The sky is dripping blood!
As soon as the extremely strong blood color appeared, it filled the cave, void, and even the perspectives of all the outside viewers in an extremely arrogant manner.
For a moment, not to mention Zhong Lilie, the old demon cholera, etc., even the three-foot Taoist who was urging his sword to kill people eight thousand miles away, Zhao Xuantai and Heihu in the clouds were stunned for a moment.
I just felt that the blood boiled for a moment, as if it was melting and decomposing!
Boom!
When the time difference was almost broken, the Sanchi Taoist suddenly woke up. Eight thousand miles away, he whistled a long time, urging his sword technique.
Eight thousand miles away, in the cave, thousands of blades were ringing, and the fire was surging, and all colors appeared, trying to suppress the blood light!
"cut!"
The sword sounded and shook the cave. At the end of the first round of jet lag, the appearance of the flying sword was truly revealed.
Three feet long, clear and transparent, and revealing its sharpness.
But before the sound wave fell, the flying sword had already trembled slightly and turned into millions of sword threads that were so thin that they could hardly be seen by the naked eye!
Like countless chains, they penetrated the last fire and slashed towards the red-clothed swordsman sitting cross-legged on the sea of ​​magma and fire!
The practice of more than a thousand years has made the three-foot Taoist keenly realize that something is wrong even if it is eight thousand miles apart.
One sword turned into ten thousand swords, but the idea of ​​capturing and killing was extinguished. Instead, he wanted to cut off his body and capture his soul and return.
With this sword slashed, the incarnation of the Sanqi Taoist was a little dimmed, and all the magic power was released.
The incarnation cannot be compared with the original deity, but his sword is so urging him to such an extent that he is the Eight Extreme Lord. He will be cut off his body even if he is not bad for a while.
Not to mention such a junior who has just made it to the Ten Capital Golden List with his support?
However, in the next moment, his eyes seemed to be frozen. Eight thousand miles apart, his eyes couldn't help but feel a little tingling.
Buzz ~
In the cave, it suddenly became quiet.
"The Heavenly Sword is three feet tall, half a piece of eight poles, three feet Taoist..."
In the blazing flames, Yang Yu, who had been sitting quietly for a day and night, raised his eyebrows. His eyes were as clear as a mirror, reflecting everything that happened inside and outside the cave, before and after.
Even, I saw the three-foot Taoist who was whistling and pinching the skills eight thousand miles away.
"There are eight poles, but it is not within reach of nine bright..."
Yang Yu murmured to himself, stretched out his hand, and pulled out the re-toughed two-edged knife from the rolling flames.
At this moment, a hint of astonishment flashed in his eyes, whether it was Zhong Lilie, the old cholera demon and others.
He actually made a knife?!
But before this thought flashed, I couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. It was a magic knife that was red like blood and breathing rhythmically like life.
The moment Yang Yu held the knife, he could sense the blood all over his body, and quickly disappeared and was swallowed by the two-edged swords.
But he seemed to have not realized it, or he had no time to hesitate, only...
Holding the knife,
Then, cut out!
Buzz!
This knife seemed extremely casual, and the sword light was even just a light ray of blood.
But it seems that less than a thousandth of a moment, the blood light has filled the cave, the void, and even the world that can be seen by the naked eye!
Rumble!
After a moment of stagnation, it was a shocking explosion.
The caves formed by fragments of the cave sky were shaken violently at this moment, and rolling smoke and dust wrapped around many magical instruments, materials, and even magma and sea of ​​fire inside it squirted out.
It was like a gray and red dragon, soaring straight into the sky.
Among them, such a huge sound wave cannot be concealed by the muffled groan of the Sanchi Taoist with his sword!
Zheng!
The blood-colored sword light rose with the shocking sound of the sword, and was vast, like a blue dragon in the abyss, roaring from the earth to the sky.
However, the sound of the knife was shocking, but it gave people a silent feeling, which was extremely magical.
In the eyes of the bystanders, the blood light passed by, the cave, the void, and the earth all lost its color.
Even the sea of ​​sword energy that the three-foot Taoist slashed out from eight thousand miles apart was silently swallowed by the sword light.
No!
Not to swallow!
Zhongli took a fierce step back, his pupils contracted violently. He practiced eye-like magical powers and had excellent eyesight.
He clearly saw that wherever the sword light came, both the sword energy and the plants and trees, it melted quickly like snowflakes exposed to the scorching sun!
It was decomposed into fine particles that could not be seen with his eyes!
This is……
"The Blood-Changing Divine Sword!"
A tiger roar came from the clouds and mist, and the black tiger's forelimbs stood up, as if it was shocked:
"There is still a heritage in this world?"
"The Blood-Changing Divine Sword..."
Heihu was shocked, but Zhao Xuantai's expression was a little subtle, as if he was recalling and sighing:
“It’s a familiar taste…”
Each man and a tiger had different expressions, and outside the cave, in the deserted forest, the red color of the sky was shrouded, and the sea of ​​sword light that penetrated completely disappeared.
"You are actually practicing the magical weapons!"
The clanging sword sounded into human words, and the three-foot Taoist, eight thousand miles away, groaned. In a trance, he felt like a god sitting in the sky, slashing a sword.
