Fortune Shrine

Chapter 1547

"Bastards! You will surely die today, and my Asura army will wash Wangjiang City with blood."

Bloody Hand Shura let out a roar, and his breath soared into the sky, as majestic as a prison.

The majestic power is mixed with a strong smell of blood, making him look like a real hell Shura, and his every move is full of death.

Rumble!

The surrounding world exploded inch by inch, and the huge City Lord's Mansion also collapsed inch by inch.

In the breath, it is already a mess.

At this moment, the power of the Tianying Seven Transformation powerhouse is fully displayed.

It is also because of this that a group of Xuantian Sword Sect powerhouses besieged the blood-handed Shura, but they were unable to win for a long time.

It may not be difficult to repel such a strong person, but it is undoubtedly difficult to kill him.

"Hahaha! You really are a bunch of trash. If you want my life, you are still far behind." Bloody Shura laughed wildly, and he didn't even have the slightest intention of retreating. .

Obviously, he wanted to take the opportunity to slaughter Liao.

Although Xu Wuya and the others were tyrannical, they did not have the strength to completely suppress him, and the result can be imagined.

The members of the Xuantian Sword Sect were in chaos.

The dominance of Bloody Hand Shura was not something they could bear at all, the crowd avoided them all, and the scene was extremely tragic.

"Bastard!" Xu Wuya was so angry that his whole body trembled, his arrogance soared to the sky, like a ray of shock, he slashed at the bloody Shura.

However, Crimson Hand Shura didn't accept the attack at all, just dodged blindly, and directly attacked those ordinary disciples.

In a short while, Xuantian Sword Sect was seriously injured.

Although it doesn't have much impact on strength, it has a great blow to morale.

It was originally a siege, but instead it fell into this field.

This is something that Xu Wuya never thought of. According to his idea, even if he can't kill the opponent, he will have to seriously injure him, reducing the strength of Shura Temple, but right now...

"Hahaha! Come on, Wu Wuya, you idiot, it's so ridiculous that you want to besiege this seat just because of these people." Bloody Hand Shura laughed wildly and arrogantly, but the disciples of Xuantian Sword Sect were panicked. Morale plummeted.

Seeing this, the elders knew that if they didn't win the opponent, there would be no need to fight this battle.

Therefore, one by one, they tried their best to attack.

Under such an offensive, the bloody hand was obviously overwhelmed, and retreated steadily.

"Hahaha! A bunch of trash, I won't play with you anymore. When my Asura army arrives, they will definitely wash Wangjiang City with blood."

Knowing that he could not get any more benefits, Bloody Hand Shura threw down a harsh word and wanted to flee.

The majestic figure soared into the sky, unstoppable.

"You bastard! Leave it to this sect." Xu Wuya shouted angrily, and he slashed away with the shocking long sword first.

A group of elders also shot at the same time.

Because if the opponent is allowed to leave so easily, how majestic Xuantian Sword Sect still is, and how to fight this battle, morale will almost drop to the bottom.

However, it is undoubtedly more difficult to stop a Tianying Seven Transformation powerhouse from escaping than killing a Tianying Seven Transformation powerhouse.

The opponent's speed and means are far from comparable to all the elders, only Xu Wuya can compete, but he alone is obviously not enough.

"Get out! Just relying on you trash to block this seat, you are beyond your control."

The blood-handed Asura threw out both palms, and the blood-red palm prints enveloped the world, smashing the encirclement in an instant, and then turned into a blood line, shooting out quickly.

Xu Wuya was furious, but he could only watch helplessly as the other party left.

Not to mention that kind of elder.

As for the crowd below, all of them were ashen-faced at the moment. The other party was only one person, and he had already made a mess of this place, and retreated unharmed. How can we fight this battle?Doesn't it mean sending you to death?

At this moment, they almost lost their will to fight, and their hearts began to waver.

"Hahaha!"

The unbridled wild laughter still exploded between heaven and earth, full of irony.

Seeing that blood line is about to disappear at the end of sight.

Suddenly, a cold shout came, resounding like the voice of the avenue, "I want to go! Leave my life to this sect."

shhhhhh!

Following the sound, Wan Dao sword shadow descended from the sky, carrying endless killing aura.

A huge array instantly enveloped, and the Tianshou Sword Array sealed off the world.

"Hmph! The mere sword formation also wants to trap this seat, it's simply fantastic." Bloody Shura sneered coldly, obviously not aware of the domineering of the sleepy sword formation, his eyes were full of disdain.

The figure didn't stop at all, both palms came out together, and the blood-red giant palms directly slapped the sword formation.

Boom!

The result was obvious. There was a loud bang, but the sword formation only trembled violently and did not break.

Bloody Hand Shura's pupils shrank, full of panic.

But at the next moment, a long sword came from the void, disappeared without a sound, and appeared directly in his heart.

puff!

A long sword enters the body, and a sword pierces the heart.

On the other side of the sword, a faint figure slowly emerged. He was full of white hair and had a majestic face, like a peerless emperor who traveled from ancient times.

"No, no..." Bloody Shura's pupils were wide open, he looked at the long sword that passed through his chest, and then at Fang Yi, his face was full of horror and disbelief, and finally his expression slowly froze.

It's just that the boss, whose eyes are still open, seems to have never dreamed that he would die like this.

In fact, Fang Yi was able to kill him so easily because he was too arrogant and didn't pay attention to the people here at all.

Along with that, he didn't pay much attention to the Heavenly Sleeping Sword Formation.

One blow couldn't break the formation, so Fang Yi cooperated with Futian Sword Formation to kill him with one blow.

brush!

The long sword crossed the sky again, and a large head shot up into the sky, spilling blood into the sky.

As for the crowd below, they were completely sluggish at the moment, and hadn't even realized what was going on.

Because all this happened between lightning and flint.

In their eyes, the blood-handed Asura was just about to flee, but suddenly, the shadow of Wan Dao sword fell, and after that, a long sword appeared from nowhere, piercing his heart by itself.

All in all, so fast that they don't even know what's going on.

But seeing the flying head, they clearly realized that Shura, the incomparable bloody hand to them, had been killed.

And it's a spike!One hit kill.

At this moment, they seem to be dreaming, everything is so unreal, but it is actually happening.

"It's him! The Sovereign of the Kyushu Sect."

Someone in the crowd exclaimed.

This voice also brought the stunned crowd back to their senses, and they all looked at the domineering figure in horror.

There is no imaginary boiling, the crowd is still sluggish, or panic, or fanaticism, or worship, or unbelievable... extremely complicated.

And the most complicated and unbelievable ones are undoubtedly the high-level members of the Xuantian Sword Sect.

A few years ago, the battle at Fenglei Mountain was still vivid in their minds, but in the blink of an eye, the opponent unexpectedly killed Shura the bloody hand that they couldn't even siege, how dare they believe it.

Especially Wu Wuya, his eyes were full of shock.

"Bold thief! You want to die!"

At this moment, there was an angry shout, and the army of Shura Palace had arrived.

(End of this chapter)