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1909th Purple Sword and Blood Sword

Xue Jian's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a bloodthirsty light in the depths of his pupils.

He snorted coldly and thrust out the blood sword in his right hand. Immediately, a streak of blood flame flew out from the blade of the blood sword.

The bloody flames were terrifying, and the moment they swept out, they seemed to stretch across the sky, as if splitting the entire sky in half.

The Heavenly Devouring Eye between Zhuo Wen's eyebrows cracked open again. At this moment, he used the power of the eighth level of Taoism to display the Heavenly Devouring Eye.

Crackling!

Suddenly, purple-black lightning flashed out of the Eye of Sky Devouring again. The purple-black lightning at this moment was much more terrifying than every time before.

The purple-black lightning blessed by the eighth level of Taoism looked at it with an extremely terrifying look, like a huge beast's mouth, swallowing up the blood flames across the sky in one mouthful.

However, the blood flames are not simple. The moment the purple-black lightning swallows up the blood pressure, the blood flames suddenly explode.

Suddenly, the purple-black lightning and blood flames in the sky began a terrifying entanglement. The energy aftermath produced by each entanglement was enough to scare the many monks watching.

Zhuo Wen, on the other hand, remained unabated and rushed towards the Blood Scholar. The power of time and space in his Eye of Heavenly Devouring emerged again, completely solidifying the space within the scope of Purple Rain at this point in time.

The blood scholar's eyes were gloomy. This power of time and space, blessed by the eighth level of Taoism, still had a lot of influence on him. At least his speed and movements were slowed down too much.

The corner of Xue Jian's mouth was full of a sneer. He was able to cut off this force of time and space before, and he can certainly cut it off now.

In his opinion, Zhuo Wen's approach was simply in vain.

However, when the Blood Sword struck out, he suddenly felt an extremely powerful sense of stagnation. Since the subsequent strike of his sword could not tear apart the surrounding space-time power.

"The power of time and space has increased?"

The blood sword body was in the purple rain, but he soon discovered that the power of time and space did not increase. What increased was the surrounding purple rain, which meant Zhuo Wen's own power of Taoism.

Not far away, Tai Qing looked at this scene with admiration in his eyes. He knew that Zhuo Wen's Taoist intention had reached the peak of the eighth level of Taoist intention, and he was only one step away from touching the ninth level of Taoist intention.

As soon as the blood sword hesitated, Zhuo Wen immediately passed by him. The purple sword was very fast and passed through the blood scholar. Then the blood scholar's head flew up and exploded into a ball of blood mist in the air.

thump!

The headless body of the Blood Scholar fell from the sky and finally hit the ground.

Boom boom boom!

At the same time, the surrounding space-time power was torn apart by the reacting blood sword at this moment.

Xue Jian's face was gloomy. He did not expect that the power of Taoism in Zhuo Wen was still increasing. He was careless and actually let Zhuo Wen cut off the head of the blood scholar.

After cutting off the blood scholar's head, Zhuo Wen frowned slightly. In order to completely kill the blood scholar, Zhuo Wen cut off his head and destroyed it, so that the soul of the blood scholar could be annihilated.

But when the blood scholar's head was shattered, Zhuo Wen discovered that the blood scholar's vitality had not been cut off, but he was just much weaker than at the beginning. In other words, the blood scholar whose soul was destroyed was not dead.

"What's going on?"

Zhuo Wen lowered his head and suddenly saw the blood scholar who had become a headless corpse, squirming continuously. Then the blood scholar slowly stood up, and a new head sprouted from his neck.

The blood scholar's face was pale. He glanced at Zhuo Wen with great hatred, but immediately retreated to the side of the Blood God.

"The weakness of a strong person in the Virtual Heaven Realm is no longer the soul, but the Virtual Heaven Bridge in his body. If the divine soul is destroyed, the Virtual Heaven Realm will naturally condense a new soul again. However, if the Virtual Heaven Realm strong person is destroyed, the virtual Tian Bridge will be destroyed.

It is certain death."

Xue Jian's face was full of a sneer, and he continued: "Your realm is only in the early stage of the gods, but you have the power of Xu Tian. This power is not yours, otherwise how could you not know the weaknesses of the strong people in the Xu Tian realm?

Woolen cloth?"

Having said this, Xue Jian showed a trace of disdain on his face, stopped talking, took a step forward, and instantly rushed to Zhuo Wen.

"Blood dragon cuts the sky!"

The blood sword slashed out again, and once the sword came out, the sword energy was like blood, condensing into a huge dragon shadow.

The huge dragon body entangled Zhuo Wen's entire body, like a hunting python, and then the dragon opened its mouth and swallowed Zhuo Wen from above his head.

The blood sword stepped on the dragon's body and quickly approached Zhuo Wen. The tip of the blood sword in his hand stabbed towards Zhuo Wen's vitals.

At this moment, Zhuo Wen was almost attacked from both sides.

But Zhuo Wen was very calm. He walked with mysterious steps and kept wandering among the dragon's body.

Keng!

The blood sword was so fast that everyone could only catch a little blood shadow and stabbed towards Zhuo Wen's eyebrows.

Zhuo Wen was naturally not to be outdone, and Zi Jian also pointed out, and the purple rain falling from the sky suddenly turned from a gentle drizzle to a violent storm.

The purple rainstorm was accompanied by the purple storm. In an instant, the power of Taoism reached its extreme.

Bang bang bang!

Purple rainstorms, bloody dragons, purple swords and bloody swords constantly heard the sounds of clashes. Every clear and crisp sound was like a bell, echoing in everyone's ears.

And its sound became louder and louder, as if it was echoing in the valley, repeating continuously.

The weaker monk covered his ears and looked ferocious.

