Chapter 115 Blood Lotus Eight Brakes

Receiving Qi Wei's affirmation, Xue Rong suddenly turned his head and looked at Xuan Mo coldly, and then waved to the eight people in blood behind him, "Seven you, go and capture the four of them for me!"

After the eight blood-clothed people received the order of blood melting, the labyrinth immediately released. Suddenly, the colorful labyrinths were released again. When Xuan Mo saw the level of the eight people's labyrinth, he couldn't help sinking again, because the average level of these eight people reached more than 50, and three of them still reached At the 58th level, you should know that each upgrade of the 40th level is a leap in strength, and in the face of these eight fighters who are above 55 levels on average, no one knows how Xuanmo should fight. It can be said that these eight fighters above 50 are by no means weaker than those more than 30 fighters above 40.

The next moment the bloody man was released in the cave, they rushed to Xuanmo, and a bloody machete quickly appeared in each of their hands.

At this time, Xuanmo only recovered 70% of his magic power. Coupled with physical weakness and various injuries on his body, it was almost certain that Xuanmo could not escape his fate. However, how could Xuan Mo easily admit defeat and be captured? He held the ice soul sword tightly in his hand, and there was no expression on his face. He said coldly to the three women behind him, "You hide behind me. Be careful!"

The three women nodded solemnly. The last time they were lucky that they were not hurt, but this time they were not so lucky. In the face of the blood lotus family who wanted to capture them, as well as the eight blood fighters with unusual atmosphere in front of them, they knew that it was of course not easy to escape. The three women took a deep breath and began to prepare for another fierce battle.

At this time, Xuanmo's ghost crying soul woke up again, and the dark moon came quickly. Kaijia, the god of shadow, instantly attached to Xuanmo's back, and the ghost and shadow unfolded strangely.

In an instant, eight people in blood rushed to Xuanmo's side with blood moon machetes, and the battle began again in an instant.

Qi Wei looked at Xuanmo attentively on the stage and said to himself, "Xuanmo, from this moment on, I believe you, come on!" The blood on the other side showed a contemptuous smile, "Huh! With the strength of the four of you, do you also want to escape from my blood lotus eight brakes? That's ridiculous!" Yes, these eight blood fighters are one of the secret weapons trained by the Blood Lotus clan - the Blood Lotus Eight Brakes. The Blood Lotus Eight Brakes is a killer organization composed of eight fighters. Due to special training, they are extremely skilled in combat cooperation. Moreover, its magical attributes are composed of eight different magics, namely, wind, fire, water, earth, light, shadow and poison, which makes them more advantageous in battle. When they have to perform some special tasks, Xue Rong will send this blood lotus eight brakes, so of course it is the same this time.

Looking at the battle in the yard, it was exactly the same as Xue Rong said. In less than a minute, Xuanmo and the three women had obviously begun to fall behind. During this period, several skills released by Xuanmo were so easily broken by the eight brakes of the blood lotus, and due to the fast fighting method of the eight brakes of the blood lotus, Xuanmo did not have much time to condense the skills of ghost crying, so that Xuanmo has left two deep blood marks behind, and the three women have also suffered to varying degrees. After the injury, Ziyan's left shoulder was cut, Ziling's back was hit by the wind, and Zinan's hands were bleeding. And this period only lasted more than a minute.

Xuan Mo felt the fighting methods and skills of the eight blood-clad fighters, and couldn't help but secretly marvel that the eight blood-clad fighters seemed to use a way of fighting in turn. In fact, it was very simple, that is, launching attacks on Xuanmo one after another to keep their battle. The physical strength and magic consumed, and because each person's magic attributes are different, its attack method is also very changeable, which makes Xuanmo feel a little overwhelmed. However, what surprised Xuan Mo most was the tacit understanding between the eight blood-clothed fighters, as if there was telepathy. Every action of their attack and defense was so perfectly connected. There was defense in attack, defense in defense, and defense was unprepared, which was completely obtained through special training.

Looking at the eight blood-dressed people fighting so tacitly, Qi Wei couldn't help frowning and then looked at the blood melting next to him. "This old man actually brought up one of the secret weapons in the family. It seems that he is really determined to capture them."

Then he turned to look at Xuan Mo in the tragedy and sighed, "Is this the fate you can't escape? If that's really the case, it's a pity. Is such a genius going to fall like this?

"Ah!" At this moment, Ziling spit out a mouthful of blood and was immediately hit by a 50-level skill behind his back. Then he quickly flew back out.

Seeing the situation, Xuan Mo's heart trembled and quickly shouted, "Ziling!" However, at the moment when Xuan Mo was stunned, a bloody moon-cutting knife with the explosive power of a fire attribute had been cut on Xuanmo's back. He endured the severe pain from his back and quickly chased the direction of Ziling flying backwards at a strange pace.

"The whirlwind of the blood moon!" Just as Xuanmo was about to chase Ziling, a bloody fighter behind him shouted.

Xuanmo didn't think much, and he didn't have time to think too much. He jumped hard and quickly rushed forward and held Ziling firmly in his arms.

And behind him, a small tornado gathered by blood-colored wind blades is about to cut on them. There was no way. The Dark Moon Guardian released it with all his strength. The ice soul sword was immediately horizontal in his chest, and Zi Ling was firmly held in his arms.

"Dang! Dang! "Sang!" After a few harsh blows, Xuanmo and the purple spirit in his arms flew backwards. Then, I only heard "Bum! Bang!" With two sounds, they fell heavily on the ground. Xuanmo couldn't help spit out another mouthful of blood and gently looked at the purple spirit in his arms. After confirming that he was sound, he showed a heartfelt smile. Fortunately, the enemy released only a 40-level skill, coupled with the obstruction of the ice sword, which did not endanger his life.

At this time, Xuan Mo, who was bombarded by the impact of the blood moon whirlwind, actually felt that there was a magic in his body that was churning, as if it had been ignited. After careful consideration, it was confirmed that the five-level crystal nucleus he swallowed began to explode due to the impact of the outside world.