A faint layer of blood mist rose above the battlefield, and dark clouds gathered in the sky, obscuring the sky. Such a vision caused the two sides who were fighting fiercely to stop, and looked at the sky above in astonishment, as if it was a demon descending. The martial arts heroes who followed Cangyun into the tomb of Tongsui had seen many foreign objects, but they didn't care.

Boss Ma, Ou Yangming, and Dong Biao accompanied Cang Yun, Cang Yun couldn't help shaking his head when he saw the world changing color, and Boss Ma asked, "Master Cang, this, this, this is spiritual power? This is not something that mortals can do." ”

Dong Biao completely changed his mentality and became the loyal guard of the sky, took a sip of old phlegm, and said: "Witchcraft and evil arts, how can it be spiritual power?

Cangyun said: "Cultivators, the qi of heaven and earth, spiritual power is one of them, and blood qi can also be used as one of them, but spiritual power fills the heaven and earth, it is a ubiquitous vitality, blood and qi are not ordinary things, it is a breath containing extremely high energy, and many cultivators borrow biological blood and qi to cultivate." In the mortal world, there were many supernatural events on the battlefield of ancient times, because the battlefield was full of blood. In the battle in front of him, the blood flowed like a river, and the blood was surging, and it was normal for Zhao Ting to borrow the method of the Demon Sect to mobilize the blood and qi and perform some techniques that mortals could not reach. ”

Ou Yangguang exclaimed: "In this way, isn't Zhao Ting the same as the Demon Lord?How can a mortal be his opponent?" Ou Yangguang turned his mind to Cangyun's victory over the god-like tomb beast, and his heart was greatly relieved, and he added: "But the big dragon head is here, and he will definitely be able to kill the demon prince with one sword, and he can also retreat." ”

"That's a whole body retreat!" Boss Ma corrected: "Master Cang, how is it, do you have the confidence to beat that Zhao Ting to death." ”

Cangyun said: "The method I practice does not borrow the way of flesh and blood. ”

Boss Ma couldn't help but change color on his face, and Boss Ma said: "Then what should we do?" Master Cang, is it too much for us to fight Zhao Ting now? I see that the blood on the ground will dry up in a few days, or will we come back then?"

Cangyun laughed, dignified and respectful, how could he not mobilize his qi? Zhao Ting was able to borrow blood qi, Cangyun could naturally go deeper, and with the help of the essence in the blood qi, he was not on par with Zhao Ting. Seeing Cang Yun's relaxed smile, Boss Ma and the others breathed a sigh of relief, and Cang Yun said, "Don't enter the battlefield." ”

Boss Ma put his hands into the cuffs and hugged them to his chest: "Don't worry, we will never make a move." Please start your performance. ”

Cangyun didn't dare to slack off, if he went late, he was afraid that Yang Shenglong, Hao Jianwei, and Defa would be beheaded by Zhao Ting under the black knife, holding the Xuanyin Divine Sword, and flew straight to Zhao Ting, without stepping halfway to borrow strength, this kind of light work exceeded the understanding of Boss Ma and others, and applauded in unison.

A faint blood oozed from the cracks of Zhao Ting's black armor, and his eyes glowed red, Yang Shenglong looked at Hao Jianwei, Hao Jianwei looked at Germany and France, and his mind was the same, so he decided to shoot at the same time, looking at Zhao Ting's state, it was the same as taking the Ten Perfect Tonic Pills, and the blood mist around him knew that it was related to Zhao Ting without asking, and after a long time, I didn't know what kind of changes had occurred, only a quick battle, and the first result was the Demon Sect Master.

The three peerless masters thundered and struck, attacking together from three angles, three heights, and three strengths, it seemed that no one could avoid it, and the demon boy had no intention of dodging, the corners of his mouth were disdainful, and he slammed the black knife into the ground, and a thick red blood mist centered on the demon master, forming a circular blood wall, one zhang high, three feet thick, rapidly spreading outward, and there were eight black knife-like blood knives on the blood ring. This is the bloody battle in the Demon Sect knife method, it was originally a move, and now it is used by Zhao Ting to come out, fighting and changing, and at the same time forcing Yang Shenglong's direct stab, Hao Jianwei's strangulation, and the golden giant pestle of Defa, the three masters only feel that the blood wall is overwhelming, although only eight long knives are revealed, the hidden power in the blood wall is ready to move, and there may be a knife qi to hurt people at any time, and the three people are lost, and they retreat separately.

Zhao Ting had no chance to pursue, Cangyun carried the breath of Xuanbing, like a comet, slashing across the blood-red sky, reflecting everyone's faces, Zhao Ting only had time to pull out the black knife with his backhand and block it in front of him.