I saw two lines of bright blood left on their ears, and their eyes were even more bloodshot. In desperation, they couldn't help but retreat one after another.

Lianmeng, Jinghai and Bi Shuang also involuntarily retreated. However, not long after they retreated, a wisp of breeze blew and swept them to where Taiqing and Yuqing were.

"Master! Uncle Yuqing!" Lianmeng said happily.

"Venerable Taiqing! Venerable Yuqing!" Jinghai and Bi Shuang clasped their fists respectfully.

"Master, will Junior Brother Zhuo be okay?" Lian Meng suddenly asked.

Taiqing did not answer Lianmeng's question, but whispered: "Let's continue watching, Zhuo Wen has his own choice."

Lianmeng said something like she didn't understand, but stopped talking, and looked seriously at Zhuo Wen who was constantly fighting with the blood sword.

For some reason, Lian Meng remembered Zhuo Wen's expression as if he was a countryman entering the city six months ago when he first entered the profession. Even Lian Meng's steps in front of Yu Qing, Zhuo Wen was astonished at that time.

But now, Zhuo Wen suddenly understood the eighth level of Taoism, gained the power of Xutian, and fought an earth-shattering battle with the blood sword, the first blood protector of Xutian level.

The young junior brother back then and the powerful figure today kept intersecting in Lianmeng's mind, which eventually filled Lianmeng's heart with complexity.

"Master, am I too useless? Although I have been promoted to a true god, my strength is not as good as some monks at the peak of the gods." Lian Meng suddenly said in frustration.

Taiqing patted Lian Meng on the head and said with a smile: "You are still young and lack experience. You will become stronger and stronger in the future."

Lianmeng shook his head and said: "I am not serious enough, not focused enough, and not hard enough! This time I go back and practice hard. Master, please help me improve my practical experience!"

Taiqing smiled slightly and said: "Okay!"

At this moment, the battle between Zhuo Wen and the Blood Sword has almost reached fever pitch.

The violent purple rain and the burning dragon almost dyed the entire sky purple and blood.

The speed of Zhuo Wen and Xue Jian was so fast that everyone could only catch the purple shadow and the blood shadow in the sky, and it was only at the moment when the two figures collided with each other that they could barely catch them.

The blood scholar stood beside the blood god, staring at the purple shadow and the blood shadow that were constantly fighting in the sky with extremely fearful eyes.

The Blood Sword is the first blood protector in the Blood Temple, and its strength is far superior to that of the Blood Scholar.

He, the blood scholar, has just condensed into the Xutian Bridge, so it can only be said that he has not yet entered the Xutian realm.

But the blood sword is different. The blood sword condensed the Xu Tianqiao a long time ago. It is said that it has climbed the first step of the Xu Tianqiao and reached the terrifying level of longevity.

Moreover, so much time has passed, and Scholar Xue knows that it is impossible for the Blood Sword to not make any progress, and it is very likely that the Blood Sword will reach the second step of the Xutian Bridge and become immortal.

Of course, all of this is just speculation. From the fact that Zhuo Wen was able to fight to such an extent with the Blood Sword, it shows how terrifying and powerful Na Zhuo Wen is.

If the blood scholar were given a choice again, he would never force himself to face Zhuo Wen.

However, Xue Jian frowned more and more as he fought. He found that Zhuo Wen became stronger and stronger as he fought, as if his potential was constantly being stimulated with the battle.

Moreover, Zhuo Wen almost picked up every move and style at his fingertips. It was obviously an extremely simple sword, but with the blessing of the peak of the eighth level of Taoism, it was terrifyingly powerful.

Even if the Blood Sword tried its best to get close to Zhuo Wen, Zhuo Wen would always use the power of time and space in the Eye of Heaven to freeze his figure.

Although the freezing time was short, it was enough for Zhuo Wen to retreat calmly.

The purple sword and the blood sword struck together again, and the purple and blood sword light poured out, as brilliant and colorful as rainbow light. Then Zhuo Wen and the blood sword groaned, and each stepped back thousands of feet. Every time they stepped back,

One step can leave extremely tragic footprints in the void.

Zhuo Wen stabilized his body and stared at the violent purple rain around him with confusion in his eyes.

But the confusion was quickly replaced by Qingming, and the purple rain reminded him of water droplets from the underworld.

At first, he relied on collecting water droplets from the underworld, which eventually condensed into the sea of ​​underworld, surging and stretching as far as the eye can see.

"Accumulated water becomes a stream, and a stream becomes a lake!"

At this moment, Zhuo Wen's eyes became brighter and brighter. Suddenly, the purple sword in his right hand shook. Suddenly, the purple rain that was originally falling stopped in mid-air at this moment.

Then, Zhuo Wen's purple sword twisted, and for a moment, the stagnant purple rain suddenly condensed and combined with Zhuo Wen as the center.

The moment a huge and boundless purple lake formed at Zhuo Wen's feet, a mysterious artistic conception suddenly burst out of Zhuo Wen's body.

Zhuo Wen stood in the center of the Purple Lake. His eyes crossed the Purple Lake and fell on the Xue Jian whose face changed greatly in front of him.

"Master, this is the last time I call you Master. Although this is just a hint, I am sure this is the artistic conception of the nine levels of Taoism that you want!"

Zhuo Wen's calm voice slowly sounded in the center of the purple lake. Then Zhuo Wen raised his purple sword, pointing the tip of the sword at the bloody sword in front of him, then placed the purple sword under the lake surface, and then made an upward stroke.

Wow!

The Purple Lake set off high waves that could submerge the entire sky. The high waves were too high and too terrifying. The hearts of the many monks who were looking up at the high waves all had their hearts beating fast, as if their hearts were lifted by the high waves.

Then the purple sword fell, and the blood sword was almost defenseless and was completely covered by this terrifying high wave...


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