Chapter 847: The might of a peerless murderous soldier
The icy coldness that invades the marrow permeates the entire world, and the blood-haunting dark energy stirs up the snowy area. The chilling chill, the bloodthirsty evil energy, when the blade spins, when the blade flips, the two figures move rapidly
In the shadow, I saw the sword light condensing into a terrifying and majestic coldness, while the sword light burst out and the ferocious evil spirit spurted out like a shot.
The long sword in Beibing Xuance's hand was flowing rapidly, and the bloody sword in Jiang Duandao's hand was blurred. As soon as the two of them fought, the sky and the earth shook, and two very different auras surged around. There were only two people intertwined between the sky and the earth.
The silhouette of the light, the force of the long sword's cold ice and the sky, the heart-destroying power of the blood knife, each sword rolled up thousands of powerful air blades, cutting the ice around them and their feet into a mess of ravines.
There was a deep and condensed shout, and a figure was as majestic as a mountain. His tiger eyes were as bright as electricity. The long sword in his hand was held across his chest, and there was an unfathomable ravine at his feet. The other figure was like a demon, with messy hair.
Feiyang, his eyes were full of darkness, and the blood knife in his hand was pointing to the sky. The blood knife was trembling. There was a distance of ten feet between the two of them. Although their movements stopped, the aura that surged around them was stronger.
It is even bigger, soaring up into the sky, trying to reach the sky, trying to drown the sunlight that is shining down.
Although it only took a few breaths, they had already fought for several times, and both of them still had the energy that the other party had poured into their bodies. At this time, Beibing Xuance felt like a maniac.
The aura of his body is corroding his own true energy, and the endless blood evil is churning in his body with a maddening evil spirit. Although the cold true energy in his body is majestic and strong, it cannot be stopped for a while.
Let the cold and ferocious Qi be completely eliminated. While condensing Qi and moving around his body, he suppressed the cold and ferocious Blood Demon Qi while forcibly raising all the Qi in his Dantian.
Jiang Duandao's scarred and ferocious face looked a little pale, and there was a thin layer of white frost on his lips. This was caused by Beibing Xuance's terrifying cold energy penetrating into his body. He felt
His whole body felt as if he had fallen into a cave of ten-thousand-year-old black ice, and the cold ice energy froze his body wantonly. Although the blood-evil demonic energy in his body was extremely powerful, he was still unable to keep it in his body for a while.
The ice energy is purified.
Beibing Xuance stood up with his sword raised. The evil spirit remaining in his body was like maggots attached to his bones, eroding the cold true energy in his body. The evil energy surged up from his blood and went straight to his heart.
He rushed away. His brain suddenly went into a trance, and he felt that he had fallen into a boundless blood prison. The red color of the bloody light kept flashing out in his mind.
Jiang Duandao also felt uncomfortable. The biting coldness hit him like a wave, especially the icy coldness that could almost freeze his soul. His mind was filled with confusion.
In the sight of ice and snow, a thin layer of frosty air began to appear all over his body.
The two stood facing each other, and with only a few breaths of time, the two of them mobilized their inner strength to sweep away the other's energy remaining in their bodies.
Gradually, the thin layer of frosty aura surrounding Jiang Duandao disappeared. He raised the blood knife in his hand, and the ghostly blood-red color suddenly appeared in his eyes. His hair was flying wildly, and his ferocious face was
With a strange expression on his face, his dark gray clothes were undulating with the wind. At this time, he was like the king of the underworld coming from the underworld.
The long sword in Beibing Xuance's hand groaned softly, and the condensed aura lingered around him. He stretched out his left hand with two fingers and flicked the long sword slightly. Suddenly, a sky-shattering roar struck towards
On the blue sky, a layer of jade-like cold air came from above the sky and covered the earth. The cold air blocked all the rays of the rising sun that were shining straight down, covering the sky and covering the sun.
"It seems that you have reached the eighth level of the "Dao Wulu Jue". If the sky is sentimental, the sky is also old. At that time, you were the most talented among our generation, but I didn't expect that you could do something that the previous masters of Yeming Palace had never done.
