The surface of the shield instantly became pitted. Although it was not damaged, the fifty-seventh level of magic prohibition was immediately corroded and shattered, and the entire three levels of magic weapon were almost dropped to the level of mid-level magic weapon.
"Devil's Erosion Rain?"
Zhuang Wudao's expression was solemn. Millions of fire butterflies began to densely cover the blood shield. He then attracted the power of the Tianxuan star and combined it with the stone essence flames in the fire butterflies. Only then could he barely resist the raindrops and disperse the falling raindrops.
The erosion rain neutralized and petrified everything, turning into grains of sand sliding away from both sides.
"Go quickly"
Just when the heavy rain started, the Qingyun Sword had returned to Zhuang Wudao's hands, and the heat from the sword had spread to all corners of Zhuang Wudao's body.
As the sword moved forward, the Qingyun Sword slashed through the void, and the surrounding void was forced open like paper.
The sharp and unparalleled sword power of Li Si directly took Zhuang Wudao's figure and fled 130,000 miles away. All the laws of the void were crushed, crushed, or simply ignored before this sword power.
However, just when Zhuang Wudao's figure penetrated the void with the Qingyun Sword, several giant bloody hands suddenly stretched out from all around, breaking out of the world behind him, and then grabbed them from all directions.
come over.
Compared with Yun'er's Lisi sword, it is much stronger and faster. If the Qingyun sword relies on its unparalleled sharpness to forcefully split the void, then these pairs of big bloody hands can split all the void.
The law is completely ignored. The power is close to the Tao, and it is completely crushed.
Yun'er's face was stern. As soon as these big hands approached, the sword light immediately shot out. The remaining sword power of the Lisi Sword was instantly divided. As the six bright sword lights shined, several big blood-colored hands immediately shot out from the waist.
And break.
But in just a moment, these big hands returned to their original state again, and turned into dozens or hundreds of bloody vines, entwining and covering them. In this endless void, a huge blood web was woven, covering
All spaces where Zhuang Wudao could escape were blocked.
Zhuang Wudao felt a chill in his heart, his thoughts had sunk to the bottom, and Luo Qingyun's thoughts also experienced a rare violent fluctuation. Then after a cold snort, the sword light changed again, and there was another "Thinking" style.
——Once upon a time, it was difficult for the sea to be water, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. I looked back lazily at the flowers, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
The piercing sword light slashed directly behind him. Before the vines and blood network completely surrounded him, he broke all the vines behind him, and then split the void. With one sword and one person, he safely retreated into the fetal membrane of Tianyi World.
"You can't escape from this blood cocoon, which is at least three hundred years old. Does the sword master still remember the three drops of demon blood essence that the sword master gave as a blood sacrifice? Most of them belong to him and come from the same source."
The sword spirit's voice was colder than ever at this time: "Lisi Sword is no longer possible. This true demon master is probably good at the method of the twilight space, and his attainments are astonishing. Although this blood cocoon has not yet recovered its sanity, it is only
With its instinct, it can suppress the immeasurable void outside the world."
Zhuang Wudao said nothing, already regretting his support this time. This was not because Lisi Sword was too weak and could not do anything, but because he had never really mastered this sword style.
If the corresponding mystical powers are condensed, then those big hands, even if they really have the power of countless ways, the sword spirit can forcefully break through and escape.
"The only plan now is to fight to the death to break through. I don't have enough time. The sword master needs to be ready to summon the blood ape fighting spirit at any time."
After escaping from the infinite void, the two of them discovered that after all this effort, they had only moved three hundred miles.
At this time, Zhuang Wudao's body was surrounded by all kinds of monsters that looked like fire apes, huge in size, with gnarled muscles, and with giant lizard devil tails. The raindrops falling all over the sky, but not only did they not
Not hurting these weird creatures at all, but only adding fuel to their flames, soaring into the sky.
Almost every arm has a pair of sharp bone knives on the outside. They cut through the air at the same time, bringing up huge sword auras. Even before the shadow of these blades arrived, Li Chen outside Zhuang Wudao's body
The Immortal Clothes were torn into pieces. This Taoist robe, which he had repaired not long ago and had been re-refined to the forty-fifth level of Dharma Restriction, was already in pieces even before it came into direct contact with the sword!
"Sixth Level Sword Demon"
Zhuang Wudao's face was extremely ugly. Sword Demons are a special species in the Demon Prison. They were named Sword Demons because their arms were born with a pair of blades. They have strong sword skills and amazing combat power.
It is one of the twenty kinds of holy-level demons in the Demon Prison, comparable to the saint-level bloodline among the demon clan.
At this moment, these dozens of sword rays, without exception, have a power of more than 80 million elephants, infinitely close to one, and are clearly above the sixth level of strength. The flame array contained in the blade is even more powerful.
Ding Sheng, even among those sixth-level sword demons who truly come from the Demon Realm, is the pinnacle one, an existence that can rival or even surpass ordinary Hedao monks.
He finally understood in his heart why Mo Ling, with his fourth-level cultivation and ability to travel between the realms of life and death, fell into the state of being seriously injured and dying twice.
If there were only two or three, Zhuang Wudao could still manage to deal with them. But at this time, there were more than a hundred sword demons from all directions?
How come there are so many powerful beings in the Celestial Realm who can crush the Tianji Monument?
"It should be the will of the demon lord, who instinctively senses the threat of the sword master, and wants to kill you, the sword master, at all costs."