The speed was not fast, and the momentum was not strong. It was natural, but it seemed to be everywhere, like a shadow following him, making him feel cold.
‘This knife is not like an ordinary killing spiritual treasure…’
Bang!
A thought flashed through an instant, and the Sanchi Taoist had already pinched the sword technique again:
"cut!!"
Buzz ~
Outside the cave, Yang Yu's sword was in front of him, and a flying sword that was transparent like glass was restrained. He shrank thousands of sword threads and came straight to his eyebrows. He was stopped by him.
Strong and firm ~
The sound of swords and swords sounded, and the two colors of light were even more violently colliding and friction with the center of Yang Yu.
Half of the eight poles also has the power of the eight poles.
Even though they are eight thousand miles apart, they are definitely not comparable to ordinary Jiu Yao. Even though Yang Yu's sword blocked this desperate move, the sharp sword light still penetrated into his body.
It was like thousands of flying needles pricking, trying to destroy his body.
But his body is only one line away from the Canglong at the top of the Nine-Bright Sword. It is impossible to destroy such a scattered sword energy.
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The red light made a great work, Yang Yuyi's hair was raised and he moved forward with a knife. Whenever he went further, the flying sword was pushed back by him.
In this way, the red light like blood has filled this forest, almost dyeing the dark clouds pressed down on the rumblings into blood-red colors.
"Junior!"
The flying sword was suddenly interrupted with a sharp sound. After the sword's momentum dropped several times, before the flying sword could move forward and retreat, Yang Yu suddenly stretched out his other hand and grabbed the violently shaking flying sword:
"How ridiculous it is to pretend to be a must-kill, but in fact he dare not show his face?"
Rumble!
Eight thousand miles away, dark clouds were covered with dark clouds, and the incarnation of the Three-foot Taoist was even more dim. His eyebrows and eyes were filled with evil spirits and his murderous intentions were aroused!
"Dare to take my flying sword?!"
The Taoist Sanchi sneered, and was about to urge the sword technique to urge him to start the sword technique, and suddenly a calm and long Buddhist chant came:
"Amitabha! Good, good..."
"Um?!"
The Buddha's name is neither high nor low, nor any magical powers. However, when it exploded, the three-foot Taoist's eyelids couldn't help but jump.
This sound is only a hundred feet apart from him!
boom!
Without any hesitation, the sword technique that the Sanchi Taoist had pinched out half dissipated, and his body was like smoke, and then disappeared in this forest.
He retreated very quickly, but the surprise attack he expected did not come, so he couldn't help but look back in surprise.
I saw a middle-aged monk wearing monk's robes crawling out of the mountains and forests, and standing at the front, a middle-aged monk who was two feet tall and as tall as a mountain, covered with a faint golden color!
"Monkey Kuiyin!"
The moment I saw this old monk, the Sanchi Taoist completely disappeared into the void here. Even if the flying sword was taken down, I would not care about it for the time being.
Although Monk Kuiyin is not as amazing as his senior brother Monk Long Yin, what he does is the Buddhist guardian god, the ultimate level, and the Vajra is powerful!
Not to mention that the magic power he incarnated at this moment dropped sharply, even if he was intact, he would definitely not be the opponent of this monk!
"Amitabha!"
The monk Kuiyin folded his hands together and watched the Taoist Sanchi leave, and the faint golden light lingering on his body dissipated:
"Cangjiang is a little decisive, but he is walking very quickly..."
"Master Kuiyin. Before leaving, Master said that this trip to Nanling is not allowed to fight with any practitioners..."
The young monk wearing a moon-white monk's robe and a crystal-clear face bowed slightly and said:
"The most important thing is to find the place where Buddha's birthday..."
"I haven't fought with anyone for eight hundred years. My character cultivation can be said to be the pinnacle. Senior brother is too worried!"
The two-year-old monk glared at his nephew:
"Eight thousand miles away, there seem to be a few young masters, including not only the Wanshitian Sect Zhongli Lie, but also the recently famous sword immortal Nanling. Isn't it worth a look?"
"The most important thing is to find the place where Buddha's birthday and guide me to return..."
The young monk's face remained unchanged.
“Born, boring!”
Monk Kuiyin waved his big hand and turned around with the monks. Before he took a few steps, he suddenly turned around and looked at the young monk standing still on the hill:
"Mi Xin, don't you leave?"
"The uncle said something. It's so lively that it's worth a look..."
Monk Mixin clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and in the anger of Monk Kuiyin behind him, it turned into a stream of light, disappearing without a trace:
"Disciple Uncle Dai went and took a look..."
...
...
"Um?!"
Outside the cave, Yang Yu, who was about to chase after the flying sword, couldn't help but frown. This was naturally not because his palm was cut by the flying sword.
But the decisiveness of this three-foot Taoist...
"I'll leave now?"
If you fail to hit the attack, you will cut off your aura and escape thousands of miles away. Even if the flying sword falls into your hands, you will not be at all. This decisive devotion to life is no less than Lu Chen...
Huh ~
With a light swing of his palm, the dripping blood had flowed backwards under Zhongli Lie's gaze. Yang Yu nodded and thanked.
He didn't seem to care about the retreat of the three cholera demons, and his mind was just on the red divine sword in his palm:
Chapter completed!