Mecha Star Wars.

Chapter 1256: Battle of Yuanying
In the blood-colored vortex, the bronze banner unfolded with a loud bang, and thousands of resentful souls screamed and turned into a blood wave that covered the sky.

After Lin Fan broke through the blood net and was about to stab the old man, the distance that was originally close suddenly became farther.

A huge battlefield suddenly appeared between the two of them, and the whistling black fog pulled the dense blood towards the people in the battlefield.

Ao Hen tapped the ground with one foot, flew into the air, and swung his Duan Xiao sword upwards with the force of thunder.

The sword light was like a blue-purple light dragon, churning and stirring in the sea of ​​blood, crushing the oncoming black fog and blood waves into powder.

However, those scattered black shadows and blood mist actually re-condensed in mid-air into a larger, hideous ghost face, with smelly black blood spurting out from between its fangs, corroding the ground into deep pits that made sizzling sounds.

The old man stood outside the battlefield, watching Lin Fan and the other two being surrounded by black and red again, and snorted coldly: "You dare to compete for glory with the power of a mayfly!"

The ghost face opened its huge mouth and swooped down. Its mouth opened so wide that the entire face could not be seen in an instant. It wanted to swallow Lin Fan and the other man in one gulp.

The darkness in the giant mouth reminded Lin Fan of the scene in the consciousness realm of Tiandu Star where he was swallowed by the tree man.

The two swords in his hands glowed with a sharp white light, and the sword energy was as fast as the stars. He stood firmly in front of the ghost face and swung the two swords across.

The X-shaped sword energy cut the huge ghost face into four pieces and sank into the rock wall behind. The entire cave space shook unsteadily for a moment.

The old man withdrew his gaze from the deep marks on the stone wall and stomped his foot hard.

The black mist surged towards the broken ghost face, and instantly became much larger. However, the edge that was cut off by Lin Fan in the middle seemed to be sealed by something. It was so smooth that nothing could get on it, let alone close.

The broken ghost face became a useless move because it could not be put back together.

Aohen took the opportunity to swing the Broken Sky Sword again, releasing several lightning bolts towards the ghost face. Seeing the condensed black mist dissipate, he laughed loudly: "Yuanying old ghost, is this all you can do? These wronged souls you raised are not even enough for us to practice with!"

The old man's face darkened, and he wiped the bronze banner with his skinny fingers. Thick blood plasma suddenly seeped out of the banner, and it turned into a giant python, which opened its bloody mouth and wrapped around Ao Hen.

Lin Fan turned around and swung his sword. The sword light hit the python and sparks flew. The blood plasma had the toughness of metal.

"What a trifle!" Ao shouted fiercely, and the demonic energy around him surged. The Broken Sky Sword suddenly burst out with a lightning bolt several dozen meters long, attacking the bronze banner.

The old man laughed sinisterly, and the bronze banner swelled in the wind, with dense runes appearing on the surface of the banner.

The wronged souls that were scattered and unable to gather in the air received the order again and rushed forward to surround Aohen, roaring in unison and forming a sonic impact.

Ao Hen let out a muffled groan, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, but golden light burst out of his eyes. He did not retreat but advanced instead, and slashed the flagpole with the tip of his sword.

"Zheng——" the sound of metal hitting stone made everyone's eardrums hurt.

The surface of the bronze banner was cracked by the fierce sword and spread instantly. It was about to break, but was repaired in an instant by the gushing blood.

A fierce look flashed in the old man's eyes. With a wave of his hand, the blood in the entire space surged wildly and all flowed back to the bronze banner.

Lin Fan looked back following the fleeing blood snake and saw that the dense blood net above the bronze banner had re-condensed into a huge blood-colored palm, which slapped down fiercely towards Ao who was half-kneeling on the ground.

Lin Fan clashed with his sword and raised his spear high, silver light shot up into the sky and collided with the bloody palm with a loud bang.

Her nightgown fluttered in the air, her face scarf had long disappeared, and the ground beneath her feet was cracked.

Ao Hen raised his head and saw Lin Fan's slender figure standing in front of him. He held his bloody palm firmly with a long spear, preventing it from falling even a little.

The boiling blood suddenly calmed down a lot. He took the opportunity to flash forward from behind Lin Fan, and the Broken Sky Sword drew a strange arc, heading straight for the old man's dantian.

The old man was not in a hurry. He held the bronze banner across his body. Suddenly, countless chains emerged from the banner and wrapped around Ao Hen's arms.

The chain had a corrosive effect and quickly penetrated into the victim's flesh.

"Break it for me!" Ao's fierce demonic power burst out, his muscles became knotted, and he broke the chains with force.

But at this moment, the old man muttered something, and the bronze banner released thousands of blood threads, covering it like a spider web.

"Be careful!" Thousands of vines suddenly sprouted from the ground, swarming upwards and pushing open the blood threads. It was Ling Yichen coming.

However, his realm was not lower than the old man after all. After interfering for a moment, he was suppressed by the blood.

