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Such a scene made all the people in the appearance war blink unexpectedly. It turned out that the corpse of the Zixu monk would attack, and the way of attack was the string of blood Buddha beads on his hand.
"What a terrible attack, even the defense of Donggong Fu can be broken in an instant, and its body can be directly broken down."
Yan Mei Niang sighed, "this is undoubtedly the real reason why the blood witch sealed it into the blood tower."
Hearing the speech, everyone agreed and nodded.
If the blood witch didn't seal the bodies of his three disciples and let them wander into the world before they died, I really don't know what kind of bloody storm would be caused!
In the martial arts field, Qin Yi held the Bloody Tower in his hand and soon appeared on the other side. His old face was already filled with a touch of happy light smile.
The attack power of the corpse of the blood monk seems good. It shouldn't be a big problem to kill Donggong Fu.
Monk Zixu's blood body was still sitting cross legged quietly over the "ten hell", his eyes closed gently, and constantly counted the string of blood Buddha beads on his hands.
The voice of reciting Zen language in his mouth is gradually huge.
"Die!"
In the roar, Donggong Fu held the more than ten Zhang Long ink war sword and killed Qin Yi again. The speed was still fast to the limit. In an instant, he reached Qin Yi's eyes.
With the "ten hell" in hand, Qin Yi didn't confront him at all. Holding the "ten hell" in his hand, Qin Yi blinked again and disappeared in place.
"Hiss!"“ Hiss! "“ Hiss! "
While Qin Yi's figure disappeared, the three blood Buddha beads, also in the calculation of monk Zixu, suddenly hit the East Palace Fu that had been killed.
The unparalleled power contained in the three blood Buddha beads broke the defense of Donggong Fu again, leaving three blood holes in his body.
The body of Donggong Fu suddenly stiffened, looked down at the three more blood holes in his body, and jerked violently at the corners of his mouth.
For the first time, a touch of fear grew uncontrollably in his heart.
The four blood holes hit by the blood Buddha beads on his body were gushing blood. In a moment, his white robe was dyed red.
Yan Meiniang, Yan Zhuxin, Dongfang Zhi and others in the appearance war all breathed out when they saw such a scene.
"The power of 'ten Hell' seems good. It's not a big problem to kill Donggong Fu."
Yan Meiniang touched her forehead. The beautiful corners of her mouth finally raised slightly and outlined a charming smile.
"That's natural. The three disciples of our blood witch ancestors are not ordinary. Even if it's just a dead body, it's more than enough to kill the East Palace Fu."
On one side, Yan Zhuxin took the two super large seats in front of her chest, vaguely light, and there was obviously a little pride in her beautiful little face.
Blood witch ancestors are the pride of their Yan tribe. In the hearts of every Yan tribe, they are comparable to the immortal ancient emperor.
Seeing the obvious arrogance on Yan Zhuxin's face, Yan Meiniang, Dongfang Zhi and others around her all smiled silently.
However, they also have to admit that the blood witch 20000 years ago was indeed unimaginable. The three disciples under his command could completely defeat Donggong Fu only with dead bodies.
But then again, the blood witch is a semi holy level. Its strength can definitely be comparable to that of the second generation Pope of Kyushu holy see. Can it be weak?
"I don't believe that the 47th Shenwei on the list of divine guards of Kyushu Holy See can't do a dead blood monk."
In the middle of the martial arts field, Donggong Fu was completely angry. Holding the more than ten Zhang Long ink war sword, he rushed to Qin Yi like crazy.
His eyes were as red as bloodthirsty beasts, his eyes were completely opened, two shocking red blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, and his black hair was like weeds.
Grass!
This east palace Fu has fallen into a state of madness!
Looking like a savage, Qin Yi blinked unbelievably at the East Palace Fu rushing over with an ink war sword. Then he didn't dare to be careless and quickly injected the mysterious Qi into the "ten hell".
As he injected the mysterious Qi, the voice of Zen language recited by the monk Zixu who sat in the air above the "ten hell" became more and more vast, just like Hong Zhong and Da Lv.
"Hiss!"“ Hiss! "“ Hiss
This time, there were six blood Buddha beads, which suddenly hit Donggong Fu from monk Zixu's hand, and easily left six blood holes in Donggong Fu.
The figure of the East Palace Fu holding the ink war sword and frantically rushing over again stagnated.
"Die!"
At this time, Qin Yi's face had become incomparably old. Seeing that he had reached the edge of old death, he no longer delayed the slightest time. Holding the "ten hell" in his hand, he stepped forward and rushed to the East Palace quickly.
