The waning moon hangs high in the sky for nine days, like a scimitar, cutting on the sky.
The stars have dimmed.
"boom!"
A loud bang, like the beginning of the world, went straight into the depths of people's hearts, arousing thousands of waves and boundless shock.
Two young figures stood in the endless darkness, with the firelight illuminating them in the spotlight.
The first form of confrontation!
The light on Xin Zhao's hands was bright, the spear in his hand trembled slightly, and several dragons of blood burst out. It was the most terrifying killing technique in the world, and it was indestructible.
The sword slave let out a long roar, and the magic power that surpassed the true essence poured out, shaking the whole body. The martial arts arena trembled, and a ray of blood-colored brilliance surged out and wrapped around it.
The grains of sand and dust in all directions floated up, submerged in the light, and turned into ashes.
The sword slave's eyes were filled with determination and endless madness. With a sudden step, wisps of blood-colored mist rose up, forcing Xin Zhao forward. With every step he took, the pressure from all directions would increase, and the earth would follow.
The fall.
"Shura Slash!"
An angry shout sounded, and little drops of blood appeared on the sword slave's body. The majestic energy poured out, and the murderous aura burst out from the sky, turning into a blood-red sword dozens of feet long, as if it was going to destroy the entire world.
Tear!
His shabby gray linen clothes moved without any wind, making a loud noise. Countless energy burst out from his body, and the linen clothes were torn apart every inch.
The blood-red gas spread even more, submerging the figure of the sword slave, and the sharp and cold murderous aura burst out, turning into a blood-red long sword, as if it was about to tear the entire world apart.
The sea of qi in his body was burning crazily, and traces of mana flowed out along the tendons and veins to reach his left hand.
"kill!"
"Kill! Kill!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The sword slave roared crazily, his black hair fluttering wildly, and he was bathed in the blood mist, like a hell Shura appearing in the world.
"This is impossible, absolutely impossible! His physical body is not strong enough to support him in using this move without completely entering the secret realm of supernatural powers!"
Several elders in the distance exclaimed.
"Something's wrong with him! His expression is pale, and his vitality is rapidly passing away! Could it be that he has taken banned drugs?" A young elder made a guess with serious eyes.
"As soon as Shura comes out, everything will be destroyed! Even if the Shura Slash in front of you has only one ten thousandth of its Tao Yun, it is definitely not something that the younger generation can stop! What a pity..." An old elder sighed and looked at Zhao Xin,
There was more regret on his face.
"Wrong! It's not a banned drug! Look!"
A one-eyed elder stretched out his hand and pointed far away.
Everyone's eyes fell on the sword slave's exposed body.
I saw the sword slave's thin body bathed in the blood-colored mist. There were wounds cut up and down. The blood kept flowing on it, but it never dripped to the ground. When every drop of blood flowed out of the body, it was attracted by an inexplicable force.
, suspended in the void, and then broken into countless tiny particles.
The blood-colored mist was actually transformed from the sword slave's blood.
"This is Shura's sacrifice!"
An old elder with white hair was shocked and said: "Such a vicious technique has been lost long ago, how could he do it! How could he..."
"Shura sacrifice?"
After hearing this, the elders looked at the sword slave again with numerous wounds and bleeding all over his body. Their eyes gradually moved up, revealing an extremely calm face, with a hint of joy in his eyes.
Even though these elders have been through the weather for a long time, they couldn't help but feel a chill all over their bodies at this moment, and there was a feeling of coldness between their hands and feet.
At the top of the attic.
"Grandpa Ninth, what is Shura sacrifice?"
Luo Yu looked at Jiu Lao doubtfully.
Jiulao's gray pupils lit up slightly, and he said in a hoarse voice: "With such a level of cultivation, there are two ways to perform Shura Slash. One is to take taboo medicine, and the other is to sacrifice Shura. As the name suggests, sacrifice one's own blood.
Sacrifice, summoning the power of Shura gods in the underworld, but this technique is too cruel, and the caster often becomes disabled after using it, so this technique was abolished by the supreme leader hundreds of years ago and burned in the abyss.
end!"
"Then how does he know?"
Luo Yu was surprised.
When she looked at Elder Xuan Bin, his majestic face looked a little gloomy, and she fell silent.
…
Zhao Xinmei's expression was solemn, without reservation, and he showed his strength thoroughly. A tsunami-like amount of true energy emerged from his body, which was a symbol of reaching the late stage of Tianyuan Realm.
In the past ten days, he had been killing people like crazy in the Netherworld Forest, leaping his cultivation from the peak of the innate realm to the late stage of the Tianyuan realm. This kind of cultivation speed was beyond the scope of understanding.
"Nine Kills of the Blood Dragon!"
With a low cry, the blood in Xin Zhao's body was boiling, like magma, exuding a fiery aura of destruction, converging into the spear in his hand. The body of the spear was bright and shining, igniting a bloody glow. This spear
It will be unparalleled in the world.
Xin Zhao's figure turned into a blood god, his huge aura spread out, and the ground seemed to crack. His power was terrifying and extraordinary. His eyes flashed, and another extremely low voice sounded.
"Instant killing method!"
"boom!"
