The night is getting deeper.

It's dark and cold, and the silence is terrifying.

The waning moon hung high for nine days, like a scimitar, slashing above the canopy.

The stars have dimmed.

"Boom!"

A loud bang that opened the world fell straight into the depths of people's hearts, stirring up thousands of waves and shocking boundlessly.

Two young figures stood in the boundless darkness of the night, and in the midst of everyone's attention, the fire shone on the two of them.

The first style of confrontation!

Above Zhao Xin's hands, the light was shining, the spear in his hand trembled slightly, and several blood dragons burst out, but it was the most terrifying killing technique in the world, invincible.

The sword slave let out a long roar, and the mana that surpassed the true yuan poured out, shaking the whole body, and the martial arts field trembled, and a wisp of blood-colored light surged out, wrapping around it.

Grains of sand and dust floated up, submerged in the brilliance, and turned to ashes.

The sword slave's eyes were resolute, his eyes were endlessly crazy, and with a sudden step, wisps of blood-colored mist rose, forcing forward Zhao Xin, and with each step, the oppressive force of the ten directions would increase by one point, and the earth would sink.

"Shura Slash!"

An angry shout sounded, and a little bead of blood poured out of the sword slave's body, and the majestic energy poured out, and the murderous aura in the sky burst out, turning into a blood-red sword dozens of zhang long, as if it was about to tear the entire heaven and earth apart!

His shabby gray linen clothes were windless, and they made a hunting sound, and countless energies burst out from his body, and the sackcloth cracked inch by inch.

The blood-red gas filled even more, drowning the figure of the sword slave, and the fierce cold murderous aura burst out, turning into a blood-red long sword, as if it was about to tear the entire heaven and earth apart.

The sea of qi in his body was burning wildly, and a trace of mana swam out along the veins to his left hand.

"Kill!"

"Kill! Kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The sword slave roared wildly, his black hair fluttering, bathed in the blood mist, like a hellish Shura appearing in the world.

"This is impossible, absolutely impossible! Without completely stepping into the secret realm of supernatural powers, his physical body is not enough to support him to use this move!"

Several elders in the distance exclaimed.

"Something is wrong with him! His face is pale, and his vitality is passing quickly! Could it be that he is taking a forbidden drug?" a young elder guessed with a solemn look in his eyes.

"As soon as Shura comes out, everything will be destroyed! Even if this Shura slash in front of him only has one ten-thousandth of its Dao rhyme, it is definitely not a junior's stop! It's a pity......" An old elder sighed and looked at Zhao Xin, with a little more regret on his face.

"Wrong! It's not a banned drug!

A one-eyed elder stretched out his hand and pointed at it.

Everyone's eyes fell on the sword slave's naked body.

I saw that the sword slave's thin body bathed in the blood-colored mist, unexpectedly cut the wounds of the Dao Dao up and down, and the blood on it flowed sideways, but it never dripped to the ground, and when every drop of blood flowed out of the body, it was triggered by an inexplicable force, suspended in the void, and then shattered into countless tiny particles.

The blood-colored mist was actually melted by the blood of the sword slave.

"This is a Shura sacrifice!"

An elder with white hair and drooping old age was shocked and said, "Haven't such a vicious practice been lost a long time ago, how could he......!

"Shura sacrifice?"

When the elders heard this, they looked at the sword slave again, his wounds were heavy, the blood was not stopping, and his eyes gradually moved up, but it was an extremely calm face, and his eyes faintly contained a little joy.

Rao is these elders have been through wind and rain for a long time, and at this moment, their whole body can't help but feel cold, and there is a sense of coldness between their hands and feet.

At the top of the attic.

"Ninth Grandfather, what is the Shura Sacrifice?"

Luo Yu looked at the Nine Elders suspiciously.

The gray pupils of the Nine Elders lit up slightly, and his voice was hoarse: "There are two ways to perform Shura slashing in this way, one is to take forbidden medicine, and the other is Shura sacrifice, as the name suggests, sacrifice with your own blood to summon the power of the Shura gods in the underworld, but this kind of exercise is too vicious, and often the caster will not die or be crippled after casting, so it has been abolished by the Supreme Sect Leader hundreds of years ago and burned to the bottom of the abyss!"

"And how does he know?"

Luo Yu was surprised.

At a glance at Elder Xuan Bin, her majestic face looked a little gloomy at this moment, and she also fell silent.

......

Zhao Xinmei's expression was solemn, he did not reserve, and showed his strength thoroughly. A tsunami-like True Yuan emerged from its body, which was a symbol of reaching the late stage of the Heavenly Yuan Realm.

In the past ten days, he had been killing frantically in the Netherworld Forest, and his cultivation had jumped from the innate peak to the late stage of the Tianyuan Realm, and this cultivation speed was beyond the scope of comprehension.

"Blood Dragon Nine Kills!"

With a low shout, the blood and qi on Zhao Xin's body were boiling, like magma, with a blazing breath of destruction, gathered into the spear in his hand, the body of the spear was brilliant, glowing, and ignited with blood-colored brilliance, this shot will definitely be peerless in the world.