Such a pioneering work. Palace masters of all generations have lingered on the seventh level, even if they are ruthless and affectionate. Even if their skills have accumulated to the limit and their skills have not broken through, they can only stop under the Shattered Void."
A complicated light flashed in Jiang Duandao's eyes, and he said calmly to Beibing Xuance. The blood energy condensed in the blood knife in his hand became more and more intense, and the layers of blood mist on the blade became more and more dazzling.
"With your talent, if you continue to practice the "Dao Wulu Jue", your achievements will definitely be no less than mine. It's just a pity that you have embarked on a wrong path, practicing magic skills, and devouring blood essence to transform your internal power. Even though the Netherworld Blood Sword is a
It's a peerless magic weapon, but don't forget that the Nether Blood Sword is a vicious sword after all. When the time comes, it will eventually devour your sanity, and you will eventually become the slave of that blood sword." Beibing Xuance's eyes flashed.
He replied with a look of regret.
He believed that with Jiang Duandao's intelligence and talent, his martial arts skills must not be inferior to him, and although he had reached the eighth level of "The Art of the Great Path", he knew that this was due to his chance. If
Without that opportunity, he could only linger on the seventh floor, unable to glimpse the threshold of the eighth floor.
"Whether it is the Netherworld Blood Sword or a divine weapon, now that it is in my hand, I can do many things. If I am enslaved by this Blood Sword in the future, that is also my business. There is no need for you to show off. The relationship between us is
The accounts haven't been settled yet, today you and I will use all our strength to fight a life and death battle without any regrets." Jiang Duandao lowered his head and stared at the bloody knife in his hand, and he said quietly.
After saying that, the cold evil aura around him suddenly rose, and the blood-colored evil light shot up into the sky. The evil light rushed into the sky, penetrating the jade-like cold air that was about to press down. And he held the knife in both hands, flowing
The blood evil aura on the blade condensed into a substantial red blood light. His eyes were filled with endless bloody red light. He held the knife in both hands, and a powerful aura appeared as if it was splitting the sky and splitting the earth.
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The cold current was rolling down, and the cold evil blood was majestic and ready to meet the sky. The aura gathered around them became stronger and more terrifying. The swords were roaring and the knives were roaring. Although the two confronting figures did not move at all, they
The auras gathering around him instantly intertwined like an explosion.
The cold breath turned into crystal snowflakes, falling from the sky, and the rays of blood turned into bright red flowers, heading towards the crystal snowflakes. The snowflakes condensed and froze.
The majesty of heaven and earth, the blood flowers bloom with devouring power, the snowflakes contain the coldness of the marrow, and the blood flowers are wrapped in the madness of madness.
The sword light flashed, the sword light appeared, and the snowflakes falling from the sky condensed into giant swords with white light. The giant sword slowly took shape on Beibing Xuance's head. He stretched out the two fingers of his left hand, and there
There was a slight flick of the long sword, and for a moment, the snowflakes falling from the sky and the giant sword swept away the chill that penetrated into the marrow and rushed towards Jiang Duandao.
When Jiang Duandao saw this, he didn't panic. He shouted in a deep voice, and his red eyes suddenly shot out two blood pillars of light. The blood knife in his hand could not help but tremble, and the blood flew up.
Blood flowers rose up layer by layer, and the blood flowers condensed with a terrifying feeling. The blood flowers bloomed from his feet as if they had swallowed up all the blood in the world. Suddenly, the blood flowers roared up and condensed into a bright red dazzling stick.
The bloody mad sword.
The mad knife rolled up the supreme demonic energy of the underworld. At this moment, the giant sword on Beibing Xuance's head moved towards Jiang Duandao with a cold icy intent. Jiang Duandao held the blood knife in his hand, and there was a lot of blood.
The flowers gathered together, and a peerless mad sword roared out. The blood-red light flowing around the mad sword was like drops of bright red blood. The mad sword rolled towards the giant cold jade with the power of destroying the world.
