Dozens of saintly geniuses kept retreating, looking at the Holy Son of the Ghost Clan with extremely fearful eyes. This man turned out to be a half-step god.
Their own family members knew about their own affairs. Among the dozens of saintly geniuses, there was not even a half-step god-transformation monk. However, Ye Yixiao was an intermediate-level treasurer, already at the peak of his combat power. Even he was instantly killed by the opponent.
If you eat them as flesh and blood, you and others will end up like Ye Yixiao.
The Holy Son of the Hundred Tribes had long known the temperament of the Holy Son of the Ghost Tribe, and was no longer surprised by him eating raw flesh and blood. However, the human monks on the earth were all silent. They looked at the scene in the sky with pale faces and were speechless for a long time.
Come.
They have always believed that the Holy Land Prodigy is on par with the Holy Sons of the Hundred Races. Even if someone is defeated, they will never end up dead. This shocking change makes the human monks feel frightened.
In the sky thousands of miles away, the faces of more than a dozen human race powerful men were very ugly. As Ye Yixiao was a disciple of the War Immortal Sect, the powerful men of both races looked at the Master of the War Immortal Sect. I wonder what kind of violent reaction he would have when he saw such a scene.
.
It's a pity that the leader of the War Immortal Sect has disappointed the powerful masters of the two clans.
He was seen sitting cross-legged in the clouds, his eyes were slightly dozed, and his expression was indifferent, as if the one who was killed was not his Zhanxian Sect disciple.
The Void Arena became strangely quiet. Dozens of geniuses in the Holy Domain felt uneasy in their hearts. Looking at the playful expressions of the Holy Sons of the Hundred Races, they seemed to understand that they and others were simply playthings in the eyes of the Holy Sons of the Foreign Races.
, was completely ignored.
Zheng!
The green lotus appeared, and the sound of the sword shook the sky. I saw Bai Xiaoyao holding the Xuanling Sword and stepping into the void. Green lotuses bloomed around him. The sound of the sword was clanking. I hadn't seen him for several months. He was like Ye Yixiao.
Generally speaking, it has also entered the intermediate level of pregnancy.
"Jie Jie Jie!"
The Holy Son of the Ghost Tribe smiled sinisterly, looking at Bai Xiaoyao who was fighting, with bloodthirsty eyes blooming, and the words in his mouth were cruel and ferocious: "Boy, you dare to end up in the middle of pregnancy, it seems that you have lived enough.
"
As thick as a mountain, without the slightest hint of fear, the Xuanling Sword cuts through the void, bringing up blossoming green lotuses. The sound of the sky-reaching sword clangs, and endless sword energy swirls around Bai Xiaoyao.
He looked at the Holy Son of the Ghost Clan in front of him and said without any fear in his eyes: "Even if you are half-stepped into becoming a god, you are still just an ordinary monk. It is enough to kill you with my Qinglian Sword Intent."
Hearing Bai Xiaoyao's words, the face of the Holy Son of the Ghost Clan changed. He looked at the sky full of green lotus behind Bai Xiaoyao, and his expression seemed a little solemn. Although he regarded the human race as blood food, it did not mean that he was an idiot.
Although hundreds of ancient races retreated at the end of antiquity and returned again ten thousand years after the beginning of this world, the most powerful skills of the human race have also been heard. The peerless swordsman Li Tianyi is an invincible figure, even compared with the ancient demons.
, it won’t be much worse.
The Xuanling Sect is the inheritance left by the Sword Immortal. The Xuanling Sword, Taixuan Sutra, and Qinglian Sword Intention are the symbols of a generation of Sword Immortal. Facing the inheritance of the Sword Immortal, the Holy Son of the Ghost Clan dare not be careless at all.
"Jie Jie Jie!"
"Let me, a vampire, see how powerful the Sword Immortal inheritance is."
Blood energy filled the air, will-o'-wisps surged, the Holy Son of the Ghost Tribe turned into claws in the void, and a thousand-foot-long bloody hand appeared above Bai Xiaoyao's head, violently grabbing at his heavenly spirit. If this blow was carried out, I'm afraid Bai Xiaoyao's head would be somewhere else.
Zheng!
Green lotuses filled the sky, reflecting the void. The bright sword energy split the sky and the earth. The sound of the sword energy hissed endlessly. A thousand-foot-long green lotus danced with the sword and violently slashed towards the thousand-foot-long bloody hand.
