The sound of friction between the sword and the special green flute immediately sounded. There was a back and forth exchange of blows, and the battle between the two sides was fierce.
Xuanyuan Qilin's fine eyes were always shining with a cold light, filled with murderous intent.
The veins on his forehead were exposed, as if he wanted to tear Feng Qingran into pieces.
Feng Qingran's face was as cold as the wind, and he was not afraid to underestimate the enemy. This was his first time fighting against King Ling.
It turns out that his martial arts skills are hidden deep inside, and the invisible pressure makes him unable to avoid them.
He was holding a sword tailor-made for him by the Sword Forging Villa. He swung the sword forward and stabbed forward fiercely. The sword energy was like a rainbow, and the power was as sharp as a broken bamboo. It was unstoppable.
Feng Qingran took a breath and quickly took a step back. A strand of hair was cut off in an instant and scattered in the air.
Xuanyuan Aolin took advantage of the victory to pursue, not giving Feng Qingran a chance to breathe. He used the sword in his hand flexibly.
Rang Feng Qingran retreated steadily, and in an instant, there was a sound of the fabric being cut, and a large gash was cut open on his arm.
Feng Qingran's expression was stern. The moves made by King Ling were so cruel that he could not deal with them calmly.
He must have hated him to the core and wanted to kill him.
He promised his master that he would only use this invisible magic sword unless it was a matter of life and death.
He can't die here, A Li is still waiting for him to go back.
Suddenly, he pulled out a dagger-length sword hilt from his waist, and dropped the blood flowing from his arm into the hilt.
The master told him that in order to revive this magic sword, he must drink the blood of its master.
I saw a looming transparent sword body appearing on the bladeless hilt, and the sword pattern rippled.
The blood flows along with the veins on the edge of the sword, making the whole sword like a bloody beam of light, piercing the sky...
A bright light flashed in Wuying's eyes, this is the legendary Red Blood Sword?!
How could it be in the hands of junior brother?
Under the violent storm, big raindrops fell on the two of them, and the surroundings became dark and gloomy.
The only thing that was shocking was the blood-red sword.