Sword God

As if there was an inexplicable call, let Chen Zong approach and step into the calm blood pool.

Chen Zong was not impulsive, went to the edge of the blood pool to resist the increasingly strong call, and observed carefully.

This should be the deepest part of the cave, and I also found twenty blood spirits, which is equal to two thousand points of merit, which is an extraordinary gain.

However, Chen Zong felt that there must be a treasure in this blood pool, but there was an inexplicable feeling, as if he had entered the blood pool, the consequences were unpredictable.

The thoughts turned sharply, Chen Zong stepped back, and at a moment, a blood mang flew out of the blood pool without warning, extremely fast, like a long whip, fiercely tearing the air and hitting it into one. Circle, roll to Chen Zong.

This attack contains two kinds of power changes, direct attack and entanglement, which perfectly combine into one and cut off all the retreats of Chen Zong.

In danger, the sword really came out of the sheath, gently picking a stab, hitting a point on the blood-colored whip, as if hitting a snake's seven inches, the blood-colored whip shook suddenly, as if losing all its strength Become soft.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chen Zong retreated quickly, but saw that the whip seemed to be imbued with new power, and it suddenly exploded, as if a sharp sword was assassinated.

It was fast and fierce, as if the **** meteor broke through the sky, with a strange wave of breath, which made Chen Zong feel a great threat and looked dignified.

Behind the sword, the sword came out of the sheath and cut it off directly, slicing the tip of the **** long whip, but I saw the **** long whip extremely flexible, avoiding Chen Zongyi sword chopping, bypassing the sword body, the speed surged, and stab Chen Zong's heart must be broken through.

For no reason, Chen Zong felt a palpitation.

The two swords were drawn in a circle, two beautiful sword lights crossed, sealing all changes in the Scarlet Whip.

Suddenly, every figure came out of the blood pool, with a strong blood light, like four off arrows flying towards Chen Zong.

Jinghong glanced at it, Chen Zong felt that the four figures seemed a bit familiar, but the four figures were approaching, and an astonishing murder swept across them, leaving Chen Zongtong cold.

With a circle of double swords, they blocked the four blood-monger attacks, and the blood-colored long whip passed through the dead end like a serpent waiting for opportunity, and stabbed from the back of Chen Zong to the heart.

The five-sided pinch increased the pressure on Chen Zong.

But I saw Chen Zong's body flicker, swept away by a psychedelic light, disappeared from the place.

"How are you?" After avoiding all attacks, Chen Zong also saw the four blood-filled figures, his face suddenly changed.

Those four people are impressively the four people who stepped into the cave with themselves not long ago. They are all core disciples of Taiyuan Tianzong.

I only stepped into the cave with myself not long ago, only separated at the first fork, and now I have turned into a ghost like this, with a **** face and cold eyes, as if I don't recognize Chen Zong.

It feels like four puppets.

The four were completely under control, but no matter what Chen Zong thought, he attacked again.

Although these four are the core disciples in each mountain, the strongest are only reaching the first pole level, and they are not Chen Zong's opponents at all. However, they are more powerful now, at least wrapped in blood. All have an increase of 30%.

Rao is so, they are still not Chen Zong's opponents.

Under the two swords, the four were repulsed one after another. They were also the core disciples of Taiyuan Tianzong, and there was no conflict. Chen Zong naturally would not kill them all at once.

However, the four people who were hit were unharmed, and the blood of the whole body blocked them from all attacks.

He flew to the ground again, and the Scarlet Whip was waiting for the opportunity.

"Clash!"

One sword was drawn out, incorporating the small true meanings of the true meaning of the three types of swords. The gray-white sword light with a trace of crimson tears the sky, and the **** long whip is also broken.

The other sword crossed a half-arc and repelled the four figures again, and even scattered the blood on their bodies.

Taking advantage of the situation, Chen Zong attacked again with a sword, punching nothingness into the body of the four, defeating their strength, and was unable to shoot again for a while.

But the metamorphosis was abrupt, and two more figures emerged from the blood pool. The speed was faster and the blood was more than doubled, as if two **** meteors were killed in the air.

Boom!

The momentary collision, the terrible force shocked and shook, the two bloods regressed, Chen Zong also flew back, the two swords trembled, his arms were slightly numb.

Strong!

Very strong!

At least the strength of the second pole.

The blood was very strong, but at the moment of the collision, Chen Zong also saw the faces of two people, one was a middle-aged person, and the other was an old person. Both were strange faces.

As soon as they landed, they kicked suddenly and rushed towards Chen Zong at a faster speed.

Strike!

Since he is not a person he knew, Chen Zong would not be polite. Swords were shot through the air, and Jian Guang tore through the sky, killing both at the same time.

Chen Zong also made some adjustments in this attack. According to the characteristics of the sword itself, the strength of Xiaozhenyi was weakened, but its power was not weakened, but it was stronger.

The blood on the two men was broken, and the sharp swords left two sword marks on the two men's bodies, showing the bones.