The blood threads that had regained their mobility changed direction and attacked Lin Fan who was still in a stalemate with the blood palm.

Ao Hen grinned evilly, with madness flashing in his eyes. He stabbed the Broken Sky Sword into the ground, leaving only the hilt exposed. He quickly formed seals with his hands, and the demonic energy around him turned into a red vortex.

"Demon Thunder!" As he roared, a bucket-thick lightning bolt struck down from the sky above the stone chamber, illuminating the old man's face and the bronze banner with blue, purple and red. The old man's face changed, and he hurriedly used all his strength to activate the bronze banner.

All the blood in the stone chamber returned and condensed into a thick blood cocoon in front of him, which collided with the demonic thunder and erupted with an earth-shaking roar.

After the strong light dissipated, a huge deep pit appeared on the ground. The old man's clothes were torn and there was blood on the corner of his mouth, but he still held the bronze banner, his eyes full of malice: "A few youngsters underestimated you. However, you all have to die today!"

Countless vines suddenly grew out from under the bronze banner, wrapping it tightly.

Lin Fan took the opportunity to get close to the old man's side, but the tip of the spear broke into pieces when it touched the old man's protective energy.

After all, the foundation of a Nascent Soul cultivator is profound. After the old man stabilized his body, the aura around him surged, and the palm wind he slapped out with his backhand carried the aura of death.

Lin Fan, who was the first to bear the brunt of the attack, blocked it with his spear, but unexpectedly his palm was cracked and he was blown away dozens of meters.

The old man sneered, and black mist seeped out of the bronze banner. Countless wronged souls once again poured out of the banner, and their shrill cries made everyone's eardrums hurt. Thousands of wronged souls rushed out.

The runes on Du Xingyu's Yunxiu Summoning had been consumed by the blood waves long before, and now he could only raise a hurricane, forming a wind curtain to block everyone in front of him.

Ling Yichen's vines were attacked by the bronze banner, sizzling and turning into green smoke. The wood spirit was suppressed, and the sword was in Aohen's hand, so he had no choice but to retreat to Du Xingyu's side.

"Let's fight!" Ao licked the blood at the corner of his mouth fiercely. The suppressed power in his body began to boil again, rushing out of his body madly and colliding with the black mist cast by the old man.

Lin Fan struggled to get up, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth onto the spear. Mysterious patterns suddenly appeared on the spear.

This is... Before she could react, a crisp "ringing" sound was heard on her wrist.

When he raised his wrist, he saw blood dripping down the bracelet and onto the soul-calming bell on it.

The small silver ring trembled, leaving an afterimage. The sound of the bell seemed to overwhelm everything else, becoming louder and louder. The runes on the spear also became brighter and brighter with the sound of the bell...

"...The small twisted wreath contains the soul-purifying spell of the supernatural department, and the small bell is the soul-calming bell..."

Lin Fan suddenly remembered the effect of this small circle that Quan Yingdong had introduced. The Soul Purifying Mantra...

When he looked up again, the black fog seemed to be really affected. It was like a headless fly, flying around everywhere, no longer under the old man's command.

Looking down at the unknown runes on the spear that echoed the ringing of the bell… Lin Fan lifted up the spear and flew into the air.

The shadows of guns were numerous, and after each violent collision with the black fog, a large area of ​​black fog would be reduced.

"Impossible!" The old man's eyes widened.

Ao Hen took the opportunity to go behind the old man and stabbed him in the back with a sword.

The old man reacted very quickly, dodging sideways and slapping Ao Hen with his backhand. Ao Hen was unable to dodge and flew backwards with blood spitting out of his mouth. He turned around again and stretched out his hand to attack Lin Fan.

Du Xingyu's eyes flashed with determination. He bit his tongue and sprayed his blood onto the surface of the Yunxiu Zhao Umbrella. The blood drew another set of patterns and began to flow.

The umbrella handle glowed green, and Du Xingyu poured all his spiritual power into it.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up, forming a huge tornado, which swept up the wronged souls and the bronze banner.

The old man reached out to grab the bronze banner. Ling Yichen seized the opportunity, condensed the remaining wood spiritual power into a towering tree, and pressed down on the old man.

The old man roared, and forcibly broke through the double suppression of the giant tree and the tornado, shattering the ancient tree, but saw that the tip of Lin Fan's gun was already against his dantian.

"No..." Before he could finish his words, his dantian was pierced.

The Qi Sea was pierced, the Nascent Soul was damaged, and the old man's breath quickly weakened.

Ao Hen laughed wildly and said, "Prepare to die, old man!"

He stabbed the Broken Sky Sword into the old man's dantian, and with his other hand he drew his sword and cut his neck.

The struggling Yuanying was directly turned into dust in the lightning. The clamoring resentful souls and blood disappeared without command, and some fell to the ground.

The old man covered his neck in disbelief, making a "cough cough" sound, and fell to the ground without breathing.

The four men were covered in blood. They looked at the old man's fallen body and collapsed to the ground with a sense of relief. The battlefield was so silent that only each other's heavy breathing could be heard.