Under the crazy urging of his mysterious Qi, the monk Zixu suddenly hit nine blood Buddha beads in the air, turned into nine blood Mans, and hit the East Palace Fu hard.
"Pa!"“ PA! "“ PA
The nine blood Buddha beads all hit Donggong Fu and directly made nine blood holes.
At this moment, the body of Donggong Fu still turned into a sieve. There were more than ten blood holes. The blood gushing out could not help but dye him into a blood man. He looked extremely miserable.
"Boy, die!"
The East Palace Fu roared like a beast, took a mouthful of blood, and then burst out. Holding the more than ten Zhang Long ink war sword in both hands, he staggered step by step towards Qin Yi. Each step left a blood mark on the ground.
His original handsome face was already ferocious and terrible, his eyes were cracked, and his eyes were full of hatred, anger and reluctance.
Qin Yi bent his back, and his slightly turbid eyes radiated a cold light. Donggong Fu was his enemy of life and death. He could not have any kindness to him.
"Donggong Fu, your life is over!"
Qin Yi's voice was indifferent to the extreme.
The next moment.
Monk Zixu, above the "ten hell", kept counting with his fingers, and a whole twelve blood Buddha beads rushed out, beat them hard at the East Palace, and left twelve blood holes directly on him.
The body of Donggong Fu was stiff, and the ink war sword in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, and blood gushed out of his mouth.
"I don't believe it. My strength ranks 47th on the Shenwei list. You're a clown. How can you end my life? I'll tear you to pieces!"
In the roar, Donggong Fu pushed his legs with all his strength, and with endless hatred and reluctance, he fiercely jumped at Qin Yi.
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Such a scene made all the people in the appearance war blink unexpectedly. It turned out that the corpse of the Zixu monk would attack, and the way of attack was the string of blood Buddha beads on his hand.
"What a terrible attack, even the defense of Donggong Fu can be broken in an instant, and its body can be directly broken down."
Yan Mei Niang sighed, "this is undoubtedly the real reason why the blood witch sealed it into the blood tower."
Hearing the speech, everyone agreed and nodded.
If the blood witch didn't seal the bodies of his three disciples and let them wander into the world before they died, I really don't know what kind of bloody storm would be caused!
In the martial arts field, Qin Yi held the Bloody Tower in his hand and soon appeared on the other side. His old face was already filled with a touch of happy light smile.
The attack power of the corpse of the blood monk seems good. It shouldn't be a big problem to kill Donggong Fu.
Monk Zixu's blood body was still sitting cross legged quietly over the "ten hell", his eyes closed gently, and constantly counted the string of blood Buddha beads on his hands.
The voice of reciting Zen language in his mouth is gradually huge.
"Die!"
In the roar, Donggong Fu held the more than ten Zhang Long ink war sword and killed Qin Yi again. The speed was still fast to the limit. In an instant, he reached Qin Yi's eyes.
With the "ten hell" in hand, Qin Yi didn't confront him at all. Holding the "ten hell" in his hand, Qin Yi blinked again and disappeared in place.
"Hiss!"“ Hiss! "“ Hiss! "
While Qin Yi's figure disappeared, the three blood Buddha beads, also in the calculation of monk Zixu, suddenly hit the East Palace Fu that had been killed.
The unparalleled power contained in the three blood Buddha beads broke the defense of Donggong Fu again, leaving three blood holes in his body.
The body of Donggong Fu suddenly stiffened, looked down at the three more blood holes in his body, and jerked violently at the corners of his mouth.
For the first time, a touch of fear grew uncontrollably in his heart.
The four blood holes hit by the blood Buddha beads on his body were gushing blood. In a moment, his white robe was dyed red.
Yan Meiniang, Yan Zhuxin, Dongfang Zhi and others in the appearance war all breathed out when they saw such a scene.
"The power of 'ten Hell' seems good. It's not a big problem to kill Donggong Fu."
Yan Meiniang touched her forehead. The beautiful corners of her mouth finally raised slightly and outlined a charming smile.
"That's natural. The three disciples of our blood witch ancestors are not ordinary. Even if it's just a dead body, it's more than enough to kill the East Palace Fu."
On one side, Yan Zhuxin took the two super large seats in front of her chest, vaguely light, and there was obviously a little pride in her beautiful little face.
Blood witch ancestors are the pride of their Yan tribe. In the hearts of every Yan tribe, they are comparable to the immortal ancient emperor.
Seeing the obvious arrogance on Yan Zhuxin's face, Yan Meiniang, Dongfang Zhi and others around her all smiled silently.
However, they also have to admit that the blood witch 20000 years ago was indeed unimaginable. The three disciples under his command could completely defeat Donggong Fu only with dead bodies.
