157: The Blood Clan is DestroyedFacing the siege of two Dou Huangs, Fan Lao looked a little embarrassed.
He knew very well that although his Blood Sect's skills were domineering and strange, and his cultivation progressed quite fast, they were too dependent on external forces, so that the Dou Qi in his body could not reach the solid state. When fighting with people of the same realm, he always suffered a little. The
reason why Fan Lao had been able to fight Ying Li to a draw before was mainly because he relied on his cultivation level, which was one star higher than the other party.
But even so, the two had fought many times, and he did not take advantage.
Now with the addition of Yuan Yi, the leader of the Eight Gates, Fan Lao felt his pressure doubled in an instant, and he was about to be unable to resist.
"Yuan Yi! My Blood Sect and your Eight Gates have never had any grudges. Do you have to help Ying Li and my Blood Sect to fight to the death today?"
Fan Lao's eyes flickered, his eyes glanced around imperceptibly, but he gritted his teeth and shouted.
Yuan Yi smiled coldly and said: "Fan Lao, isn't it ignorant for you to say this?"
"This is the Black Horn Region, it's either killing or being killed, as for whether there is a grudge or not... is it important?"
Yes, is there a grudge or not?
It is clear that they are coming for the Blood Sect, and no matter how much you say now, it will not change anything!
"Arrogant! Do I, Fan Lao, fear you?"
His face twitched for a while, and finally Fan Lao couldn't help but roared.
At this time, his eyes were full of ferocity, and the overwhelming blood-colored fighting spirit burst out of his body. Finally, the fighting spirit rose and turned into a huge sea of blood of three or four feet around him, and his figure was completely covered in it.
"Hehe, Fan Lao, I didn't expect that after so many years, you still use the same old tricks! These things are useless to me." As an old opponent, the master of the Black Skull Tomb, Ying Li sneered.
Glancing at the spreading sea of blood, the shadow raised his hands, and a dark and cold green flame instantly emerged from his palms.
The moment the flame appeared, the temperature around dropped by several degrees!
"Netherworld Fire!"
With a gentle wave of his hand, the dark green flame suddenly expanded. In just a few seconds, the Netherworld Fire, which was less than the size of a fist, expanded to a size of two or three meters...
This flame is not a strange fire, and it is completely different from the fighting spirit flame cultivated by the orthodox fire attribute technique.
This is the dark fire condensed by the special technique of the Black Skull Tomb!
This dark green flame seems to come from the abyss of hell. If it invades the human body, it will not take a moment to corrode and melt the opponent's fighting spirit, along with the blood and flesh essence...
Its power is so strong that although it is not a strange fire, it is also incomparable to ordinary fire!
As an old rival, Fan Lao naturally knew the strangeness of the other party's flame, so when he saw the other party use the netherworld fire, he directly formed a blood vortex in his sea of blood...
The vortex continued to rotate and expand, and finally swallowed the dark green netherworld flame into his stomach.
The flames swept, and the sea of blood churned...
At this moment, the two were instantly deadlocked, the flames continued to burn the sea of blood, and the sea of blood continued to consume the power of the flames.
Next, if you want to decide the winner, you can only see who can outlast the other.
If this was normal, then there is a high probability that the two would only end in a draw...
But now, Ying Li has helpers around him!
Yuan Yi looked at the two people who were deadlocked, his eyes flashed, his hands continued to condense, and finally condensed a 40-meter-long fighting spirit sword.
"Three swords of the Avici Dao! Cut! Cut! Cut!"
The sword aura that soared into the sky seemed to tear the world apart, and instantly tore through the already thin sea of blood...
The sea of blood dissipated, and two figures in it slowly emerged again.
Ying Li was fine except for a little shortness of breath, while Fan Lao's robe was torn to pieces, blood dripping down his arm and finally dripping from his palm...
Obviously, Fan Lao was still injured by the two of them after being attacked by Yuan Yi's three knives.
Looking at Fan Lao's appearance at this time, Ying Li felt that he had never been so comfortable as he was now.
The two had fought several times in these years, but in the end they could only end in vain. This made Ying Li, who had a backer behind him, feel very depressed.
But there was no way, his master had said long ago that unless it was a matter of life and death, he would not dare to disturb him, so Fan Lao had been jumping around until now!
"Hehe, Fan Lao, it seems that today is your last time in this world!"
He glanced at the Blood Clothes Castle in the city. The two Dou Wang elders of the Blood Sect had already been killed by Mo Tang.
The remaining disciples were also scared out of their wits, and they all ran away... As for those who didn't run away, can you expect a group of Dou Masters, Grand Dou Masters, or Dou Spirits to help? "
Hehe, do you think you can defeat me?"
Fan Lao's face suddenly showed a strange smile, and the seal in his hand suddenly changed, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. As the blood dispersed, Fan Lao's figure disappeared in a very strange way.
Blood Escape Technique!
This is also one of the secret techniques mastered by the Blood Sect.
Yuan Yi, who fought with Fan Lao for the first time, obviously didn't expect that the other party would have such a trick. Seeing this, his expression changed and he was shocked.
In comparison, Ying Li was much calmer.
He raised his hand to stop Yuan Yi who wanted to chase him, and then raised his chin to gesture in a direction.
Yuan Yi looked up and found that a place a hundred meters away from the wall of Dusk City, the space suddenly rippled slightly, and then a blood shadow emerged, and Fan Lao, with a pale face, fell from it.
Although the blood escape technique can allow Fan Lao to escape from the battlefield instantly, it also consumes a lot of energy for the user.
With Fan Lao's current state, as long as he doesn't want to be directly drained of blood and die, then the distance he can escape will not be far.
The reason why Ying Li didn't chase him was because he found that someone had already taken action before that...
A silver light appeared almost at the same time as the blood shadow. When Fan Lao showed up, a long sword with lightning flashing in his fighting spirit had pierced his chest...
"You...you..."
There was no time to react at all.
Fan Lao's face became even paler, and a mouthful of blood mixed with broken internal organs spurted out.
"It's over... Sect Master Fan."
Mo Tang smiled, becoming the last picture Fan Lao saw in this world.
Fan Lao's death also directly disintegrated the last resistance of the Blood Sect.
The old vampire demon, who was already overwhelmed by the siege of three people, did not hesitate at all and directly used the blood escape technique to escape. After all,
he was a seven-star Douhuang. Although he was no match for the siege of three people, he would not be injured in a short time, so Mo Tang and others did not think of chasing him.
Because they all knew that they would definitely not be able to catch him!
Fan Lao died, and the Blood Clan was destroyed.
Now, it is time for them to reap their own achievements!