A green lotus shines on ancient and modern times, and the thousand-foot-long bloody hand instantly shatters. Bai Xiaoyao's face is cold, and his eyes looking at the Holy Son of the Ghost Clan are boiling with murderous intent. Eating cannibals is a big deal to Bai Xiaoyao.
Taboo, he had the heart to kill the vampires, so he brought the green lotus all over the sky and shot towards the Holy Son of the Ghost Clan.
Chi Chi Chi!
The sword energy splits the air, and the green lotus shoots. This is the green lotus sword energy, and it is the inheritance of the sword immortal. It has power beyond ordinary people. Even if the holy son of the ghost tribe is half-stepped into a god, he will never dare to bear this sword.
Immortal attack.
The vampire has a strange face. Facing the green lotus in the sky, his figure is fading. He inherits the bloodline of ancient ghosts and gods, and his body can be transformed into invisible forms. His most proud skill is not the attack technique, but the ability to disappear without a trace.
body shape.
Boom boom boom!
Green lotuses filled the sky tore through the void, bringing out endless firelight, and the burning smell stung the ears and nose. However, the body of the Holy Son of the Ghost Race seemed to be between matter and illusion, and could barely avoid Bai Xiaoyao's killing technique.
"Boy, there are several realms between you and me. How dare you be so presumptuous?"
Being forced to retreat by a prodigy of the human race, the Holy Son of the Ghost Race felt that he had lost his dignity. He had an invincible mentality and wanted to suppress the entire youth of the human race with the power of one person. How could he make the Holy Sons of the hundreds of tribes who were watching watch his own joke?
The ghosts are dense, the laughter is endless, and dozens of phantoms appear in the void. This is the power of the ghost clan, and it is also a technique of splitting light into shadows. It makes people unable to distinguish between reality and reality, and can cause mental confusion to the enemy.
Looking at the numerous ghosts and shadows in all directions, Bai Horror's face was solemn. He guarded his mind tightly, surrounded by the green lotus sword energy, and formed his spiritual consciousness to search for the true body of the vampire.
Chi!
A ghost figure appeared in front of Bai Xiaoyao, and the vast ghost energy filled the world. A pale bloody hand brought up the evil spirit of the ghost, and violently grabbed Bai Xiaoyao's heart.
"Be careful!" dozens of young geniuses exclaimed.
"Stab it."
The green lotus in the sky bloomed with supreme blue light, and Bai Xiaoyao's face changed drastically. He could barely avoid this fatal blow, but although his heart was avoided, a piece of flesh and blood was grabbed from his shoulder by the Holy Son of the Ghost Clan, leaving Bai Xiaoyao
His face was pale and bloodless, and cold sweat was dripping from his forehead.
The Saint Son of the Ghost Tribe is famous for his body skills. Even among the Saint Sons of the Hundred Tribes, his stature and speed can definitely be ranked among the top ten. Although Bai Xiaoyao has inherited the Sword Immortal Technique, his own killing power is extremely terrifying, but
In terms of body shape, he suffered a big loss.
"Here comes the wine!"
Bai Xiaoyao roared loudly, his aura space was opened, and an orange-yellow gourd fell into his hand. He pulled out the cork, and poured the turbid wine into his mouth.
Gu Qing stood alone, watching Bai Xiaoyao's move, with a look of surprise in his eyes, and then looked at Bai Buyi in the sky thousands of miles away.
As if he felt something in his heart, Bai Buyi met Gu Qing's gaze, with a look of surprise in his eyes. Could it be that Gu Qing knew the origin of the gourd?
Yes, Gu Qing does know the origin of this thing, and the record of this orange gourd is written in detail in the secret book of anecdotes.
The relic of the Sword Immortal, the orange gourd. This kind of treasure that the Sword Immortal carries with him, Bai Buyi actually brought it from Xuanling Sect. Isn't he afraid that people from hundreds of tribes will become greedy and take this treasure away?
There are rumors in the world that the swordsman Li Tianyi has a Xuanling Sword, a Taixuan Sutra, and an orange gourd that he carries with him, which is pretending to be a drink. There are few rumors about this gourd in the world, but Gu Qing has it.
I know that this orange gourd is a rare treasure. Although it is not listed as an ancient rare treasure, it has mysterious and unpredictable power.
