9283. Chapter 9283: Soul Sword Blood Sword 5

"No...!" Wei Han shouted loudly, his face almost twisted in severe pain.

If it was before, Xiao Yan would never be his opponent. However, just now, he was hit by Du Ming's full force, and his body was covered with wounds, causing his strength to drop a lot. If not, how could Xiao Yan suppress him so easily.

"Save me... Lin Hao, save me!"

"Too late!" Xiao Yan shouted softly, approached suddenly, and slammed his palm fiercely. "Bang!" With a loud bang, Wei Han's body exploded instantly, and like Leng Xuan, his body was destroyed. Although he was knocked out, Wei Han soon found that his soul body was still shackled by those silks and could not move.

Just now, he still had a body to resist the burning of the spiritual fire, but now, after losing his body, he directly exposed his soul body to the spiritual fire. That kind of pain is several times stronger than before.

"My Lord..."

At this moment, the King of Hell, who was dealing with Du Ming and Huang Jing, heard Wei Han's shouting, his eyes could not help but condense, and his whole body's momentum suddenly burst out, forcing Du Ming and the other two to retreat several meters away. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he tapped his toes lightly and disappeared instantly. When he appeared again, he was already next to Wei Han. With a flick of his sleeves, the spiritual fire on Wei Han's body disappeared without a trace, and the silk was destroyed together.

Seeing the King of Hell take action personally, Xiao Yan's pupils shrank slightly, knowing that it was impossible to kill Wei Han.

"Hmph, it's useless. You go first!" The King of Hell said angrily, "I'll deal with these people."

"Yes, my Lord." As soon as the voice fell, Wei Han said no more and immediately rushed out of the city.

"Du Ming, Huang Jing." Looking at Du Ming and Huang Jing who were chasing after him, the King of Hell stood with his hands behind his back and said word by word: "I will give you one last chance. It's not too late to turn back now."

"Stop talking nonsense. Either you die or I die tonight." Du Ming shouted.

"Okay, in that case, I will fulfill your wish." The King of Hell nodded, his robe dancing in the wind, slowly rising into the air, looking down at everyone from a high position, like an emperor descending, looking down on the world. Feeling the rapidly rising momentum of each other, Du Ming and Huang Jing looked at each other and nodded, as if they had made a decision.

Immediately, the two of them soared into the sky, level with the King of Hell in the air, and their eyes met.

"Tianming Sword Soul!"

"Blood condenses into a sword!"

With two loud shouts, two strong blood lights burst out from the bodies of the two people, filling the night sky. Behind Du Ming, a blood soul with a similar shape slowly took shape in the blood light, and also held a blood knife in his hand. Compared with the Tianming Sword Soul condensed before, this Tianming Sword Soul is larger in shape and exudes a stronger violent aura.

On the other side, a blood sword more than two meters long appeared in front of Huang Jing. Blood condensation into a sword is naturally condensed from blood essence. Although it has some damage to itself, its power is equally huge. At this moment, the two of them successively showed their strongest means, representing the last fight. Whether they succeed or fail, they have already tried their best.

On the other hand, when Du Ming and the others were gathering their strength, a brilliant green light emerged from the body of the King of Hell. The green light surrounded his body and slowly rotated, like a ferocious dragon and snake, dancing wantonly in the air.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"