The God of War Challenging Heaven

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This kind of scene made everyone who had the appearance of the battle also blinked quite unexpectedly. The original corpse of the virtual monk would actually attack, and the way of attacking was the string of his hands. Blood Buddha beads.

"What a terrible attack, even the defense of the East Palace, can be broken in an instant, and it can directly penetrate its body."

Yan Mei Niang sighed: "This is undoubtedly the real reason why the Blood Witch sealed it into the Scarlet Tower."

After hearing that, everyone agreed to nod.

If the Blood Witch does not seal the bodies of his three disciples before the death, let them live in the world, I really do n’t know what kind of **** wind will be set off!

In the martial arts field, Qin Yi's hand held the Bloody Pagoda, and soon appeared on the other side. There was already a faint smile on his old face.

The attack power of this blood monk's corpse seems to be good. The problem of killing Donggong Fu should not be a big problem.

The blood body of Zixu monk, still meditating cross-leggedly with the sky of the "Heaven of Ten Fangs", eyes closed, constantly pinching the string of blood beads on his hand.

And the sound of Chan chanting in his mouth gradually became louder.

"dead!"

In the raucous voice, Donggong Fu held the dark-colored war sword of more than ten feet, and once again madly killed Qin Yi, the speed was still fast to the limit.

With "Ten Fang Hell" in hand, Qin Yi didn't confront him at all. He held the "Ten Fang Hell" teleport again and disappeared directly in place.

"Oh!" "Oh!" "Oh!"

While Qin Yi's body disappeared, the three blood Buddha beads, also in the pinch room of the virtual monk, slammed out and hit the Donggong Fu who had been killed.

The unparalleled power contained in the three blood buddha beads instantly broke the defense of the East Palace Fu, leaving three blood holes on its body.

Dong Gongfu's body suddenly stiffened, looking down at the three extra blood holes in his body, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently.

In his heart, for the first time, an unstoppable breeding of fear.

The four blood holes punched out by the blood Buddha beads on his body were continually flowing with blood, and in a moment, his white robe was dyed red.

Yan Meiniang, Yan Zhuxin, Dongfangzhi and others in the battle were all sighing in relief.

"The power of‘ Ten Fang Hell ’seems to be good, and it ’s not a problem to kill Donggong Fu.”

Yan Meiniang touched her forehead, and the beautiful corner of her mouth finally lifted up slightly, sketching a charming smile.

"That's natural. Could the three great disciples of our blood witch ancestors be ordinary people, even if it's just a dead body, it is more than enough to kill the East Palace Fu."

Yan Zhuxin on the side, the two big seats with a super size on his chest, were vaguely lightened, and the petite little face lifted up slightly, obviously with a little arrogance.

The blood ancestors are the pride of the Yan tribe. In the hearts of every Yan tribe tribe, it is comparable to the existence of the ancient emperor.

Seeing the obvious arrogance on Yan Zhuxin's face, Yan Meiniang, Dongfangzhi and the others around them all smiled silently.

However, they also have to admit that the Blood Witch of 20,000 years ago was indeed unimaginably powerful. The three disciples under his command could win the Donggong Fu only with the dead body.

But having said that, the blood witch is a half-sacred level of existence, and its strength can definitely be comparable to the second-generation pope of the Kyushu Holy See.

"I don't believe that the **** guard ranked 47th on my list of **** guards in the Kyushu Holy See will fail a dead blood monk."

In the center of the martial arts court, Donggong Fu was completely furious, holding the ink-colored war sword of more than ten feet long, and rushed to Qin Yi like crazy.

His eyes were as blood-red as a bloodthirsty beast, his eyes were completely cracked, and there were two shocking red blood flowing in the corners of his eyes, and his black hair like weeds.

grass!

This Donggong Fu will even fall into a crazy state!

Qin Yi blinked incredulously at Donggong Fu, who was like a savage with a black war sword, and then he did not dare to carelessly, quickly injecting Xuanqi into the "Heaven of Ten Fangs".

As he injected the profound energy, the sound of the Zen monk sitting in the air hanging above the "Fangfang Hell", chanting in his mouth, became more and more magnificent, like Hong Zhong Da Lu.

"Oh!" "Oh!" "Oh!" ...

This time, there were six blood buddhist beads in the hands of Zixu's monk, and they shot suddenly, hitting Donggong Fu fiercely, and easily left six blood holes in the body of Donggong Fu.

Donggong Fu's figure, holding a black war sword, rushed to the ground in a frantic rush, once again stagnated.

"dead!"

At this time, Qin Yi's face has become extremely old, and he has reached the edge of old death. He no longer delays the slightest time, holding the "Heaven of Ten Fangs" in his hand, stepping forward and quickly rushing to the East Palace.

Under the mad urging of his profound energy, the hand of the virtual monk struck nine blood buddha beads, turned into nine blood awns in the air, and hit the Donggong Fu fiercely.

"Pap!" "Pap!" "Pap!" ...

Nine blood buddha beads, all hit the body of Donggong Fu, directly punched nine blood holes.

At this moment, the body of Donggong Fu still turned into a sieve, more than a dozen blood holes, and the blood flowing out could not help but dyed him completely into a blood man, and he looked terribly fierce.

"Boy, die!"

Donggong Fu snarled like a beast, with a sip of blood, and then spurted out, holding the ten-foot-long ink-colored war sword in both hands, stumbling step by step to Qin Yi, every step was On the ground, a blood mark was left.

His original beautiful face was already terrible, his eyes were cracked, and his eyes were full of hatred, anger and unwillingness.

Qin Yichen's back, his slightly condensed and cloudy eyes, radiating a cold light, Donggong Fu is his life and death enemies, he can not have any kindness to him.

"Donggong Fu, your life is over!"

Qin Yi's voice was indifferent to the extreme.

next moment.

The monk of Zixu above the "Ten Fang Hell", fingers constantly pinching the room, a full of twelve blood buddha beads, suddenly rushed out, fiercely hit Donggong Fu, directly leaving twelve blood holes on his body.

Donggong gave a stiff body, and the ink-colored war sword in his hand fell with a bang, and a stream of blood poured out of his mouth.

"I don't believe it. My strength is ranked 47th on the guardian list. How can you be a clown who jumps beams to end my life? I want to tear you to pieces!"

In the roar, Dong Gong gave his legs a hard push, with endless hatred and unwillingness, and threw himself hard at Qin Yi.

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