However, the two of them did not feel like half points, and they culled again without fear of death.

Chen Zong's brow frowned slightly. In this case, don't blame me for killer.

Cangyu Feng!

One sword was broken, and the blood of the two was cut again, like a bamboo shoot, nothing to stop. Jian Feng cut the two bodies, one sword and two broken, but no blood was diffused, as if the blood in the body had already disappeared.

Cangyu's front, all firmly cut.

The two were more powerful, and their bodies could not be reorganized after being cut off. Chen Zongshuang held the sword naturally, and his sharp breath permeated the whole body, as if numerous swords were cutting back and forth. His eyes were a little sharp, flashing the cold light, staring That blood pool.

"Come out." The tone was cold, like Jin Tie sympathy.

Chen Zong can be sure that there must be something in that blood pool, some special things, maybe people or not people.

Chen Zong's words fell, but the blood pool was motionless.

The two swords trembled, dozens of swords were broken, and they rushed up into the sky, traversed a beautiful trajectory, and came to tens of meters in height, and then shot down like meteors.

The snoring sounds continuously, but not many splashes. Every sword qi falls into the blood pool, but only makes a slight sound, makes a slight ripple, and disappears without a trace.

Chen Zong frowned, her eyes narrowed.

Suddenly, a bunch of bubbles burst out on the blood pool, making a cooing sound, as the bubbles burst and burst, the blood pool began to emit a scarlet light.

Chen Zong's face became more dignified, and from the blood pool that was constantly bubbling, I felt a wicked breath slowly spreading, as if some kind of evil was recovering.

Immediately, all the red light shrank toward the center, and a huge blood-colored bubble quietly emerged, without breaking, but flying upwards, floating above the blood pool, and faintly seeing a figure inside.

As that huge blood-colored bubble emerged, the wicked atmosphere became stronger and stronger, and Chen Zong was disturbed.

His eyes narrowed like needles, staring at the figure in the blood-colored bubbles.

Suddenly, the blood-colored bubbles quickly contracted into the interior and were absorbed by the figure. The skinny figure that seemed to be getting full seemed to be full, like a blown ball, and the evil atmosphere also strengthened. The temperature inside the cave's belly dropped a lot.

When the blood-colored bubbles were completely absorbed, a figure appeared clearly in front of Chen Zong, floating directly above the blood pool.

He was wearing only a pair of blood-red bloomers, a cloak of the same blood-red cloak that seemed to stick to his shoulders, and naturally fell down. His hair was like weeds, his face was thin, and his sunken eyes made his eyes look deeper and darker. Like the eyes of evil spirits, the cheeks of the sunken cheeks protrude, and the upper body, uncovered by clothing, is also thin, and the ribs on both sides are clearly visible.

The thin arms also had blood-red wristbands covered with strange patterns, the same patterns on the cloak on the back and the bloomers on the lower body, very secretive, like some kind of symbol.

Leaving aside his eyes and blood-red appearance, it's like a famine refugee, but Chen Zong would definitely not think so, because the breath emitted by this person is so vicious that he can only see it in his life.

And this breath seems to be better than the pseudo-transcendent realm.

Extraordinary Realm!

This is an extraordinary powerhouse!

Chen Zong could not help sinking.

Your current strength is indeed good, but in the level of pseudo-transcendental realm, it is considered to be among the best. However, compared with the true transcendental strong, there is still a significant gap. That is the essential difference, and it is the firefighting than the moon The difference is the difference between a kitten and a big tiger.

"Humble insect, you dare to wake up the demon." Yin Yin's voice was extremely hoarse, as if two pieces of metal were rubbing, making Chen Zong's eardrums uncomfortable.

Immediately, I saw the figure falling, standing on the blood pool, staring from the sunken eyes, making Chen Zong's body involuntarily tightened, as if bound by invisible forces, a chill emerged from the inner heart uncontrollably, and instantly diffused The whole body made Chen Zong feel cold and numb all over his body, as if his blood and strength had become stagnant, and he was almost solidified.

terrible!

Extremely scary!

Compared with the feeling brought by the extreme environment of anyone who Chen Zong has encountered ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~, it is much more terrible, even Xia Yuanshan at that time did not bring himself such a creepy feeling.

It's like a kind of repression, a kind of unrecognizable repression, which has no direct relationship with strength.

"Who are you?" Holding back the chill and consternation that kept coming from him, Chen Zong even clenched his swords and asked intently.

"I ... weak bug, are you asking about the identity of the demon envoy?" The yin voice sounded again: "The demon envoy is one of the demon envoys under the blood foam of Tiangu Demon Hall. It is very vigorous, it turns out to be pure Yang Qi and blood. If you absorb your Qi and blood, the magician will be able to recover more strength. "

At the moment the sound dropped, the demon made a wave of his hand, and the **** cloak behind him seemed to be blown by the strong wind. When it suddenly fluttered, a ray of blood flew like a bird to Chen Zong.

It is extremely fast, silent, and it emits amazing vicious atmosphere fluctuations.