Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 697 Ancient creature! (1)
At this moment, Lou Junyan transformed into the Asura Killing God!
"kill!"

The tip of the sharp blade filled with purple-black light pointed downward, and as Lou Junyan flew out to meet the many blood slaves, a purple-black residual arc was drawn in the air.

Ling Wushuang's eyes trembled slightly, but he didn't rush to Lou Junyan's position. While getting rid of the bloody vines around him, he flew into the God Locking Tower, and drifted towards the blood tree following the wind that swirled around him. The position of Wang Zhugan is silent!

"Om-"

On the other side, Lou Junyan flew towards the many blood slaves, his long hair curled up, and his black robe fluttered.

"Humph!"

He snorted coldly, held the dark king's blade and swung his wrist. Between lightning and flint, he swung his backhand from bottom to top and pulled out a purple-black wind blade. The batch that arrived was swept away to the ground!

"Pfft!"

The weaker blood slaves were even cut in half by the terrifying wind and smashed to the ground!

"what--"

Accompanied by their sharp screams, the bright red color and bloody light burst out from the bodies of many blood slaves, instantly dyeing the dark sky red.

"Kill him, kill this hateful human being for this king!" Blood Tree King's rough voice was long and crazy.

"This king wants to leave you without bones!"

At this moment, the old monster, who had been silent for millions of years, was finally completely enraged. At this moment, the dense tree vines swung up and turned into hideous vampires, attacking Lou Junyan's position.

On the tree trunks, on the vines, the slurry shot out everywhere, as if a layer of blood had been splashed all over the body!

"Ah-"

After receiving the summoning command from the Blood Tree King, strange roars, creepy and piercing screams, came from the mouths of hundreds of blood slaves.

No matter how badly injured they are, the numb expressions on their faces remain the same, without the slightest feeling. The small wave in front was completely killed by Lou Junyan, while the blood slave in the back still showed no sign of fear and ran away. He charged towards Lou Junyan.

Under the control of the Blood Tree King, they have no consciousness and no thoughts.

No pain, no itching, no death!
"Shhhh-"

Line up, all kinds of weird weapons in their hands waved down together.

"Kang-kang-kang!"

The scarlet color of the weapon seems to have been weathered by time, with a history of millions of years. At the front are more than a dozen supreme emperor masters, and there are even four or five who have reached the middle-grade realm!

"Come on!" Lou Junyan spat out two words in a low voice, and his thin lips formed a bloodthirsty arc.

In the dark, Ling Wushuang escaped into the Suo Shen Pagoda, quietly followed the surrounding wind, and soon, he even groped for the main part of the Blood Tree King!
"I haven't tasted fresh blood for thousands of years. It's really lonely to stay in this ghost place. Stay with me, stay with me, stay, and be my blood slaves."

"Quack quack..."

In the deep black hole like a crater, there was the strange and crazy laughter of the Blood Tree King, and blue smoke came out from time to time, and even the scarlet slurry could be vaguely seen tumbling inside.

"Dong dong!"

The sound of the blood-red slurry spurting out was the sound of attacking Ling Wushuang's sea of ​​consciousness before!

However, looking at such an insolent state, the Blood Tree King obviously didn't notice Ling Wushuang's approach, and the voice that came out slowly was long and hoarse, "It's still such a special blood, it must be delicious."

“It was delicious!”

The woman's cold words, accompanied by an extremely cold wind, made the blood tree king's words come to an abrupt end!

"what!"

For a moment, the whole body of the old tree withered vines trembled, and even the giant blood-red vines that were continuously shuttled towards Lou Junyan stiffened suddenly like a dead snake.

"Let you taste what is delicious!"

Before Ling Wushuang finished his sentence, an ice-colored long stick fell straight from the sky, driving the surrounding wind to spin rapidly, and inserted towards the deep scarlet hole!

"Pfft—" The scarlet liquid splashed out like fresh blood!

"Ah-"

The Blood Tree King immediately let out a painful sound, as if someone had stabbed his throat with a stick!

Ling Wushuang's voice was cold and chilling, "Is this tasty enough?"

Cold and sharp colors burst out from her clear eyes.

As expected, she was not wrong, this position is the core and the most vulnerable place of this old monster!
One end of the ice scepter was deeply inserted into the blood-red tumbling tree hole, and the other end was tightly held in Ling Wushuang's hands. In the hole, the overwhelming blood-red wave quickly melted around the place where the ice scepter pierced. Form a huge vortex!

"Ice Scepter!"

The Blood Tree King finally came back to his senses, as if someone had strangled his throat, he let out a hellish howl, but then his voice became extremely painful, "Ah - despicable human beings, despicable human beings!"

The Blood Tree King didn't notice Ling Wushuang at all, nor did he expect that there would be something in her hand that could restrain its power.

Ling Wushuang snorted coldly, "Looks like it's not tasty enough!"

As soon as the words were finished, Ling Wushuang separated his hands from the ice scepter and flew up. The white robe and skirt fluttered with the wind, and elegant lines floated out in the bloody air.

"call--"

The ice scepter spun rapidly, and under the flick of Ling Wushuang's sleeves, it magnified hundreds of times with the wind, like a beam of light from the sky, and like a sharp sword, ruthlessly piercing the blood tree king's life throat place!

"Ah-ga!"

The Blood Tree King immediately let out a mournful wail, and the blood-red vines around it writhed crazily with their teeth and claws open, rampaging in this dark space, like a ferocious and twisted scarlet giant snake.

"Ah-"

The sharp roar from the mouth of the blood slave in the distance is exactly the same as the blood tree king, or it seems to be the voice of the blood tree king!
Lou Junyan beheaded several blood slaves who had jumped in front of him with a single knife, raised his eyes to look in the direction of Ling Wushuang, a deep light flashed in his dark red eyes, and the arc of iron and blood outlined by his thin lips was fierce. is charming.

"Old guy, isn't this delicious enough!" Ling Wushuang said coldly, and at the same time he slapped the top of the ice scepter with his backhand!

"Pfft!"

The sound of puffing and creaking was like the sound of sharp knives piercing flesh!
"Crack!"

Under Ling Wushuang's ferocious force, the ice scepter with a diameter of ten feet, spun rapidly and fell suddenly. In the end, it pierced through the deep blood basin directly, emerged from the other side of the thick tree trunk, and inserted into it. In the mud behind!

(End of this chapter)