The sword dashed away.
There was a strange phenomenon in the sky. The upper half of the sky was filled with a jade-like coldness, while the lower half of the sky was filled with blood and energy, like a sea of blood and a forest hell. A giant condensed jade sword curled up with ice.
The force of Feng Wanli came down sharply from Beibing Xuance's head, and Jiang Duandao held the blood knife in both hands. Blood flowers rolled around him and condensed into a crazy knife with evil energy and blood light. The crazy knife brought
With the breath of death, he charged towards the giant jade sword with the power to destroy the world.
Time was frozen, and the two weapons condensed by true energy collided with each other with the force of penetrating the rainbow. Suddenly, everything stopped. There were only those two weapons hitting each other between heaven and earth, and the condensed
The breath and the demonic intent of the blood evil disappeared in this moment.
Everyone who had already retreated dozens of feet away could clearly feel the breath of death from the two weapons transformed by true energy. It was a kind of power of annihilation that could destroy the heaven and earth, and it was a kind of terrifying power.
The suffocating feeling of trembling in the soul. At that moment, it seemed like a world away, that moment, like rebirth, that moment made people feel the power of death. No one would question the power stirred up by that powerful confrontation, nor
People feel that they can completely withstand that sky-shaking blow.
Amidst the sinking wind and flowers, under the long years, that figure turns its feet in the meandering space. The flowing light of the long sword can be drank, and the fierce sword can be used in the snow. The graceful figure is as delicate as the snow dance. Be careful in your heart.
When the longings have long been cut to pieces by those in power, whether it is resentment or ignorance. Drinking and singing, a heroic life, all become regrets in the heart. The friendship of the same family in the robe, the chivalrous heart under the colorful swords, who will
Remember.
The bloody mad sword rolled up the death energy sinking into the underworld, the blood-coagulated red light rolled up all the evil thoughts in the world, and all the evil spirits swallowed up the origin of heaven and earth. Drops of bright red blood, dazzling lights, the resentful spirits in the chest
When will it be calmed down? Only by devouring all the essence and blood in the world can it be calmed down.
There was a "click", as if a tender heart was broken, and a crash, as if a snow-capped mountain was broken, or a glacier was shattered. There was no earth-shaking loud noise, no thunderous momentum that shook the world, only those clear and ear-piercing sounds.
The sound of breaking and breaking echoed in everyone's ears for a long time. It was like the sound of ice cubes breaking, like the sound of snowflakes melting. Although it was loud, it was still, although it was moving, it was still. Time was still, but the sky was making noise.
It was like a whisper in my ears, and it was also like the heroic oath. The sword shattered in that moment, and the agitated fragments were intertwined with the sword light and sword light. There was no curtain falling, and no one fell. The ice was scattered and crystal clear.
A point of light, like broken jade, a drop of blood, a piece of jade, a wisp of blood energy, an inch of ice crystal, the scattered energy lost all power, falling from the sky like a fairy scattering flowers.
"Puff", "puff", the two figures suddenly staggered. Although the weapons in their hands were tightly held, they could not help but tremble. Although the strong fighting spirit in their eyes increased instead of decreasing,
The aura around them was extremely sluggish. Everyone knew that the last blow between the two of them caused the most serious internal injuries to each other. The blood spurted out turned into a ball of blood mist, covering the crystal white ravine.
The ground was shockingly stained.
"Hahaha? 6??6??6??6??6??6??6??6?" Jiang Duandao suddenly threw his head back and laughed, and the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth flowed to his chest.
before, and finally flowed down from his chest, and the blood stains spread to his right hand like a drop of blood. The bright red blood flowed on the bloody knife in bits and pieces.
With a "buzz" sound, the blood knife seemed to come to life, and the sluggish aura around Jiang Duandao disappeared in that instant. An even more terrifying and powerful blood evil energy emitted from his body, and the blood knife was in his hands.
His hands were trembling slightly, as if he and the bloody knife had become one.
"In the end, you lost, but the price of your defeat is death." He shouted in a deep voice, "Do it!"