The Host Of An Ancient Spirit Chapter 37

"The Blood Devil with boiling blood!” The four disciples shouted so loudly that the air was rumbling, and the whole sky seemed to be shrouded in red clouds with soaring momentum.

Chen Feng changed his facial expression and said to himself, “It seems that all the disciples of the Blood Sect have already exerted their tricks. I just wonder whether Murong Xiaorou can fight against it? The disciple hidden in the darkness should take action now.”

The power in his body was suddenly agitated and the vitality energy surged out of his hands, ready to attack at any moment.

Finally, Murong Xiaorou, who had always been calm and self-sufficient, changed her expression for the first time when she saw the red clouds in the air. She turned her head to stare at the four disciples of the Blood Sect and noticed the blood-red beads on the top of their heads.

Without hesitation, Murong Xiaorou moved her fingers and shouted in a clear and angry voice, “A sword with widespread forces all over the Continent would eliminate all the demons. "

Suddenly, a few Ling forces were agitated into the air and a lot of white swords appeared around her. Thousands of them were constantly spinning to form a huge circular battle array.

Boom!

Thousands of small swords flew out against the four disciples of the Blood Sect. At this time, the red clouds in the air flashed and a gorgeous blood rushed out, which stopped the thousands of small swords in the air.

The power of the blood curtain was very terrible, but Murong Xiaorou immediately extended her fingers to slightly change a few gestures. Then, the little swords in the air were suddenly condensed again and instantly turned into a huge sword hundreds of meters long and tens of meters wide.

"Go!" The long sword was agitated for a sudden attack with great force. The power was so extraordinary that anything in front of it would be destroyed immediately.

Bang! It collided with the blood screen, paused slightly, and then pa.s.sed through at the same speed. The four disciples of the Blood Sect were frightened because the giant sword suddenly dispersed into countless small swords flying against them. The powerful sword forces rushed into their bodies and they immediately spat out crimson blood. The blood-colored beads on their heads also became dim.

However, not the slightest trace of disappointment appeared on the faces of the four disciples; on the contrary, they squeezed out a faint smile from the corner of their mouths.

Chen Feng frowned and found the figure hiding amid the stones that were finally moved. However, the Murong Xiaorou’s physical strength had been greatly consumed. If they launched an attack at this time, it would be quite effective without any difficulty. But everything had two sides and they didn’t expect there was another Chen Feng in existence.

"Go to h.e.l.l!” The laughter suddenly burst out in the air. The black shadow appeared behind Murong Xiaorou like a ghost with a dagger flas.h.i.+ng with red light. The light on the blade was particularly eye-catching.

Murong Xiaorou was shocked, but her physical strength had not been recovered yet and she was so careless at that moment that it was impossible for her to avoid the sudden attack. She felt so sad in her heart and she was wondering whether she was going to be killed by these shabby guys from the Blood Sect then. Maybe she would be badly treated by them after being killed. She felt very regretful and shuddered at the thought that she would waste all the strength of the Ling sense level.

Suddenly, another force rushed out and it was very similar to that of the Blood Sect disciples. Murong Xiaorou felt a gust of despair. Was there actually another disciple of the Blood Sect?

However, the antic.i.p.ated attack did not fall on her at all. Was everything just an illusion? Why am I still alive? Murong Xiaorou was stunned when she turned around to see a man was standing behind her with his hand reaching out and grabbing the dagger which was about to attack her.

Murong Xiaorou was shocked because she knew the man who suddenly appeared actually came to save her.

"Who’s he? Will he save me? He doesn’t seem to be a member of my family," Murong murmured.

The face of Chen Feng suddenly changed. The situation was so urgent just now that his right hand was pierced by the dagger. However, he didn’t expect the dagger would have a strange energy that started to rush into his body.

"Poisonous dagger?" Chen Feng shouted as a gust of Ling force burst out of his hand. A long sword appeared instantly and stabbed into the chest of the Blood Sect disciple.

The disciple, who suddenly appeared, sneered and said, "There are ten kinds of poisons on the dagger, so you are going to die. Hha!"

Chen Feng cursed with great anger out of his heart and shouted, “I will definitely kill you first before I die.”

"Take your best shot! I’m Xue Li, the son of the Blood Sect master, and my martial art is certainly superior to those four disciples. Whether it’s a sneak attack, or even a frontal attack, I’ll never dread you even though you have reached the Ling shape level. Moreover, I’m very professional in terms of a.s.sa.s.sination and never failed once in the past decade. Let’s see whether you die from my poison first or I’m killed by your sword first," Xue Li said with obvious confidence.