But then again, the blood witch is a semi holy level. Its strength can definitely be comparable to that of the second generation Pope of Kyushu holy see. Can it be weak?
"I don't believe that the 47th Shenwei on the list of divine guards of Kyushu Holy See can't do a dead blood monk."
In the middle of the martial arts field, Donggong Fu was completely angry. Holding the more than ten Zhang Long ink war sword, he rushed to Qin Yi like crazy.
His eyes were as red as bloodthirsty beasts, his eyes were completely opened, two shocking red blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, and his black hair was like weeds.
Grass!
This east palace Fu has fallen into a state of madness!
Looking like a savage, Qin Yi blinked unbelievably at the East Palace Fu rushing over with an ink war sword. Then he didn't dare to be careless and quickly injected the mysterious Qi into the "ten hell".
As he injected the mysterious Qi, the voice of Zen language recited by the monk Zixu who sat in the air above the "ten hell" became more and more vast, just like Hong Zhong and Da Lv.
"Hiss!"“ Hiss! "“ Hiss
This time, there were six blood Buddha beads, which suddenly hit Donggong Fu from monk Zixu's hand, and easily left six blood holes in Donggong Fu.
The figure of the East Palace Fu holding the ink war sword and frantically rushing over again stagnated.
"Die!"
At this time, Qin Yi's face had become incomparably old. Seeing that he had reached the edge of old death, he no longer delayed the slightest time. Holding the "ten hell" in his hand, he stepped forward and rushed to the East Palace quickly.
Under the crazy urging of his mysterious Qi, the monk Zixu suddenly hit nine blood Buddha beads in the air, turned into nine blood Mans, and hit the East Palace Fu hard.
"Pa!"“ PA! "“ PA
The nine blood Buddha beads all hit Donggong Fu and directly made nine blood holes.
At this moment, the body of Donggong Fu still turned into a sieve. There were more than ten blood holes. The blood gushing out could not help but dye him into a blood man. He looked extremely miserable.
"Boy, die!"
The East Palace Fu roared like a beast, took a mouthful of blood, and then burst out. Holding the more than ten Zhang Long ink war sword in both hands, he staggered step by step towards Qin Yi. Each step left a blood mark on the ground.
His original handsome face was already ferocious and terrible, his eyes were cracked, and his eyes were full of hatred, anger and reluctance.
Qin Yi bent his back, and his slightly turbid eyes radiated a cold light. Donggong Fu was his enemy of life and death. He could not have any kindness to him.
"Donggong Fu, your life is over!"
Qin Yi's voice was indifferent to the extreme.
The next moment.
Monk Zixu, above the "ten hell", kept counting with his fingers, and a whole twelve blood Buddha beads rushed out, beat them hard at the East Palace, and left twelve blood holes directly on him.
The body of Donggong Fu was stiff, and the ink war sword in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, and blood gushed out of his mouth.
"I don't believe it. My strength ranks 47th on the Shenwei list. You're a clown. How can you end my life? I'll tear you to pieces!"
In the roar, Donggong Fu pushed his legs with all his strength, and with endless hatred and reluctance, he fiercely jumped at Qin Yi.
Such a scene made all the people in the appearance war blink unexpectedly. It turned out that the corpse of the Zixu monk would attack, and the way of attack was the string of blood Buddha beads on his hand."What a terrible attack, even the defense of Donggong Fu can be broken in an instant, and its body can be directly broken down."Yan Mei Niang sighed, "this is undoubtedly the real reason why the blood witch sealed it into the blood tower."Hearing the speech, everyone agreed and nodded.If the blood witch didn't seal the bodies of his three disciples and let them wander into the world before they died, I really don't know what kind of bloody storm would be caused!In the martial arts field, Qin Yi held the Bloody Tower in his hand and soon appeared on the other side. His old face was already filled with a touch of happy light smile.The attack power of the corpse of the blood monk seems good. It shouldn't be a big problem to kill Donggong Fu.Monk Zixu's blood body was still sitting cross legged quietly over the "ten hell", his eyes closed gently, and constantly counted the string of blood Buddha beads on his hands.The voice of reciting Zen language in his mouth is gradually huge."Die!"In the roar, Donggong Fu held the more than ten Zhang Long ink war sword and killed Qin Yi again. The speed was still fast to the limit. In an instant, he reached Qin Yi's eyes.With the "ten hell" in hand, Qin Yi didn't confront him at all. Holding the "ten hell" in his hand, Qin Yi blinked again and disappeared in place."Hiss!" Hiss! " Hiss! "While Qin Yi's figure disappeared, the three blood Buddha beads, also in the