Zhao Xin's figure turned into a blood god, the huge aura scattered, the ground seemed to be about to crack, his strength was terrifying, his eyes flashed, and an extremely low voice sounded.

"Instant Killing Dafa!"

"Boom!"

The gun is like a dragon, the gas is like the sea, the power is like a mountain, and the blood dragon is roaring, murderous!

"This Zhao Xin has cultivated the Dafa of Instant Killing, I'm afraid that under the secret realm of supernatural powers, he is an invincible existence!"

Ming Heng, the first person in the outer gate, was ashamed when he saw this, and then sighed, "It's a pity, it's still no match for the sword slave!"

At the height of the attic, Elder Xuan Bin and the Ninth Elder both nodded slightly, feeling that Zhao Xin was dead or alive.

Next to the two of them, Luo Yu's beautiful eyes stared at the arena tightly, her jade fingers trembled slightly, for some reason, she was worried about the unruly teenager.

The sword slave's Shura slash is too powerful, condensing the essence and spirit into one sword, and after this sword, he himself will become the end of the strong crossbow and be slaughtered by others.

But this sword is beyond common sense, it belongs to the existence of the level of the secret realm of supernatural powers, it is a power beyond the level of the secret realm of the physical body, no matter how this Zhao Xin struggles, the result is obvious.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

In the blink of an eye, two blood-colored breaths collided together.

The huge martial arts arena was shaken, and pieces of bluestone continued to shatter like wind and clouds, turning into fine dust and enveloping the audience.

After the blow, smoke and dust billowed from the audience.

There was silence in all directions, and everyone was waiting for the result with their eyes wide open.

When the dust cleared, a thin figure was revealed, a sackcloth was slightly torn, but the whole face was extremely pale, and his eyes were red, and he was constantly panting.

"This kid is so powerful, he actually hurt me. ”

The sword slave muttered to himself, the hand holding the sword was shattered, the blood slowly flowed, and the iron sword was also shocked away.

"But Zhao Xin is still dead, you can explain it to the adults. ”

A relieved smile appeared on his face, but the next moment, the smile suddenly froze.

When the dust cleared from the farthest distance, a figure staggered to his feet, his crimson clothes stained with blood, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, and he barely stood up with his spear supporting the ground.

The sword slave is really strong.

The power of this level of mana is indeed far above the true element.

The Shura slash is even more terrifying!

He was defeated, but held on.

Open the template.

Name: Xin Zhao

Cultivation: Flesh Secret Realm Five Heavens (Late Stage)

Exercise: Xiaotian Demon Gong [Consummation] Blood Dragon Nine Kills (First Layer) [Consummation]: Master the first layer of the Mysteries of the Blood Dragon Nine Kills [Instant Killing Dafa]

Talents: Soul Reaper (Strength for each unit killed) Crimson Reaper (Blood Affinity...... ）

Avatar: Nether Walk (Platinum) Purification (Bronze)

Skill points: 83 (upgradeable exercises, supernatural powers)

Passive Skill: [Decisive]: When Zhao Xin's third attack deals extra damage and heals himself!

Mall (already open)

Ready: [Light Boots] [Tempest Greatsword] [Vampire Scepter] [Zealot Armor]

Gold: 129

In the past ten days, he has not only raised his cultivation to the Tianyuan Realm, but also obtained thousands of gold coins in the hunting of the Netherworld Forest.

He spent nearly 3,000 gold coins to purchase a [Fanatic Armor], which greatly increased Zhao Xin's vitality and life recovery ability.

He is now an unbeatable Xiaoqiang!

"You're not dead?

The sword slave's face was already pale and weak, and there was a look of resentment in his eyes: "No, you must die, you are my freedom!"

The sword slave slowly walked towards the iron sword that had fallen in the distance, which was only a dozen feet away, and he fell three times.

His heart was already full of despair, and this sword that drained all his strength did not kill Zhao Xin, which basically meant that he could not complete the task and could not kill Zhao Xin.

Once Zhao Xin's life is in danger, Zhao Xin will definitely admit defeat, and the referee who has been waiting for a long time will stop him from continuing to sell, and his sword under serious injury is definitely not faster than the referee's body.

The sword slave shouted in despair, desperately rushing towards Zhao Xin, his vision gradually blurred, and he couldn't see Zhao Xin's body.

He stood in the wheat field, the autumn breeze was blowing, the yellow ears of rice were floating, rolling like the waves, he could clearly hear the soft chirping of crickets in the mud, all of which was like his long-lost dream scene.

Two little girls with ponytails walked over, took his hand, and smiled sweetly: "Brother, my mother asked you to go back." ”

He looked into the distance, and at sunset, the sunset was red, and under the thatched hut, a woman in simple clothes was smiling and waving to him.

......

Zhao Xin stayed where he was, and he saw that the sword slave's eyes were gradually losing their color, turning into gray, and the last tears were falling, completely losing their light.

At this moment, a smile appeared on the corner of the sword slave's mouth.

That Shura Slash had already exhausted all his vitality, and he was just returning to the light.

"I'll kill him. ”

Zhao Xin walked to the sword slave and promised again.

This time no one responded to him, and the people on the ground were completely relieved and could not see anything.

Zhao Xin's heart is heavy, but off the field is the opposite.