In the rich blood-red light, a giant suddenly appeared behind the Blood Demon. The giant was like an enlarged version of the Blood Demon. Not only was the blood surging all over his body, but it was also filled with a brutal hostility. Feeling the overwhelming momentum, Tang Qian's face finally changed. It was not until this moment that he realized the power of the Blood Demon and the gap between the two. He felt like he was a minor child, facing an adult in his thirties and holding sharp weapons, there was no possibility of victory. However, although he wanted to retreat, he did not dare to retreat. Behind him were thousands of righteous disciples and ordinary people. If he retreated, it would represent the demise of everyone. At this time, he regretted a little, why did he disagreed with Feng Lie's request at the beginning.

Otherwise, in this crisis, at least two people could share some pressure when facing the blood demon. Such a nervous mood was not only Tang Qian, but also the same in the hearts of others. Looking at the blood-colored giant in the sky, everyone's eyes were not only heavy, but also a hint of panic and fear. "Die!" With a roar, the blood-colored giant raised his hand and slapped Tang Qian with the momentum of destroying the world. If this blow fell on Tang Qian, it would be seriously injured even if he did not die.

Seeing the blood-colored giant hand fall, Tang Qian finally showed a hint of fear on his face. He had no choice but to be afraid of his own property and life. It was not until this moment that he realized that the gap between himself and the blood demon was as a semi-immortal-level strongman. This gap could no longer be compensated by the original power. However, Tang Qian did not want to die. He had just broken through the semi-immortal for a few years, but he didn't want to die in such a mess. His grand career has not been completed and his ambition has not yet been unfolded, so how can he die willingly? In order to survive,

Tang Qian knew that he could not retreat because retreating was death. Facing the blood-colored giant hand, Tang Qian held the demon sword in both hands, his eyes were cold, and his steel teeth were clenched. When the blood-colored giant hand was about to fall, he finally moved. The demon sword was raised high, and the red light rose into the sky, forming a huge sword light, and chopped towards the blood-colored giant hand. When the two touched each other, the gorgeous sword light passed through the middle of the blood-colored giant hand. Seeing this, Tang Qian's brows couldn't help but stretched. But soon, his face darkened again.

The blood-colored giant hand did not break through because of the attack of the sword light, but continued to fall towards his head with a terrifying power. At this moment, Tang Qian finally felt the approaching of death. The powerful aura made him unable to take the courage to take action. However, when Tang Qian closed his eyes and waited for death to come, he found that the blood-colored giant hand had not fallen for a long time. Such changes made him unable to help but open his eyes. Looking at the scene in his eyes, Tang Qian was shocked.

Above his head, there was a light golden light shield, blocking the blood-colored giant hand. On the surface of the golden light shield, there was a golden thread connecting the soul-suppressing clock behind it. It was obvious that the sudden golden light shield came from Leng Xuan's hand. He didn't understand why Leng Xuan helped. However, it was too late for him to think too much about such a good opportunity, he could not let go of it. At that moment, he held the demon sword in his hand again, flew up, and hit the blood-colored giant hand.
Chapter completed!