Zhang Yan destroyed the Cangjiang waterway, costing the lives of millions of people to attract the rescue of righteous knights, and then used evil methods to pull everyone present into the [Blood Sacrifice and Prayer Formation].
Chaos broke out in an instant!
Those who came to the scene were all Jianghu Zhengdao who had the common people's hearts in mind. However, under the influence of the powerful blood formation, everyone felt that their consciousness was chaotic and it was difficult to make a judgment.
The sword-controlling blood in Bai Feihuang's body boils and burns, allowing her to stay awake.
Looking around, there are all martial arts people entangled in strange blood...
"Han Feng!!"
Bai Feihuang called and looked around, but there was no answer.
The blood-light space is based on the Cangjiang River Embankment, but it uses the strange methods of Tianli Sect to develop a completely different and strange space.
Under the river embankment was a terrifying sea of blood.
The distance is blocked by blood mist.
In the sky, Nangong Lianzheng, holding the White Horse Sword and the Demon-Suppressing Sword, was fighting with Zhang Yan, the leader of Tianli Cult.
Blessed by two magic weapons, Nangong Lian's body was filled with majestic sword energy, and the strange pressure surrounding the bloody space was about to dissipate.
However, in front of the demonized Zhang Yan with red eyes, Nangong Lian encountered the ultimate crisis.
[Blood Sacrifice Prayer Formation] communicates between heaven and earth. Endless evil thoughts gather around Zhang Yan's black and gold cloak. As Zhang Yan waves his arms, the rich blood energy gathers into a huge blood pillar from the sea of blood under the river embankment.
He jumped into the air and hit Nangong Lian in mid-air.
[Demon Suppressing Sword Master] was directly shot down by this terrifying blood pillar attack and fell onto the river embankment.
"Nangong Sword Master!"
Bai Feihuang quickly stepped forward to help Nangong Lian.
Nangong Lian, who was injured by the blood pillar, stood up with the support of Bai Feihuang. He glanced around and could not see anyone on the dark river embankment.
"Where's Han Feng?"
"I don't know, there has been no response."
During the conversation between the two, Zhang Yan in the sky moved again, and three more pillars of blood rose from the sea of blood under the river embankment.
Four pillars of blood penetrated into the sky, huge and majestic.
The black gold cloak was gradually infected by the blood light, and his expression became more and more indifferent. The blood light in his eyes was like a candle in the cave world, burning the soul.
Upon seeing this, Nangong Lian was about to take off again.
"No, he wants to kill the warriors present and sacrifice their flesh and blood to the evil god!"
However, Nangong Lian, who had just been hit by the blood pillar, had already been poisoned by blood. After using his skills, his flesh and blood were immediately paralyzed, and he had no time to stop Zhang Yan's actions.
Four pillars of blood rose into the sky, turning into a torrential sea of blood and rolling down.
The righteous warriors below were still in a state of confusion under the influence of the blood mist, and could not even escape.
It seemed that only Bai Feihuang was left capable of fighting.
Holding the sword tightly in his hand, Bai Feihuang let go of Nangong Lian who was supporting him and walked away towards the sea of blood.
Nangong Lian noticed Bai Feihuang's intention and said dejectedly:
"Feihuang, the gap is too big. You can't stop Zhang Yan. You'd better find a way to escape quickly. You must inform the righteous people who are coming about Zhang Yan's purpose!"
Bai Feihuang's sword-wielding blood continued to burn all over his body, his eyes gradually turned golden, and his blood and energy were used as fuel to stimulate the sword's aura that became stronger and stronger.
The sea of blood in the sky surged under Zhang Yan's control.
The white-robed female swordsman's robes make a hunting sound. Before she can establish herself on the right path, she must carve out a way out for herself.
Bai Feihuang's voice was calm but firm.
"How do you know you will fail if you don't even try?"
Looking back again, he still didn't see Han Feng's voice. Bai Feihuang held the knife in his hand tighter.
"Besides, there's nothing to be afraid of if you fail."
The sky was filled with rumbles of blood.
The beautiful sword light goes retrograde.
Luan and phoenix crow, thousands of shadows move.
A tragic sword is about to be wielded.