calculation of monk Zixu, suddenly hit the East Palace Fu that had been killed.The unparalleled power contained in the three blood Buddha beads broke the defense of Donggong Fu again, leaving three blood holes in his body.The body of Donggong Fu suddenly stiffened, looked down at the three more blood holes in his body, and jerked violently at the corners of his mouth.For the first time, a touch of fear grew uncontrollably in his heart.The four blood holes hit by the blood Buddha beads on his body were gushing blood. In a moment, his white robe was dyed red.Yan Meiniang, Yan Zhuxin, Dongfang Zhi and others in the appearance war all breathed out when they saw such a scene."The power of 'ten Hell' seems good. It's not a big problem to kill Donggong Fu."Yan Meiniang touched her forehead. The beautiful corners of her mouth finally raised slightly and outlined a charming smile."That's natural. The three disciples of our blood witch ancestors are not ordinary. Even if it's just a dead body, it's more than enough to kill the East Palace Fu."On one side, Yan Zhuxin took the two super large seats in front of her chest, vaguely light, and there was obviously a little pride in her beautiful little face.Blood witch ancestors are the pride of their Yan tribe. In the hearts of every Yan tribe, they are comparable to the immortal ancient emperor.Seeing the obvious arrogance on Yan Zhuxin's face, Yan Meiniang, Dongfang Zhi and others around her all smiled silently.However, they also have to admit that the blood witch 20000 years ago was indeed unimaginable. The three disciples under his command could completely defeat Donggong Fu only with dead bodies.But then again, the blood witch is a semi holy level. Its strength can definitely be comparable to that of the second generation Pope of Kyushu holy see. Can it be weak?"I don't believe that the 47th Shenwei on the list of divine guards of Kyushu Holy See can't do a dead blood monk."In the middle of the martial arts field, Donggong Fu was completely angry. Holding the more than ten Zhang Long ink war sword, he rushed to Qin Yi like crazy.His eyes were as red as bloodthirsty beasts, his eyes were completely opened, two shocking red blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, and his black hair was like weeds.Grass!This east palace Fu has fallen into a state of madness!Looking like a savage, Qin Yi blinked unbelievably at the East Palace Fu rushing over with an ink war sword. Then he didn't dare to be careless and quickly injected the mysterious Qi into the "ten hell".As he injected the mysterious Qi, the voice of Zen language recited by the monk Zixu who sat in the air above the "ten hell" became more and more vast, just like Hong Zhong and Da Lv."Hiss!" Hiss! " HissThis time, there were six blood Buddha beads, which suddenly hit Donggong Fu from monk Zixu's hand, and easily left six blood holes in Donggong Fu.The figure of the East Palace Fu holding the ink war sword and frantically rushing over again stagnated."Die!"At this time, Qin Yi's face had become incomparably old. Seeing that he had reached the edge of old death, he no longer delayed the slightest time. Holding the "ten hell" in his hand, he stepped forward and rushed to the East Palace quickly.Under the crazy urging of his mysterious Qi, the monk Zixu suddenly hit nine blood Buddha beads in the air, turned into nine blood Mans, and hit the East Palace Fu hard."Pa!" PA! " PAThe nine blood Buddha beads all hit Donggong Fu and directly made nine blood holes.At this moment, the body of Donggong Fu still turned into a sieve. There were more than ten blood holes. The blood gushing out could not help but dye him into a blood man. He looked extremely miserable."Boy, die!"The East Palace Fu roared like a beast, took a mouthful of blood, and then burst out. Holding the more than ten Zhang Long ink war sword in both hands, he staggered step by step towards Qin Yi. Each step left a blood mark on the ground.His original handsome face was already ferocious and terrible, his eyes were cracked, and his eyes were full of hatred, anger and reluctance.Qin Yi bent his back, and his slightly turbid eyes radiated a cold light. Donggong Fu was his enemy of life and death. He could not have any kindness to him."Donggong Fu, your life is over!"Qin Yi's voice was indifferent to the extreme.The next moment.Monk Zixu, above the "ten hell", kept counting with his fingers, and a whole twelve blood Buddha beads rushed out, beat them hard at the East Palace, and left twelve blood holes directly on him.The body of Donggong Fu was stiff, and the ink war sword in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, and blood gushed out of his mouth."I don't believe it. My strength ranks 47th on the Shenwei list. You're a clown. How can you end my life? I'll tear you to pieces!"In the roar, Donggong Fu pushed his legs with all his strength, and with endless hatred and reluctance, he fiercely jumped at Qin Yi.