The sword spirit's voice was extremely calm, and his mind once again returned to the calm state of the ancient well. In the heavy rain, the sword acted like the force of the water. It rolled out like a turbulent river.
"Fortunately, it's not a real sixth-level sword demon. These things are just changes in his flesh and blood, driven by instinct and without intelligence."
Tears fill the breasts - one's real name is revealed in the world after one's apprenticeship, no one can compare to the others in a thousand years; one dies before his ambition is fulfilled, which makes old friends burst into tears!
The walls of swords, like wild waves, flooded the void, the laws of heaven, and dozens or hundreds of sword demons.
Wherever the sword light rushed through, the numerous sword shadows were shattered into pieces, and those violent and strange demon prison creatures were torn into pieces of flesh and blood by the monstrous sword shadow.
There seems to be a net in the void that is as fine as fish scales and inexplicably sharp. It opens up and cuts and sweeps everything in front of the net.
However, as the sword wave rolled forward, it became slower and slower. The Qingyun Sword became heavier and heavier in Zhuang Wudao's hands, and the sword's momentum was also blocked, almost stagnating.
In front of Zhuang Wudao's eyes, a carpet completely woven of flesh and blood has formed. Every time a sword demon is chopped into pieces, another sword demon is immediately born. From the direction of the blood cocoon, there are more
The ball of flesh wrapped in flames soared into the sky, and then fell from the strong side like a meteor.
From a lump of mud-like flesh to growing into a new sword demon, it only takes less than ten breaths.
At this moment, even though his body was controlled by the sword spirit, Zhuang Wudao still felt pain all over his body, especially the arm where he was carrying the sword, as if it was being cut by a knife.
Each strike of these sword demons is no less than the power of 80 million elephants. Zhuang Wudao needs to go all out every time he takes a sword. His muscles are constantly contracting and trembling to resolve this huge force that is nearly twice his.
I don't know when, the sword spirit has turned to the defensive. However, it is not standing still, but using the Chongming Taixiao Divine Art, its body is constantly sliding and moving like a swimming fish.
On the one hand, it is not to give up any chance of escape and to find the strength to break through; on the other hand, it can avoid most of the sword demon's sword energy.
Every time the sword spirit needs to deal with only three or five sword demons at the same time, it will never exceed seven.
But it was still extremely strenuous. Luo Qingyun had already used Zhuang Wudao's Star Shift and Flower Connecting Trees to the extreme, but it was still unsustainable.
With each sword strike, Zhuang Wudao's heart vibrated, and the blood foam overflowing from the corners of his lips increased. Fortunately, the ability of the Su Ren Divine Body to recover from injuries was close to that of the Immortal Tao Body. These internal injuries could only be
It only takes less than a breath to return to the original state.
And the huge sword circle formed by the Qingyun Sword is still condensed and not scattered at all. The whole person is like a hedgehog, counterattacking and passing on from time to time, using the power of these swords to in turn kill the sword demon.
Zhuang Wudao's mind was slightly calm, and he had already begun to think about ways to escape or escape from here.
"It should be possible to hold on. The true demon blood cocoon is using the power of the original energy, which also consumes a lot of money. The sword master's energy is long, so as long as he can survive it, he will still be safe and sound."
While talking, Luo Qingyun changed the sword posture again. This time the sword came out with the sound of 'Farewell to Life and Death', and a large area of death aura spread out in all directions.
"In addition, there are your two distracted bodies, which are not completely lifeless. Even if you use the blood ape fighting spirit and the clone body, you can't hold it back, and there is still the ink spirit."
Mo Ling gave a soft cry in response. Under the cover of Luo Qingyun's sword light, the black feathers around her body spread out, transforming into reality and reality, seeming to be there or not. It seemed to be light and airy, not slow or slow, and then moved slowly.
The wind fell, but the sword demons around him were unable to avoid it.
And as long as three to five black feathers touch the body, these sword demons will wither and turn into a puddle of black mud. Even if they are lucky enough to survive, they will be extremely weak.
In a short period of time, there were nearly twenty sword demons, and all their vitality was taken away by these black feathers.
However, Mo Ling's Qi was getting weaker and weaker at this time. His eyes were filled with annoyance and anxiety.
Every time it came here before, it was only blocked by seven or eight blood demons at most. But it was nothing like this time, there were hundreds or even thousands of them.
"Tianxuan borrows the law, Leihuo Qianyuan"
Following the sword spirit's soft shout, more than two hundred thunder and fire warriors were summoned from all directions.
However, these fourth-level warriors with a mere one or two million elephants might be able to crush the world of cultivation. However, they are extremely weak in front of these sixth-level sword demons. They are unable to fight for even half of them from under the blood cocoon.
A spiritual vein.
The moment it was summoned, it was swept away by more than a hundred sword demons. However, the purpose of the sword spirit was not to use the power of the formation.
At the moment when the Chongming Shenxiao Boundless Capital Formation was blessed with power, Luo Qingyun's sword light suddenly exploded again. The sword circle that was already shrinking suddenly expanded ten times and nearly fifty times.
The head-sword demon was easily killed by the Qingyun Sword.
At this moment, Luo Qingyun's hand suddenly slapped the head of the three-legged dark crow, sending Mo Ling directly into the underworld.
"Little guy, let's go first. Escape as far away as possible. It's best to be 20,000 miles away. Prepare to die on behalf of the supernatural power."