The spear is like a dragon, the energy is like the sea, and the strength is like a mountain. The blood dragon is roaring, and murderous intent is rising into the sky!
"This Xin Zhao has mastered the instant killing method. I'm afraid he is invincible under the secret realm of supernatural powers!"
The first person in the outer sect, Ming Heng, felt ashamed when he saw this, and then sighed, "It's a pity that he still can't defeat the sword slave!"
High in the attic, Elder Xuan Bin and the Nine Elders both nodded slightly, feeling that Xin Zhao was alive or dead.
Next to the two of them, Luo Yu's beautiful eyes were fixed on the field, her jade fingers trembling slightly. For some reason, she felt worried about the unruly young man.
The sword slave's Shura Slash is too powerful, condensing his energy and spirit into one sword. After this sword strike, he himself will become the weakest point in the crossbow and be slaughtered by others.
But this sword is beyond common sense and belongs to the existence of the secret realm of supernatural power. It is a power that transcends the secret realm of the physical body. No matter how Xin Zhao struggles, the result is obvious.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
In the blink of an eye, two bloody auras collided together.
The huge martial arts arena was shaken, and pieces of bluestone continued to break apart like wind-swept clouds, turning into fine powder dust that enveloped the entire place.
After one blow, the whole place was filled with smoke and dust.
There was silence everywhere, everyone opened their eyes wide, waiting for the result.
When the dust cleared, a thin figure was revealed. His linen clothes were slightly damaged, but his entire face was extremely pale, his eyes were red, and he was panting constantly.
"This boy is so powerful, he actually hurt me."
The sword slave muttered to himself, the hand holding the sword was injured by the shock, blood slowly flowed down, and the iron sword was also knocked far away.
"But Xin Zhao is still dead and can explain to the adults."
A liberated smile appeared on his face, but the next moment, the smile suddenly froze.
When the dust in the farthest distance cleared, a figure staggered up. His clothes, which were as red as blood, were stained with blood, and blood was constantly spilling from the corners of his mouth. He used a spear to support the ground, and he barely stood up.
The sword slave is really strong.
The power at this level of mana is indeed far superior to that of true energy.
Shura Slash is even more terrifying!
He failed, but held on.
Open the template.
Name:Xin Zhao
Cultivation: Fifth level of physical body secret realm (late stage)
Kung Fu: Xiao Tian Mo Kung [Perfection] Nine Kills of the Blood Dragon (First Level) [Perfect]: Mastered the secret of the first level of the Nine Kills of the Blood Dragon [Instant Kill Technique]
Talent: Soul Reaper (you can gain the corresponding power every time you kill a unit) Crimson Reaper (blood affinity...)
Skill points: 83 (can upgrade skills and magical powers)
Passive skill: [Decision]: When Xin Zhao's third attack causes additional damage and heals himself!
Mall (already opened)
Already have preparations: [Boots of Lightness] [Great Sword of Storm] [Vampire Scepter] [Outlaw Armor]
Gold coins: 129
In the past ten days, he not only improved his cultivation to the Tianyuan realm, but also obtained thousands of gold coins while hunting in the Netherworld Forest.
He spent nearly 3,000 gold coins to purchase a piece of [Madman Armor], which greatly improved Xin Zhao's vitality and life recovery capabilities.
He is now an invincible little strong man!
"You're not dead yet? This is impossible!"
The sword slave's face turned pale and weak, with a look of resentment in his eyes: "No! You must die, you are my freedom!"
The sword slave walked slowly towards the iron sword that had fallen far away. During the distance of only ten feet, he fell three times.
His heart was filled with despair. This sword that exhausted all his strength failed to kill Xin Zhao, which basically meant that he could not complete the task and could not kill Xin Zhao.
Once Xin Zhao's life is in danger, Xin Zhao will definitely admit defeat. At that time, the referee who has been waiting for a long time will take action to stop him from continuing to sell. His sword, seriously injured, will never be faster than the referee's movement.
The sword slave screamed in despair and rushed towards Xin Zhao desperately. His vision gradually blurred and he could not see Xin Zhao's body.
The entire martial arts arena seemed to be filled with a thick fog, covering everything, replaced by a blue sky, without a trace of dust. He stood in the wheat field, the autumn wind was blowing, and the yellow rice ears were floating and rolling like the wave.
The soft chirping of crickets in the mud could be clearly heard, all of which was very much like the scene in his long-lost dream.
Two little girls with ponytails came over, took his hand, and smiled sweetly: "Brother, mother wants you to go back."
He looked into the distance. At sunset, the sunset glow was red. Under the thatched house, a woman in simple clothes was waving to him with a smile.
…
Xin Zhao stayed where he was, and he saw that the sword slave's pupils were gradually losing color, turning into a gray color, and the last drop of tears fell down, completely losing their brightness.
At this moment, a smile appeared on the corner of the sword slave's mouth.
That Shura Slash had exhausted all his vitality, and it was just a flashback.
"I will kill him."
Xin Zhao walked to the sword slave and promised again.
This time no one responded to him. The people on the ground were completely liberated and could not see anything.
Xin Zhao felt heavy inside, but it was the complete opposite outside the court.