"Dark Hurricane, Rising ......"

Charlie, the first paladin of the Dark Legion, waved the dark cross in his hand heavily.

In an instant, a powerful black fog burst out of the Dark Cross, forming a super whirlpool, like a hurricane, towards Zhang Xiaoqiang.

The dark hurricane carried the momentum of destroying the heavens and the earth, and where it passed, the air was rushed through a violent whirlpool gap, and all the oxygen was burned by the powerful dark hurricane, and a raging flame burst in the air.

"That's what you do at the bottom ......of the box?

Zhang Xiaoqiang's whole body rose with a ball of golden light.

Level 5 Xuanhuang power.

After Zhang Xiaoqiang's cultivation increased greatly, he continued to cultivate the power of Xuanhuang, and he had successfully cultivated this defensive skill to the top level, that is, the fifth level.

With the power of the fifth-level Xuanhuang to protect himself, Zhang Xiaoqiang's defensive power is even better than that of a high-tech soldier wearing high-tech defensive armor.

"Whoa......

Zhang Xiaoqiang's figure moved, and ran towards Charlie, the first paladin of the Dark Army, as fast as lightning, exceeding the speed of sound.

The dark hurricane that Charlie unleashed with the Dark Cross was all dissolved and broken by Zhang Xiaoqiang's fifth-level Xuanhuang power.

"Bad ......"

Charlie screamed badly.

Just when Charlie was alert and ready to retreat, a cyan palm larger than a millstone grabbed him.

Charlie had no choice but to bite the bullet and rise to the challenge, stabbing the black cross in his hand into the palm of the cyan bare palm.

The cyan light palm seemed to turn into nothingness, and the black cross pierced the air.

In an instant, the cyan light palm turned into a tangible entity and slapped heavily on Charlie's chest.

"Bang ......"

Charlie's body flew out like a tattered ball.

"What else do you have to press the bottom of the box, just use it, let the master see the ability of your group of Europa waste......"

Zhang Xiaoqiang stepped on the void and stood proudly in the air, his eyes were indifferent, and his tone was flat.

Europa waste?

Zhang Xiaoqiang's words stimulated the blood master Jesiman and the necromancer Bazaar.

Jesseman rushed towards Zhang Xiaoqiang, her palms flew up, and a strong blood-colored murderous aura condensed into a huge red long sword, and slashed at Zhang Xiaoqiang in the air.

This huge red long sword tore a long crack in the air, and a strong murderous aura filled the sky, enveloping a radius of dozens of meters.

A strong aura of sadness permeated the surroundings, as if entering a kind of fantasy of a bloody battlefield.

"The sorrow of blood, the ...... kills"

Jesseman's face was gloomy, and his eyes flashed with two red lights, and he also carried an endless sadness.

Bloodmourn is not only a powerful physical attack, but also a more powerful mental attack.

The breath of sorrow is the strong spiritual attack of blood sorrow, if your spiritual power is not firm enough, no matter how strong your physical defense is, as long as you are disturbed by the sad breath of blood sorrow, your soul has been strongly destroyed, and you will also die without a place to be buried.

Jesseman is the earl of the blood clan, and only the blood clan that has reached the level of an earl can perform a spiritual attack.

The corners of Zhang Xiaoqiang's mouth hooked up a faint chuckle.

He had the power of a fifth-level Xuanhuang and a powerful physical body as support, and he would naturally not be afraid of the powerful physical attacks of Blood Sorrow.

For the spiritual attack of Blood Sorrow, Zhang Xiaoqiang is even more fearless, he is an immortal cultivator in the Xuan Period, his divine soul power is extremely powerful, and the entry-level spiritual attack of Blood Sorrow is simply not a beginner for him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stood in the void, not moving.

The blood-colored long sword, in an instant, slashed down from the top of Zhang Xiaoqiang's head.

The red sad aura permeated Zhang Xiaoqiang's whole body.

"You're dead......"

Jesseman grinned.

Her blood sorrow is her ability to really press the bottom of the box.

If it weren't for Zhang Xiaoqiang's strength and wanting to avenge the spanking in a hurry, she wouldn't have made the bleeding grief the bottom of the box so easily.

In the face of the attack of blood sorrow, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not dodge or dodge, so big, it was pure death.

Charlie, Bazaar, and Parni also showed excited expressions on their faces.

Of the four masters present, the most mysterious and weird one is Jesseman of the Blood Clan.

Seeing Jesseman's Sword of Blood Sorrow, Charlie, Bazaar and Parni also felt a strong aura of grief, and their spirits were strongly disturbed.

If they were to face the sorrow of blood head-on, they would only have the fate of death.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was directly beaten passively, and was attacked by the double attack of the physical attack and spiritual attack of the blood sorrow, which is strange if he is not dead.

"It's over, this battle is finally over......"

The four masters are finally down-to-earth.

When the blood-colored aura of blood sorrow dissipated, everyone saw Zhang Xiaoqiang still stepping on the void with both feet, standing in place.

"What's the situation?"

"Isn't he dead?"

"Mom, is this a monster or a demon? Could it be that he is the reincarnation of the demon clan in the Eastern World?"

Jesseman, Charlie, Bazaar, Parni, were dumbfounded.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was unscathed?

The corners of Zhang Xiaoqiang's mouth hooked up a faint smile, and said: "Well, yes, your blood sorrow has successfully angered me......"

Burst!

Jesseman was so angry that he almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood.

What does it mean that the sorrow of blood is good, and it succeeds in angering you?

A Blood Earl's bottom-of-the-box stunt only provokes you?

"It's time for you to be punished......"

Zhang Xiaoqiang said lightly.

"Running ......"

Jesseman, Charlie, Bazaar, and Parni all had this only thought in their hearts.

The four of them are all top masters, and if they want to escape, the speed is still fast.

"Can't run......"

Zhang Xiaoqiang's voice seemed to be whispering in their ears.

"Kill ......"

Zhang Xiaoqiang's chest shot out a brilliant sword light.

This is the Natal Flying Sword.

The Natal Flying Sword slashed at Charlie.

"Boom ......"

The Turnaround Wheel fell towards Parni, as if it had fallen from the mountain.

The snake bone whip rolled in the air, and the whip shadows swept towards Bazaar.

Burst!

Burst!

Burst!

Charlie was decapitated by the Natal Flying Sword.

The Turnaround crushed Parni into a pate.

The snake bone whip wrapped around Bazaar, wrestling Bazaar's body into small pieces of flesh.

Charlie, Parni, and Bazaar, the three masters, were killed instantly.

Only Jesseman, the master of the Blood Clan, is on the run.

Jesseman's speed, beyond the speed of sound, was a kilometer away in the blink of an eye.

Another blink of an eye, has escaped 10,000 meters away.

Then, it's 50,000 meters, 100,000 meters.

In just ten minutes, she fled 200,000 meters away.

Jesseman was finally relieved that she was finally safe after having escaped so far.

Charlie, Parni and Bazaar live and die has nothing to do with her Jesseman.

(End of chapter)