The entire world was submerged in the sword light, but this sword light was not Bai Feihuang's Luanying sword light.
Rather.
Extremely black!
The black sword light swept across the entire blood sea space, like an endless night, but it was peaceful at this doomsday moment.
Bai Feihuang, who was determined to die, was shocked to find that the sea of blood lying on the ground was torn apart by the light of a sword, and the person who caused all this was not him.
"This is!?"
Turning your head, your long hair spread out.
A pale-faced man stood behind him, with a loneliness that was different from anyone else in the world. It was neither hatred nor indifference. It was a thousand-year loneliness that went against the grain.
"Don't get in the way."
The voice was low and pale.
The man stretched out his hand and flicked, and Bai Feihuang was pushed back by a strange force, and he staggered a few steps to stand still.
At this time, the situation changed to this man alone facing the demonized Zhang Yan in the sky.
While Nangong Lian quickly removed the toxins from his body, he asked Bai Feihuang: "Feihuang, do you know that person?"
Bai Feihuang shook his head:
"do not know."
His eyes once again searched among the Zhengdao people entangled in the blood mist, but Han Feng was still nowhere to be seen.
Look at the back of the swordsman who suddenly appeared.
How could they be inexplicably familiar when we exchanged glances just now?
Dressed in black robes, Han Feng's incarnation, Fu Hongxue, stood on the river embankment.
The first moment he entered the blood sea space, he used Fu Hongxue's experience card.
To fight Zhang Yan who has turned into a devil, you must seize every opportunity.
I originally thought that these would be my means to keep myself under control, but I didn't expect that this moment of life and death would come so quickly.
"who are you?"
The demonized Zhang Yan had not completely lost his mind. He stared at Fu Hongxue on the river embankment with his scarlet eyes and asked.
Fu Hongxue held a black knife in her hand and her voice was calm and cold.
"Fu Hongxue, the incarnation of [Emperor Zhenwu] in Heaven, [Jiutiandang Demon Patriarch]."
Emperor Zhenwu is also known as Xuantian God, Dangmo Tianzun, Yuxu Shixiang, and Yujing Zunshen.
Han Feng didn't want to occupy a god's position every time he released an experience card, so he simply used the concept of incarnation to designate all his experience cards as the incarnation of [Zhenwu Emperor].
"Emperor Zhenwu? Even your Heavenly Court wants to oppose me!!?"
Zhang Yan in the sky completely fell into madness and descended with black clouds covering the sky.
Han Feng did not want the fight between the two to affect the martial arts people below who had not yet escaped the control of blood energy, so the pale man holding a black knife dragged the knife forward, volleyed in the air, and came against the torrent of blood.
At this time, Zhang Yan was affected by the evil god's power and had become almost innately demonized.
But... Han Feng has another trump card.
Tie cards are used.
The aura on Fu Hongxue's body also surged, and in an instant, there was a strong wind and snow in the blood sea space.
The swordsman holding a black knife crashed into the sea of blood in the sky.
Endless sword light bursts out!
The turbid waves of the world have been emptied, and only one knife can wash away the world.
The vast sea of blood swaying in the wind and snow is the most miserable and beautiful flower.
Nangong Lian below looked at Fu Hongxue's incredible figure and murmured to himself in shock:
"The forces in heaven are actually so strong?"
Bai Feihuang remained silent, just looking at the battlefield in the sky.
The dark sword light was like a long night of loneliness, stirring in the violent sea of blood.
Finally, the space was torn apart with one knife.
The formation that sealed the heroes could not withstand the pressure of two extremely powerful men and shattered.
Hundreds of righteous warriors were freed from the influence of the blood light and regained their consciousness.
Affected by the sound of battle, the heroes of the righteous path looked towards the battlefield of Fu Hongxue and Zhang Yan.
The Cangjiang River embankment continues to surge, scouring the plain on its south bank.
The battlefield between the two men was under the rushing river embankment.
The surging sea of blood in the blood-colored space is making waves in this living space.
Fu Hongxue, dressed in black, stood on the surging water. The sky was filled with wind and rain. She dragged the knife and the blade passed across the water. The illusory red flowers began to sway on the water.