Zhang Ming, with white hair like frost, holding a sword, stood beside Ye Shaohan, filled with cold murderous intent.
Zhang Ming is always like this. He doesn't say much, but his sword says everything. He is tens of thousands of miles away, and he comes just because it involves Ye Shaohan.
The Ao Shi Sword vibrated slightly, and sword chants resounded loudly. Fatty Xiao also stood beside Ye Shaohan without saying a word.
"Those two blood dragons, help me stop them!" Ye Shaohan's voice was slightly hoarse, and his eyes were still extremely blood-red.
Hearing this, Zhang Ming and Xiao Fatty came out with their swords, and without fear of the terrifying martial arts will, they shot directly at the two blood dragons.
Two long rainbows crossed the sea of blood and shot directly at the two hundred-foot-long blood dragons. Seeing this, the smile on the corners of the Holy Son's lips grew thicker: "The more people there are, the more interesting this game will be!"
"But there is nothing you can do to me if there are two more people for five generations!" Shengzi hugged Xiao Luoxue's waist and felt the slender waist. Shengzi sneered.
The will of martial arts suppressed Zhang Ming like a mountain. Zhang Ming's eyes were empty and his figure still fell forward. The blood splashed by him turned into blooming lilacs with every step he took.
Zhang Ming's sword was mourning, and a kind of mournful wave filled the air. This mournful cry made people inexplicably sad.
Those who love only have no self! His white hair is flying, Zhang Ming's eyes are still so empty, his martial arts will suppresses his body, but he cannot suppress his will, because he has no heart.
Facing the roaring hundred-foot-long blood dragon in front of him, Zhang Ming stepped out with his sword, raised the sword, and drew the sword. There was no sword light, but it contained the ultimate in love!
This inexplicable scream made a scream sound in the void, and even the sword screamed. This scream infected the three bloody bodies. Although they lost their souls, the heartbreaking sadness flowed through every part of the body.
One place.
This terrifying martial arts will also rippled, sheathing the sword and drawing out the sword again. Zhang Ming was like this, he kept putting away the sword and drawing out the sword. This action has become the instinct of his body.
But even this light sword blocked the pace of the hundred-foot blood dragon. Compared with the hundred-foot blood dragon, Zhang Ming's figure looked so thin.
A figure, flying white hair, and a sword are enough! The blood dragon's screams also sounded loudly. Seeing this scene, the smile at the corner of the Holy Son's mouth froze in vain, and there was a trace of disbelief in his eyes: "How is this?
possible!"
"He is only a Level 3 Spirit Master, but he has shaken the will of martial arts with his extreme artistic conception! His only emotion is the ultimate!" The Holy Son's hand holding Xiao Luoxue froze in vain, and at this moment, an equally terrifying aura came over him.
Rising from the sea of blood.
"Kill!" His earth-shattering roar sounded like rolling thunder in the sea of blood. For a moment, the sea of blood around him rolled and he was forced to retreat dozens of miles away.
A figure holding a sword came through the turbulent flow of the broken space. Holding the Proud World Sword, Fatty Xiao looked at the hundred-foot giant dragon in front of him coldly, as if he could see through the hundred-foot giant dragon at a glance, "It's just a remnant."
It's just the martial arts will! If a warrior loses his soul, then his martial arts will is no longer the martial arts will!" Fatty Xiao's long hair was flying, and the terrifying sword intent burst out from him. This is the third generation of martial arts will.
The sword intention, however, has now evolved into the sword intention of Fatty Xiao.
If you don't scream, you will be proud of the world for nine days! This is Fatty Xiao's sword intention. Endless sword energy is taking shape at his feet. At this moment, Fatty Xiao's aura surges crazily, and the surrounding void involuntarily shatters.
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Fatty Xiao's eyes fell on the blood dragon. The hundred-foot-long blood dragon in front of him trembled in vain, as if he couldn't bear Fatty Xiao's gaze.
Bang bang! The Holy Son took a step back, looked at the figure standing in the sea of blood with a very solemn expression, and whispered: "How is this possible, the third generation of sword intent!"
There seemed to be pressure from ancient times in that gaze, the pressure of the three generations of moon gods! Holding the sword, Fatty Xiao stepped forward, pointing his left hand together as a sword, and lightly touched the Proud World Sword, and a sword chant resounded.
And rise.
At the same time, Fatty Xiao's mouth also issued a long-lasting sword chant, which was like the sound of heaven and earth hovering in the nine heavens.
In the endless void, a huge sword roar suddenly sounded. The sword roar shattered the void, and at the same time, endless sword energy emerged.
The sea of blood also shook violently, and the endless sword energy quickly condensed in it, condensing countless sword shadows, and each sword shadow drew a mysterious trajectory.
The extremely domineering sword intent shot straight into the sky, and the sword shadows gathered at Fatty Xiao's feet. A huge sword shadow emerged, and Fatty Xiao's body fell on it.
In the void, the shadow of the sword was flying like a turbulent flow. The terrifying sword intention actually shook away the blood in the space. Within a radius of hundreds of miles, there was no trace of blood. At this moment, Fatty Xiao finally drew his sword, "Hundred Steps"
dominate!"
