Master of Beasts

"Next, it's time for me to attack."

Henry Zhang's slightly cold laughter spread, and the blood-bone old man looked at the buzzing and rotating ice fire light wheel, and suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Tan Ce is very likely to lose.

Even get killed!

"Damn it, what kind of spiritual art is this, it can fuse spiritual power!" The blood-bone old man's face was livid.

Tan Ce is the fifth-order spirit, while Henry Zhang is only the third-order.

This was the first time he felt that his blood sacrifice was so vulnerable.

"I'm not mistaken, Henry Zhang actually merged the spiritual power of the fire attribute and the ice attribute!"

"It didn't explode? It's impossible!"

"Who can tell me how powerful the fusion of fire and ice attributes will be?"

Shocking noise resounded in the mouths of many disciples.

Fusion of spiritual power, this kind of method, ordinary people dare not even think about it.

This is also the first time Henry Zhang has performed it in front of the disciples of Si Xiaofeng.

"Fusion of spiritual power?" Tan Ce stared at Henry Zhang's palm, the rapidly spinning light wheel, and his heart sank suddenly.

Only then did he remember the rumors that Henry Zhang swallowed dozens of Mingquan fruits to destroy the Bai family.

No doubt he sniffed when he first heard it.

A small spirit master, even if he swallows more Netherspring fruit, it is impossible to have that kind of power, because his spirit beast and spirit skills will not be strengthened accordingly.

But now, he didn't believe it a little bit.

Combining two kinds of spiritual power, adding dozens of Nether Spring Fruits to create a strong explosion, it is indeed possible to destroy the Bai family and kill the powerful Linghuang!

"However, that's because you swallowed the Nether Spring Fruit."

With a sharp look in his eyes, Tan Ce said with a sinister smile, "Compared to the time in Bai's house, you are much weaker now. It is wishful thinking to scare me away."

"Spiritual art, blood blade!"

Tan Ce's murderous voice fell,

A blood knife about ten feet in size quickly took shape in front of him, and streaks of bright red blood spun around the blade of the blood knife at high speed.

"cut!"

With a wave of his right hand, Tan Ce's violent shout resounded through the sky.

"Shua!"

The blood knife, which was about ten feet long, tore through the air, brought up a blurred blood light, and slashed down on Henry Zhang on the stone platform, with a continuous and sharp sound of breaking the wind.

"go!"

Squinting his eyes slightly, Henry Zhang waved his palm, and the spinning ice and fire light wheel greeted him with a whoosh. The sharp edge of the light wheel cut the space out of traces.

In the tense eyes of everyone.

The blood knife and the light wheel collided fiercely in the upper half of the stone platform, and the dull explosion sound spread around, shaking everyone's minds and buzzing.

"Clang!"

In the midair above the stone platform, the blade of the blood knife and the edge of the light wheel were accurately shaken together, dazzling sparks splashed from the intersection.

For a while, the two were inseparable.

"asshole."

A fierce light flashed in his eyes, Tan Ce gritted his teeth, and slashed fiercely at his wrist with his sharp fingertips. The bright red blood quickly fell into the blood knife.

Replenished with blood energy, the blood knife shines brightly, pressing down the light wheel below.

"Ha ha!"

Tan Ce, whose face was pale due to excessive blood loss, saw this scene, and a grim smile appeared on his face again: "Break it!"

In his heart, the victory of this battle must belong to him.

"Then break it." Looking at the ice and fire light wheel that was at a disadvantage, Henry Zhang murmured, and the spiritual power in the first and second spiritual gates roared out without reservation.

"Crack!"

Dazzling cracks spread out on the surface of the blood knife, and a chill rose in the eyes of the blood bone old man.

The blood sacrifice he was so proud of was crushed...

A sound of glass shattering suddenly resounded in the air, the bloody knife full of cracks shattered into fragments all over the sky, and the rotating ice and fire light wheel, like a bolt of lightning, quickly passed through it.

"Shua!"

Although the color of the light wheel has dimmed a lot, the sharp aura has not diminished by half.

"No……"

The light wheel flew towards him, and Tan Ce finally showed panic on his face. However, before he could dodge in the future, the sharp light wheel passed through his body.

"Boom!"

Not far behind Tan Ce, the halo turned into light spots all over the sky, floating in mid-air.

Its spiritual power was finally exhausted.

The light wheel passed through Tan Ce's body, and on the latter's chest, a thin blood-red line emerged. All Si Xiaofeng's disciples looked dull and couldn't believe their eyes.

Tan Ce, lost?

"you you……"

Looking at the bloodstains tearing his body, Tan Ce opened his mouth, his distorted face was extremely terrifying.

He doesn't want to die.

It was not easy for him to become the disciple of the blood-bone old man.

It was not easy for him to win this opportunity.

How could he die here like this!

"By the way, I still have a blood sacrifice!"

With ecstasy on his face, in front of Tan Ce's body, a blood-attribute spirit beast loomed.

"As long as I sacrifice it, I can live!"

The chest rose and fell rapidly, and the smile on Tan Ce's face seemed sick, which caused a chill in many people's hearts.

"Asshole, this feeling really came."

His head was dizzy for a while, Henry Zhang was paralyzed and almost fell to the ground, which was the result of excessive waste of spiritual power.

"Blood sacrifice!"

Fighting with his last breath, Tan Ce roared like a flash of light.

"Sacrifice, sacrifice your head!"

A cold light flashed in his eyes, Henry Zhang resisted his tiredness, stepped on the ground fiercely with his feet, his figure rose above Tan Ce like a shell fired from a chamber.

Looking at Tan Ce below, Henry Zhang's eyes were cold, and he punched down.

"Boom!"

There was a loud sound, and the ripples of spiritual power spread, and Tan Ce, who was hit, fell to the ground with a bang, creating a huge crater.

Billowing smoke and dust waves, from the deep pit, permeated the air.

Lying in the deep pit, Tan Ce's mouth and nose were bleeding, and his dim eyesight, through the smoke, looked at Henry Zhang in the sky, with deep regret in his heart.

What he regretted was not being an enemy of Henry Zhang, but not using all means to kill Henry Zhang when he was weak.

However, it was too late.

The vitality gradually dissipated, and Tan Ce's vision was completely plunged into darkness.

"It's finally over."

Endless fatigue came to mind, Henry Zhang's body softened, and he fell to the ground weakly.

Before he fell into a coma, he only felt a fresh fragrance, which filled his nose, and the softness from his back made him feel refreshed...

"Senior Bloodbone, that disciple of yours can't help beating." Qiu Ling said with a smile as he looked at the livid-faced Bloodbone Old Man.

"Peak Master Qiu, please leave. I will come to worship the mountain again some other day." The blood-bone old man said word by word, then turned around immediately, and rushed out of the four small peaks without looking back.

Stealing chickens is not enough to lose rice.

No matter how thick-skinned he is, he has no face to stay here.

The next moment, a burst of joyful cheers resounded throughout the four small peaks.

The object of their cheers was naturally the comatose teenager...