Rong Bingqiang's face suddenly turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Although he was counterattacked by the true energy, his movements did not change. With a burst of energy, he forcefully broke away from the black hole and flew down on the stone platform. He
He took a deep breath, then raised his head and looked at Shui Hantian below the blood hole, with cold light flashing in his eyes and murderous intent surging.
At this time, Shui Hantian slowly opened his eyes, his body trembled slightly, and then returned to normal. However, everyone could see the pale look on his face that could not be concealed. When he lost his true energy, the sky was filled with
The blood hole immediately condensed and returned to the original shape of the sword. Then, he spun around and slowly landed on the stone platform. The sword pointed at the ground obliquely, with a cold and domineering aura.
At this time, Leng Xuan suddenly heard Tang Yunlong say in a deep voice: "That kid is going to die." Leng Xuan was startled, and then asked: "Senior, what's wrong?" Tang Yunlong raised his head and said: "You
Look at the hand holding the sword." Leng Xuan heard this and immediately cast his gaze over. He saw blood pouring from Shui Hantian's hand, and it fell on the sword along his fingertips. And the sword was absorbing the blood.
Then, a red light suddenly burst out, dazzling like the rising sun. Originally, there was a jasper-colored light attached to the sword, but at this moment, that light was completely covered by the blood light. He couldn't help but ask
Said: "Senior, what's going on?"
Without waiting for Tang Yunlong to speak, Taoist Po replied: "That is the art of sacrificing blood to the sword. Some swords are so powerful that their power cannot be activated without reaching a certain level of cultivation. However, if the sword is sacrificed with blood, it will
The power of the sword can be forced out by using blood as a guide. However, this method must always feed the sword with your own blood, otherwise, the sword will return to its original state. The boy forced to use the technique of sacrificing the sword with blood. If he
If he doesn't end the battle, even if he wins, he will bleed to death." Leng Xuan heard this, and his heart sank. He didn't expect that Shui Hantian would pay such a high price for this battle. At this moment, not far away
On the stone platform, Rong Bingqiang held the sword tightly with both hands and slowly raised it above his head. The tip of the sword pointed directly at the sky. The powerful momentum suddenly burst out with cold murderous intent and poured out to the surroundings. It was very powerful. The cultivation level was weak.
The onlookers suddenly felt depressed and even had difficulty breathing.
At the same time, two strands of cyan light burst out from Rong Bingqiang's body and instantly condensed on the sword in his hand. The two strands of cyan light were intertwined with each other, wrapped around the sword, and slowly rotated upward.
In an instant, a giant sword condensed with dazzling blue light appeared in everyone's eyes. The power contained in it was actually full of destruction, which was very shocking. Some cultivators who were closer to the stone platform
, couldn't help but retreat one after another, for fear of being affected later. Facing Rong Bingqiang's soaring sword light, there was no trace of fear on Shui Hantian's face. He only saw him flip his wrist, and the sharp sword edge came from
He scratched his hand. Immediately, he saw bright red blood gushing out from the wound, flowing slowly along the back of his hand and onto the body of the sword. Everyone watching was surprised by his self-mutilation behavior. And
Shui Hongyu looked at his son's actions and murmured with a pale face: "It's over."