An extension of the famous sword skill of the Three Generations, the Hundred-Step Flying Sword! The magical power of the Hundred-Step Master! The World-Proud Sword took off his hand and spun quickly. The World-Proud Sword stirred up invisible space ripples, tearing the sky apart, carrying with it the densely packed swords in the void.
The shadow fell on the blood dragon.
Like thousands of arrows piercing the heart, countless sword shadows merged into the blood dragon's body. At the same time, Fatty Xiao held the Ao Shi Sword and slashed it down from top to bottom with one powerful sword.
A dull sound sounded, followed by a mournful low roar. The blood dragon seemed to be broken at any time. The surrounding void shattered, and the broken void shattered again, forming a continuous space ripple, which fell
On the blood dragon.
With this fat figure around, the blood dragon couldn't cross even half a step.
Although the soul of the Holy Son has been separated from the six-path body, the changes in the six-path body are still under his control at all times.
Six piercing pains spread deep in the soul of the Holy Son. At this moment, the Holy Son finally realized the horror of the two people in front of him.
One kind of sentimentality, one kind of domineering! Two extreme sword intentions. There was no smile on the face of the Holy Son anymore, and the sword eyebrows were wrinkled for the first time.
However, at the moment when the Holy Son frowned, countless shrill sword chants rang out in vain in the sea of blood, and at the same time, a cold shout as if from hell resounded: "Kill!"
As soon as the word kill came out! The sky and the earth changed color, and countless wailing sounds resounded. Almost at the same time, warriors within tens of thousands of miles suddenly woke up from their training, looking at the sword energy in their hands in horror, and traces of killing were happening.
Floating out, and finally dissipated into the void.
On Fengzong Island, all the sect disciples and the sect master stood up and looked solemnly in the direction of Wangqing Island. They felt a shocking killing intent.
This murderous intent broke through the illusory rules of the Holy Son and flowed out. At the same time, the sect leaders were horrified to find that a shocking murderous intent emerged from the swords in their hands, and finally transformed into a wisp of murderous intent and dissipated in the void.
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Although they were confused, no one dared to step forward, because they knew that a fight was taking place there, between the Holy Son and the Sword God Sect Master!
On the contrary, the Moon God Prince took a step forward, looked at Feng Zong Island behind him, and said calmly: "Those three guys are not going to take action?"
At this moment, the proud son of the God of War appeared outside Fengzong Island in vain, and his eyes that had been closed were rarely opened, looking in the direction of Wangqing Island.
"You do care about those five generations?" The prince said calmly, looking at the figure a few feet away.
Hearing this, the prince did not answer and still stood there. In response, the prince shook his head slightly and said, "You are also an invisible chess piece!"
Ding! A sword chant resounded, and the sword in the hand of the proud man was also filled with murderous intent. The murderous intention turned into sword energy and dissipated in the void. Looking at this scene, both the prince and the proud prince showed contemplation in their eyes.
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Each sword was stained with blood and had killed people, and the murderous intention was precipitated in it. Ye Shaohan's shout seemed to alert the murderous intention of every sword within tens of thousands of miles. These killing intentions condensed strangely in the sky above Ye Shaohan.
It came out and blended into the center of Ye Shaohan's eyebrows.
With blood-red eyes, Ye Shaohan did not hide the murderous intent in his eyes, and the surrounding void immediately became filled with a thick chill.
At this moment, snowflakes were floating silently around Ye Shaohan.
The sea of blood rolled, and its thin snowflakes floated out in vain in the void.
The snowflakes and the sea of blood formed a sharp contrast, and a figure walked out of the wind and snow on the sea of blood.
Endless killing energy filled the air around him. Raising his head, Ye Shaohan looked at the void, and the floating snowflakes turned into scarlet.
The Holy Son raised his head and suddenly looked at the bloody shadow. His heart was suddenly shocked. The boundless killing made him feel palpitated.
At this moment, the Holy Son also realized that something had changed in Ye Shaohan, especially his blood-red eyes, which had no emotion, and his numb expression revealed a terrifying murderous intention.
"All the murderous aura within ten thousand miles has gathered!" The Holy Son's eyes suddenly shrank. Under his gaze, the sea of blood below was also filled with endless murderous aura.
"If this continues, my blood sea magical power will definitely be torn to pieces by this endless murderous aura!"
"In charge of killing, Fifth Generation, is this your last trump card?" The Holy Son whispered, and the sword pointed down. The black mist surged and merged into the sea of blood below, setting off a monstrous blood flame.
The Moon God's mark was filled with a faint silver light. Ye Shaohan took a step forward, his eyes fell on the Holy Son from afar, and he shouted coldly: "Kill!"
Immediately afterwards, an aura that was even more powerful than before came out from Ye Shaohan's body, and murderous intent spread quickly. In an instant, everything within a radius of several hundred feet was enveloped by Ye Shaohan's murderous intent.
Bang bang! The Holy Son was slightly shaken, and he realized that this game was gradually getting out of his control.
Ye Shaohan took this step forward. At this moment, in the shocked eyes of the Holy Son, the six martial arts wills that locked Ye Shaohan seemed to tremble, and finally dissipated.