Chapter 1167 (2/2)

”I don't believe that the 47th Shenwei on the list of divine guards of Kyushu Holy See can't do a dead blood monk.”

In the middle of the martial arts field, Donggong Fu was completely angry. Holding the more than ten Zhang Long ink war sword, he rushed to Qin Yi like crazy.

His eyes were as red as bloodthirsty beasts, his eyes were completely opened, two shocking red blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, and his black hair was like weeds.

Grass!

This east palace Fu has fallen into a state of madness!

Looking like a savage, Qin Yi blinked unbelievably at the East Palace Fu rushing over with an ink war sword. Then he didn't dare to be careless and quickly injected the mysterious Qi into the ”ten hell”.

As he injected the mysterious Qi, the voice of Zen language recited by the monk Zixu who sat in the air above the ”ten hell” became more and more vast, just like Hong Zhong and Da Lv.

”Hiss!”“ Hiss! ”“ Hiss

This time, there were six blood Buddha beads, which suddenly hit Donggong Fu from monk Zixu's hand, and easily left six blood holes in Donggong Fu.

The figure of the East Palace Fu holding the ink war sword and frantically rushing over again stagnated.

”Die!”

At this time, Qin Yi's face had become incomparably old. Seeing that he had reached the edge of old death, he no longer delayed the slightest time. Holding the ”ten hell” in his hand, he stepped forward and rushed to the East Palace quickly.

Under the crazy urging of his mysterious Qi, the monk Zixu suddenly hit nine blood Buddha beads in the air, turned into nine blood Mans, and hit the East Palace Fu hard.

”Pa!”“ PA! ”“ PA

The nine blood Buddha beads all hit Donggong Fu and directly made nine blood holes.

At this moment, the body of Donggong Fu still turned into a sieve. There were more than ten blood holes. The blood gushing out could not help but dye him into a blood man. He looked extremely miserable.

”Boy, die!”

The East Palace Fu roared like a beast, took a mouthful of blood, and then burst out. Holding the more than ten Zhang Long ink war sword in both hands, he staggered step by step towards Qin Yi. Each step left a blood mark on the ground.

His original handsome face was already ferocious and terrible, his eyes were cracked, and his eyes were full of hatred, anger and reluctance.

Qin Yi bent his back, and his slightly turbid eyes radiated a cold light. Donggong Fu was his enemy of life and death. He could not have any kindness to him.

”Donggong Fu, your life is over!”

Qin Yi's voice was indifferent to the extreme.

The next moment.

Monk Zixu, above the ”ten hell”, kept counting with his fingers, and a whole twelve blood Buddha beads rushed out, beat them hard at the East Palace, and left twelve blood holes directly on him.

The body of Donggong Fu was stiff, and the ink war sword in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

”I don't believe it. My strength ranks 47th on the Shenwei list. You're a clown. How can you end my life? I'll tear you to pieces!”

In the roar, Donggong Fu pushed his legs with all his strength, and with endless hatred and reluctance, he fiercely jumped at Qin Yi.