.

If a man is mad, he is not far from ruin. In the face of the final madness of the Yan Blood Maniac, Lu Suifeng still looked calm, calmly, no matter how strong the knife was, he could not break through the barrier of the tornado.

When manpower is poor, no matter how strong the Yuan Force is, it can't withstand such crazy consumption, even if the other party doesn't take the initiative to attack, he will be directly tired and crawl down. Only in close combat can it be possible to reverse the victory.

Yan Xuemad is not blindly crazy, recognizing the current situation, propping up the body protection qi cover, a brave sprint, wielding a willow leaf scimitar, struggling to break through the surrounding Gangfeng, slashing out a way, and quickly approaching Lu Suifeng.

Lu Suifeng pursed his lips disappreciatively, his body shook slightly, and the whole person suddenly disappeared in place, and in the next second, he appeared at the other end of the battle platform.

"It's so fast, it's faster than the wind!

Every time Yan Xuemad broke through the Gangfeng and approached the opponent, the opponent's figure would suddenly disappear and appear on the other end, this kind of exhausting situation made Yan Xuemad so depressed that he wanted to spurt blood, giving birth to a feeling of being played. You can't open your mouth to let people stop running, stand there and let you attack, who makes your speed like a turtle crawling in the dust.

"You're a pig! What kind of strength do you have with his gangfeng, you will never be able to get close to him if you go on like this, and you must be the last to fall!" Yan Chihuo, who was above the ninth layer, his face became more and more ugly, and he was extremely disappointed in his younger brother, and couldn't help but scold.

"Standing and talking doesn't hurt my back, why don't I know what you're talking about?" Yan Xuemad's mouth was full of bitterness, the speed of the other party's movement was surprisingly fast, and there was a surging wind everywhere, making people feel like they were in a swamp quagmire, and it was difficult to move. It's not that he didn't think about dodging the entanglement and blocking of these gangfeng, but this weird gangfeng is almost everywhere.

"Don't be led by the nose, one move will determine the victory!" Yan Chihuo on the top floor burst out and reminded loudly.

Yan Xuemad suddenly calmed down, stopped chasing around, looked at Lu Suifeng with a bloodshot gaze through Gangfeng, and said ruthlessly in his heart: "Then die!" Holding the willow leaf scimitar in his left hand, he cut it hard in the palm of his hand, and the blood flowed against the blade.

"This kid is going to use that trick!" Yan Chihuo's expression rarely became solemn, which made several other people on the ninth floor see it, and their expressions also became serious, as if they all knew that the murderer was going to perform a desperate move, but they didn't know if the other party could take it?

The blood on the blade did not drip to the ground, but was absorbed by the blade, and the whole body shone with a rhythmic blood-colored red light, as if it had been fully nourished, and let out an excited tremble.

Blood sacrifice mountains and rivers!

Yan Xuemad's face was vicious and twisted, looking extremely crazy, holding the knife in both hands and swinging it solemnly, a blood-colored magic knife several zhang long wrapped in the blazing flames, slashing the sky and the earth. Everywhere the blood-colored magic knife passed, the air along the way seemed to be ignited, and the howling wind was suddenly squeezed away by the blazing flames.

The wind wall was cut off! As Lu followed the wind's thoughts, all the tornadoes on the battle platform quickly retracted and gathered, forming a cyan wind barrier around him.

The blood-colored magic knife slashed at the wind wall, and the surging flame knife continued to advance and cut in, no one knew how many layers there were in this wind wall, although the layers were cut open, but in this process, the violent power of the blood-colored magic knife was also constantly consumed, and the remaining stamina was obviously gradually weakening.

"Don't rely on brute force to break the law, condense the sword intent!" Yan Chihuo reminded loudly again.

"Yan Lao Wei, stop in moderation, there are violations in this way, even if you win, your face will be shameless, which is shameful!" Bai Liufeng next to him said dissatisfiedly.

"Hmph, when will it be your turn to be a sanctimonious hypocrite!" Yan Chihuo's face turned red, and he said angrily in shame: "If you don't accept it, you can fight first!"