Just when Liu Piaohong hated Wang Baokun so much that her teeth itched, Yi Chu pulled out and appeared in the ring.

"Senior Brother Huayingzi, I don't think it's as good as this, you just let me take a look, and then I will automatically step down, so that I can achieve my goal without hurting you, why don't we do it?"

At this time, Wang Baokun was so happy that he was about to go crazy, and being able to encounter such a good thing showed that he was still a little lucky. And in Konobu Beppu, isn't the most important thing luck?

As for the opponent of Huashenzi, he didn't pay attention to it at all, in his opinion, defeating this person was simply too simple.

Glancing at Wang Baokun, who was a little frantic with excitement, Yi Chu sneered and said, "Senior Brother Wang, it seems that you are full of confidence." I don't have anything more to say, so I'll show you my little spell first. As he spoke, the eight blood-colored swords were instantly sacrificed by Yi Chu, and when the eight blood-colored swords flashed, they turned into eight blood-colored filaments, and went straight towards Wang Baokun's head and face.

"Senior brother, your magic weapon really makes me speechless, today I will let you have a long experience, take a look at my baby!" Wang Baokun spoke, a small cyan tripod flew up instantly, and the treasure tripod instantly swelled ten times, and countless yin spirits rushed out from above the treasure tripod.

"Baokun apprentice pay attention!" "Elder Wang of the Soul Refining Sect, his eyesight is not as bad as Wang Baokun, the moment Yi Chu sacrificed the Eight Blood Sword Formation, he realized that something was wrong, and before Wang Baokun could sacrifice that Baoding, he shouted at him loudly.

Wang Baokun, who originally wanted to take the opportunity to show off, shook violently after listening to the master's reminder, and quickly turned around, his face was full of horror and panic.

"Shending gathers souls, sacrifice!" Wang Baokun, who roared, suddenly pointed with his hand, wanting to gather the souls in the treasure tripod together.

"Hmph, it's too late to think about it now!" With Yi Chu's cold snort, the eight red rays turned into a network of four horizontal and four vertical in an instant, cutting straight towards the cyan treasure ding.

Everywhere the blood rays, all the gray mist shattered in an instant, and the silver soul ghosts gathered in the treasure tripod one by one, under the blood rays, there was no resistance at all. The cyan Baoding seemed to feel the danger, and in the flash of the blue light, it slammed into a bloody ray!

"Sizzle", the blood instantly flew over the treasure ding, making a piercing sound, and with this sound, a huge yellow-level high-grade magic weapon was instantly cut into pieces.

Cutting magic weapon, this blood-colored long mangs are so sharp that they are earth-shattering!

The sudden change stunned everyone, they couldn't believe that this disciple of the Blood Transformation Sect, whom they had been ridiculing all along, could be so fierce, so strange and terrifying at the moment of his attack!

That Baoding is a thing that Wang Baokun has been cultivating for many years, and it is naturally regarded as a cherished thing, and at the moment when Baoding was broken, Wang Baokun instantly spit out a mouthful of blood.

"You are looking for death!" Under the roar, Wang Baokun suddenly raised his hand, and a string of blue-gray light was instantly hit out by him. These photoelectric lights may be small, but each of them has tremendous power.

"Zimu Yin Thunder, this Wang Baokun actually has Zimu Yin Thunder!" Looking at the Zimu Yin Thunder who was suddenly sacrificed, it was Qiu Wanshan and other demon Dao masters, and one by one they couldn't help but change their expressions.

This Yin Thunder is extracted from every soul to extract a trace of thunder and lightning power, and the difficulty of extracting the power of Yin Thunder from the negative soul can be imagined, it is no exaggeration to say that every Mother Yin Thunder is priceless.

This yin thunder has both the destructive power of thunder and the yin poison of the power of ghosts.

The moment the thunder flashed, everyone's eyes were all cast on Yi Chu. They wanted to see how this Blood Transformation Sect disciple, who suddenly behaved like an earth-shattering shock, could deal with this Yin Thunder!

In the face of this son and mother yin thunder, Yi Chu, who sneered, pinched the law in his hand, and the blood-colored sword that originally had only eight paths instantly condensed into a thin blood net, and rushed towards the son and mother yin thunder.

"Whoosh whoosh", one after another sword rays passed, and the Yin Thunder of Zimu that had not yet exploded was cut off in an instant, and then was stirred into pieces!

Extremely sharp, Yi Chu used these eight swords to refine the blood sword from the eight swords obtained from the old monarch of the Wind Mountain, which was not inferior to the top-grade flying sword.

Wang Baokun suddenly felt that his legs were soft, as if he had collapsed! Just now he was full of confidence, but at this time, his heart was almost like ashes, and his face no longer had the smugness he had at the beginning, but there was a little more hideous, and he gasped for breath, as if such a rapid breath was related to the anxiety in his heart, and now he can only be relieved by breathing, otherwise, he will suffocate to death!

The Eye of the Dementor!

Wang Baokun finally used the Soul Dementor Eye, but at the moment when his Soul Eye was used, Yi Chu's hand was decided, and the eight blood-colored long swords once again turned into a sword net and strangled towards Wang Baokun.

"Break, break!"

At that moment, Yi Chu smashed Wang Baokun's three magic weapons one after another, and under the siege of the eight blood swords, Wang Baokun was surrounded by endless swords before he could rise up.

"Hundred ghosts walk at night, protect my Dharma body!" Wang Baokun, who was snorting, drank loudly, and a trace of mist instantly appeared on the black clothes on his body, and with this mist, four powerful ghosts like cars rushed out of his body.

"Hundred Ghost Night Clothes! It's actually a hundred ghosts night clothes, Wang Tianzhong, you are too a bully, just this kind of competition, you dare to put a hundred ghosts night clothes on your apprentices? Cheng Feihu looked at the four powerful ghosts that rushed out of Wang Baokun's body, and couldn't help but say to Elder Wang in a deep voice.

The sudden change was something that even Elder Wang had not expected. Watching Wang Baokun's imperial envoy take up the night clothes of the hundred ghosts, this can be regarded as a great relief. Legend has it that there are hundreds of fierce spirits sealed on it, as long as the skill is enough, you can make the ghosts with similar skills to fight for yourself.

Wang Baokun has the cultivation of liquid, and the four ghosts he urged, that is, there are four masters of the liquidation stage who are fighting together for him at the same time.

The moment the four powerful ghosts appeared, they spewed out a series of cold blue ghost fires, turning into a blue cloud, guarding Wang Baokun in the middle!