Chapter 998: Tragic battle

The ninth and ninetieth chapters of sadness

Zhuo Bufan's expression was as cold as ice, the power of thunder and lightning in the sword body instantly turned the old woman's soul and body into ashes, and disappeared between the sky and the earth with the wind.

"Devil."

"Devil, you dare to kill Elder Feng."

The faces of the two elders of the True Fire Sect and the Scarlet Moon Sect were angry and fearful. The three true fire beads of the True Fire Sect were swallowed by Zhuo Bufan. The light on the blood moon mirror of the Scarlet Moon Sect shined on Zhuo Bufan. At this moment, Zhuo Bufan was black. The hair gradually grows, spreads to the waist level, and then straightens down.

The jet-black long fly dances with the wind, like a peerless **** and demon.

"Devil, today I, Scarlet Moon Sect, will walk on behalf of the sky and defeat the evil monster."

The middle-aged man of Chi Yuezong said, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he immediately wrote an ancient and strange rune on his palm with blood.

The ancient and weird rune slowly floated out of the palm of his hand, and immediately drilled like a blood moon mirror.

The **** light above the mirror suddenly became more dense, slowly ‘squirming’ like a pool of thick blood, and the strange aura emanating from it also became thicker.

Zhuo Bufan can truly and clearly feel that his own aura, true essence, and energy are being crazily absorbed by the mirror, and his whole body is like a cocoon, bringing bursts of pain like shavings.

Even the hidden disciples and members of the monster race standing aside were stunned.

This name was originally a magic weapon of the Demon Race, and I heard that it has been sacrificed by the Scarlet Moon Sect, but now the weird exercises displayed by this mirror are undoubtedly those of the Demon Race, evil and powerful.

"What's going on?" Ye Beichen widened his eyes, clenched his fists tightly, and the blue veins on his neck shook, staring at everything in front of him furiously.

The second uncle frowned vigorously, staring deeply at the middle-aged man of the Scarlet Moon Sect, and sighed: "It seems that Scarlet Moon Sect has not really refined and sacrificed the blood moon mirror. They are greedy for the blood moon mirror. With its powerful ability, he was unwilling to destroy it, and he also mastered the Demon Race's method of controlling the Blood Moon Mirror."

"These hateful guys all day claim that they are decent and upright. Our demons do all evil, so we quietly use the magic weapons of the demons. It's hateful." Guo Shao squeezed his fist, his eyes full of anger.

"Didn't they always be like this?" Shao Nie was also full of anger.

But because of the family and sect, they can't help Zhuo Bufan now.

Little Golden Snake, Shijian, and Ye Ziqin gathered together to deal with other Hidden Snake’s children. Even with Little Golden Snake’s help, Hidden’s disciples are so numerous that it is still difficult to resist, let alone spare time. Go and help Zhuo Bufan.

"Master." Shi Jian Yu Guang glanced at Zhuo Bufan, biting his thin lips forcefully, the sword light in his hand flew, and the heads of the two hidden disciples were chopped off.

Ye Ziqin released the spell with both hands, freezing the three of them into ice sculptures.

Zhuo Bufan stood volley in the distance, his black hair flying with the wind, **** light enveloped his whole body, like a demon walking from **** to the world.

The **** moonlight light is like an invisible shackle, restraining his body and spiritual energy, and then constantly absorbing his power.

The middle-aged man of the Scarlet Moon Sect exhaled a long sigh, and finally a smile appeared on his face, "Mr. Fu, Elder Huo, this son will undoubtedly die today. He can die under the blood moon mirror of my Scarlet Moon Sect. It is his blessing."

Both the real person Fu Jun and the elder Zhenhuo Sect did not speak, looking at him a little strange.

After all, this Blood Moon Mirror was something of the Demon Race, and the Scarlet Moon Sect hadn't destroyed it.

"Crack!"

Just when the Chiyue Sect's face showed a relieved expression, a slight cracking sound suddenly sounded.

"Uncle Master, look at it soon..." A Scarlet Moon Sect disciple said in horror.

The elder Chiyuezong raised his head, his pupils dilated, and he saw an extremely subtle crack appearing on the mirror surface of the blood moon.

"Well, what's going on?"

Elder Chiyuezong showed an unbelievable color on his face.

This **** moon mirror was the spoils captured by the Scarlet Moon Sect when fighting against the demons. It possessed extremely powerful power, but it was also full of evil auras.

Real Person Fu Jun was also taken aback for a moment, and finally his face was slightly discolored.

The power contained in the blood moon mirror, even him, can only compete for the curse of the blood moon mirror with five levels of assurance.

"Crack!"

Immediately, the crack on the blood moon mirror appeared again, and this time the crack appeared a few inches longer.

Zhuo Bufan held the Ice Emperor Rain Sword, raised his head and roared, his eyes stretched out and two groups of purple flames like needlepoints were burning, and his whole person came down to the world like a demon king.

"In this world, nothing can restrain me."

Zhuo Bufan squeezed his fist, and the thick **** light that covered his body receded like a tide, and the blood moon mirror finally lost its light and fell to the ground.

"How is this possible? Impossible." The elder of the Chi Yuezong looked at the falling Blood Moon Mirror, with panic and fear on his face.

Zhuo Bufan held the Ice Emperor Rain Sword and pulled out a string of floating figures. He broke through the speed of sound and reached the elder of Chiyuezong. A cold arc was raised at the corner of his mouth. "With your ability, you want to kill me?"

"I am the elder of the Scarlet Moon Sect, you dare not kill me!"

Elder Chiyuezong's scared pupils shrank and took a step back abruptly.

Real person Fu Jun shouted: "Shadow Kill, you stop now, we might be able to give you a way out."

"You let me have a way of life? Do you want Fairy Xue to be the key to unlocking the city? If you lose my beloved person, then the long life for me is like a sea of ​​bitterness, meaningless."

Zhuo Bufan sneered.

Real person Fu Jun said with cold eyes: "White Tiger Dharma King, Xuanwu Lay, let's take action together and defeat this evildoer."

The two monks who stepped on Xuangui and rode on the white tiger looked at each other at the same time, and finally launched an attack.

Zhuo Bufan smiled and cut down with a sword, splitting the Chiyue Sect Master into two, and slashed between the heaven and the earth together with the spirit.

The real person Fu Jun, the elder of the True Fire Sect, and two monks riding strange beasts joined the battle.

"Shadow Kill, you break free from the control of the Blood Moon Mirror, you must have consumed a lot of spiritual energy and energy, and now it is the end of the crossbow." The real person Fu Jun constantly controlled the flying sword to attack, and the corner of his mouth evoked a strange arc.

A huge dark cloud condensed over the entire Lop Nur, the vortex slowly rotated, and the sound of thunder and lightning blasted.

Flying sand and rocks, strong winds burst.

Zhuo Bufan is not an innate powerhouse, let alone a god. Facing a few masters and breaking free from the shackles of the Blood Moon Mirror just now, it did consume a lot of energy and spiritual energy. At this time, he has suffered a lot of injuries, even The wound is deeply visible in the bone.

With blood soaking in the clothes, Zhuo Bufan's face always has a fearless warfare, facing the crowd, there is a sad mood, shocking people.

Long Geyue's eyes were red, and tears were like broken pearls, rolling down her white cheeks unwillingly.

Even Qiao Jianye and others clenched their fists vigorously.

"Damn, I really want to fight." The dragon python slammed angrily on the dead tree next to him, but he knew that with their strength, they couldn't participate in this level of battle at all.