According to the secret book of anecdotes, this treasure mustard seed contains the Supreme Universe, which can absorb all things and refine it into wine. Any living being who drinks it will be of great benefit to himself. But since the sword fairy Li Tianyi disappeared from the world
, this object has disappeared, and I didn’t expect it to be preserved in Xuanling Sect.
boom!
The smell of alcohol filled the air, and his face was flushed. Bai Xiaoyao's body was shaking, and the sound of the sky-reaching sword resounded throughout his body. After a huge green lotus appeared, a misty green light enveloped his body, making him invulnerable to all means and standing tall.
invincible position.
Chi Chi Chi!
Dozens of ghost shadows were like a hundred ghosts hunting prey, and they rushed towards Bai Xiaoyao violently. The power of the half-step transformation into a god was undoubtedly revealed. The sky-splitting ghost energy wanted to tear apart the green lotus light curtain and give Bai Xiaoyao a fatal blow.
The green lotus swayed, and the water curtain shimmered around his body. Bai Xiaoyao's eyes were intoxicated, as if he was about to faint to the ground, but the green light around him became more and more terrifying, and the sound of the sword resounded through the sky thousands of miles away.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Gu Qing shook his head lightly. Bai Xiaoyao was too pushy. The wine in this orange gourd was a gift from the Sword Immortal. Then what kind of state was Li Tianyi in? How could the wine he drank be ordinary? Bai Xiaoyao
After Xiaoyao drank this wine, although his power increased sharply, the power of the wine had already made him confused. I am afraid that if he does not stay awake, he will fail sooner or later.
Although Bai Xiaoyao was in a state of intoxication, before he drank the wine, he knew that the wine was a supreme divine thing and he could not afford it. But if he did not drink the wine, he would face the ghost clan's Holy Son who was like a ghost.
He would never be able to sustain the attack for even a moment.
A desperate fight between life and death, this is Bai Xiaoyao's mentality. He was defeated by Gu Qing several times, which made him unwilling to accept it.
In this feast of hundreds of tribes, he must prove to Gu Qing and his grandfather that even though he is defeated by the Holy Son of Hundreds of Clans, he definitely lacks the fearlessness of a monk.
"Sword rises!"
Bai Xiaoyao's eyes widened, the green lotus behind him suddenly tightened, the huge sword stretched across the sky, and the terrifying energy locked firmly on the body of the Holy Son of the Ghost Race.
"cut!"
Bai Xiaoyao's face was pale. He concentrated his energy and spirit, sublimated himself to the extreme, and struck a unique blow against the Holy Son of the Ghost Clan.
Buzz!
The void shook, ripples spread, and the sky-high sword seemed huge, but the bright sword body turned into blue light reaching the sky, and instantly appeared in front of the true form of the Holy Son of the Ghost Clan.
boom!
It tore the sky and the earth apart, with endless power. I saw this giant sword that held up the sky slashing around the body of the Holy Son of the Ghost Tribe. The terrifying sword light tore through his body and broke the Holy Son of the Ghost Tribe into two pieces.
Hoo ho ho!
Bai Xiaoyao kept breathing heavily. This blow consumed all his true energy, and finally succeeded in killing the vampire, which also made Bai Xiaoyao's tense mind relax.
"He is not dead yet." Gu Qing's pupils turned, and the meaning of time flashed across his eyes. He saw through the illusion and saw the truth.
Gu Qing's voice was not loud, but it made Bai Xiaoyao's complexion change drastically. The Xuanling Sword was placed across his chest, and his mind that had just been relaxed became tense again.
"Jie Jie Jie!"
"Boy, die."
The ghost laughed eerily, full of hostility, and saw a ghostly shadow appearing in the sky above Bai Xiaoyao. He was like a ghost from the underworld, with his pale claws filled with bloody aura, and he violently grabbed Bai Xiaoyao Tianling. If this blow was carried out, I'm afraid that
Bai Xiaoyao will be uncovered and he will die tragically on the spot.
"You dare!"
Bang!
In the sky thousands of miles away, Bai Buyi's complexion changed drastically. He jumped up from the table, green lotuses appeared all over him, and the sound of the sky-reaching sword exploded endlessly. As Bai Buyi moved his sword finger, he violently fired towards the void arena.