Chapter 947: The Crisis of Fu Puppet Sect Disciples

call out! call out!

Two blood-colored sword gangs slashed down towards Lu Ming, and the power was extremely terrifying.

Lu Ming snorted coldly, strode forward, and clapped his hands twice.

With two crisp sounds, the two blood-colored sword lights shattered directly.

The pupils of the two youths from the Blood Sabre Continent shrank sharply, and there was a look of horror in their eyes.

With the two swords just now, the two of them almost used their full strength, but they were easily defeated by Lu Ming.

"No, he's a top expert, let's go!"

The black mole youth shouted, turned around and ran.

The same is true for the other person. They know that they have met the top genius of the Godly Desolate Continent.

Lu Ming snorted coldly, stepped out, his body was like a streamer, the next moment he caught up behind the two of them, and hit two palms in a row.

Although the two tried their best to resist, they still vomited blood and slammed into the ground, leaving a huge deep pit on the ground.

Lu Ming landed down, a huge breath enveloped the two of them, and said coldly, "Say, what about the people from the Godly Desolate Continent?"

"Don't think about it, I said it, isn't it about to die? Anyway, once I die, I won't say it!"

The young man with a big black mole had a crazy look in his eyes, and at the same time, the blood flashed, the blood in his body seemed to be burning, and with a loud roar, it turned into a sword light and rushed in one direction.

The other young man also showed a crazy color, turned into a sword light, and rushed in another direction.

"court death!"

Jiulong stepped out, Lu Ming first chased after the young man with a big black mole. With Lu Ming's current cultivation level, how fast is he to use Jiulong's step? After a few moments, he caught up with the young man with a big black mole, and punched the young man with a punch, directly killing the young man with a big black mole.

Immediately, Lu Ming turned around and rushed towards the other person.

"kill!"

The man was insane, he couldn't escape, his eyes were blood red, like a mad beast, he killed Lu Ming.

However, the difference in strength was too great, and he was easily killed by Lu Ming.

Lu Ming frowned slightly.

The people from the Blood Blade Continent cultivated domineering techniques, and they were not afraid of death. They were extremely crazy. Lu Ming didn't ask any news.

The blood of the Nine Dragons appeared, swallowing the blood essence and energy of the two youths from the Blood Blade Continent.

"Just now, the two of you went to the north. Maybe, if you go to the north, you will get something!"

With a move in his heart, Lu Ming flew towards the north.

To the north of Lu Ming, millions of miles away, in a mountain, there is a battle going on.

A mountain peak, the light is flickering, dazzling, the inscriptions are filled, and large arrays emerge, forming a mask, shrouding the mountain peaks.

There are hundreds of people on the mountain.

All of them were disciples of Fu Puppet Sect, some of them sat cross-legged, and some of them kept inscribed inscriptions around the mountain.

The one headed by him has long silver hair and twin pupils. He is Huanzhen.

Headed by him, there are also Wen Lezhang, Bai Chixue, Ji Mai and others.

call out! call out!

Outside the mountain peak, the blood-colored knife was shining, extremely terrifying, as if to split the world and cut it towards Huanzhen and the others.

The knife light slashed on the mask, the mask kept vibrating, and Huan Zhen and the others also trembled slightly.

Around the mountain peak, there are a total of more than a dozen people, but several of them have a shocking breath and are extremely terrifying.

Everyone was wearing a blood-colored robe and carrying a blood-colored sword.

It was exactly the same as the two young men from the Blood Sabre Continent that Lu Ming had met before.

"Fu Puppet Sect, with your strength, all die!"

A young man with blood-colored long hair spoke coldly.

His strength is the most terrifying, and his breath is strong. When he cuts out, the mask trembles violently.

"Why do you want to kill them all? We, Fu Puppet Sect, have no intention of competing with you for the last totem pole!"

Phantom speaks.

"Hey, a group of flies seems to be in the way, and you have a lot of luck on your body, and it is also a piece of fat!"

The blood-colored long-haired youth sneered.

The other youths also sneered, a dozen of them shot together, and the sword light kept slashing towards the mountain peak.

Wen Lezhang, Bai Chixue and the others trembled slightly. They consumed a lot. If this goes on, their mental power will be exhausted.

Once they lose the protection of the formation, their disciples of Fu Puppet Sect can only be brutally killed by the other party.

The strength of the other party is too strong, here is only a part of the blood knife continent, but among them, there are two people at the same level as Huanzhen.

Once the formation is broken, Huan Zhen can only block one person, but the other person can easily kill others, not to mention, the other dozen or so young people are also extremely powerful.

Some people showed a bitter meaning. This time, the battle of luck, beyond imagination, will actually involve the arrogance of other continents. It is more dangerous than the previous battle of luck. overturned.

"Wait a minute, I will inscribe the formation, and block them with all my strength, you go!"

Huan Zhen suddenly transmitted sound to Wen Lezhang, Bai Chixue and others.

"Senior Brother Huanzhen, no, let's go together!"

Wen Lezhang said hurriedly.

Huan Zhen left behind to block, absolutely bad luck.

"Yes, let's go together and stay together."

Others also shouted.

"None of you can get away, Blood God Sabre Wheel! Broken!"

The blood-colored long-haired youth drank it coldly. An even more terrifying aura erupted from his body. Above his head, a huge blood-colored giant wheel was suspended. This blood-colored giant wheel seemed to be composed of countless blood-colored war knives, spinning extremely fast, as big as a mountain. , rolled towards the mask of the mountain peak.

"No, hold on!"

The faces of Huan Zhen and the others changed greatly, and the spiritual fire between the eyebrows was beating rapidly, and it continued to diffuse out, pouring into the inscriptions around.

boom!

The blood-colored knife wheel slammed heavily on the mask of the mountain.

The earth roared, the mountain peaks vibrated violently, and the mask covering the mountain peaks, layer after layer, constantly burst.

Huan Zhen and the others' faces changed greatly, their bodies trembled, and some of those with low cultivation levels spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Those disciples who were sitting cross-legged, recovering or healing, also got up one after another to help guard the formation.

But the blood-colored knife wheel was too terrifying, and it kept turning, like countless war knives, constantly slashing on the mask.

bump! bump! bump!

The mask continued to explode, and it seemed that it was all about to be shattered.

"Release the puppet, open the way with the inscription scroll, and rush out!"

Fantastic drink.

At this time, with a bang, all the formations collapsed, the mask was smashed, and many Fu Puppet Sect disciples released their puppets and surrounded the crowd. Or attacking, and rushing in one direction at the same time.

"If you want to escape, all die!"

The blood-haired youth controlled the huge knife wheel and pressed it forward, and countless puppets burst into pieces.

More than a dozen sword lights slashed out, and also impacted the attack of the puppet and the inscription rune.

Although the number of Fu Puppet Sect is large, most of them are not strong, and they are too far from these top masters in the Blood Blade Continent.

There are more than a dozen people in the Blood Saber Continent, and the worst are Tianjiao of the fourth level of spiritual embryo.

"what!"

The screams came out, and the disciples of Fu Puppet Sect were killed.

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