The loud sound sounded, and everyone only felt that the place where the Xuanyin Divine Sword and the black knife collided was distorted, and the bodies of Cangyun and Zhao Ting were erratic, like two pieces of paper swaying softly in the water. The land under Zhao Ting's feet turned into powder, mixed with the blood stains on the ground, and a burst of smoke and blood mist rose up, enveloping Cangyun and Zhao Ting layer by layer. Without waiting for everyone's reaction, a shockwave washed away the smoke and blood mist, revealing Cangyun and Zhao Ting, the two of them were like a statue glued together, Zhao Ting held the knife in his backhand, Cangyun was like a flying immortal outside the sky, hanging in the air, and the Xuanyin Divine Sword intersected with the black knife, becoming the only focus of the two.

Zhao Ting's long hair and Cangyun's clothes slowly floated in the air.

It seems like a moment, as if it were thousands of years.

This eternal moment is deeply imprinted in the hearts of all people.

The next moment, Cangyun had withdrawn from Baizhang.

"You're finally here. Zhao Tingdao.

Cangyun said: "I've always been there. ”

Zhao Ting said: "Really let you get the Xuanyin Divine Sword, don't think that you have a chance to win in this way." ”

Cangyun said: "Don't say more, you will be defeated today." Where's the Yang Sword?"

Zhao Ting sneered slightly: "You are really greedy, with the Xuanyin Divine Sword, you still want to covet the Yang Sword? Why, do you want to make a double sword and give it to the owner of Hao Jian Villa?"

Hao Jianwei shouted from afar: "I agree!"

Yang Shenglong shouted: "No!"

Defa chanted the Buddha's name: "The divine sword is too powerful, why don't you put it in the Duomu Temple to dissipate the evil spirit." ”

Zhao Ting did not have any fear in the face of the four masters in the martial arts, but completely let go of the uneasiness buried deep in his heart, and found that when facing Cangyun, it was not so terrifying.

"The four of you are on the same time, and this son will solve you and others in a battle. Zhao Ting said proudly.

Cangyun shook his head and said, "No, your opponent is only me, this is your honor." ”

Yang Shenglong and the three applauded in unison.

"Yes, Cangyun is right. Quick, strangle him!"

"That's right, boy!"

"Amitabha, the patriarch is mighty, he will be able to win a big victory, we don't have a guy to take advantage of, it's not good. The patriarch also said that it is not good to fight and kill every day. ”

Cang Yun secretly scolded Yang Shenglong and the three of them in his heart for being too unrighteous: "You are just afraid of his black knife!"

Yang Shenglong was unconvinced: "Come on, come on, you give me the Xuanyin Divine Sword, and the Bishop of Benzhuang will teach you swordsmanship!"

Hao Jianwei also shouted: "Young man, you have taken the divine sword of our villa, you can't work hard?"

The Demon Master held the black knife squarely, and the blood qi that permeated the battlefield became even stronger, stimulating the blood that seeped into the ground.

"You're still in the mood to take advantage of your tongue. Zhao Ting took a deep breath of blood and enjoyed it extremely much: "In front of my Demon Sect's blood method, you have no power to resist. ”

Yang Shenglong screamed nonsense, stabbed three swords out of thin air, and three blood-red sword qi stabbed Zhao Ting directly. Zhao Ting couldn't help but be stunned, and casually blocked Yang Shenglong's sword qi, although the sword qi was not very strong, it really absorbed the power of blood qi.

"How can you know my Demon Sect Blood Method?" Zhao Ting asked.

Yang Shenglong smiled proudly: "What kind of blood? This is because the meridians of the main village are accessible, and they run through the heavens and the earth, so they can naturally quote your breath here, how can you not use such a strong blood?"

Hao Jianwei and Defa Nei Gong have reached the realm of sensing heaven and earth, and after a long time in the blood and qi, they naturally have the slightest induction with the blood and qi, and in the operation of the internal force, they can call the inexplicable blood and qi power.

Cangyun said: "Don't be reckless, this kind of blood and qi can only exert its power with the Demon Sect exercises, if you are given some time, you can also understand and use the method, but it is too late now." Quickly retreat. ”

The two owners expressed their disdain for Cangyun's views, and one withdrew hundreds of zhang without breathing, and Defa recited the Buddha's name, and ran away, not forgetting to shout: "The ancestor is really wise, this kind of blood magic is not something that my Buddhist disciples should touch, it is really a sin, and the little monk will go to the wall to reflect." ”

The three of them all felt the power contained in the blood qi in the battlefield, if they could be completely triggered, no ordinary person could resist, and secretly scolded the Demon Sect for how could they pass down such a method. At the same time, I rejoiced in my heart that if it wasn't for the chaos of the war, the corpse mountain and the sea of blood, this kind of blood law could not be launched, this is more like the method of ending the war with war, and the battle to the final moment, the side that mastered this blood law must be the winner of the war.

If Cangyun is defeated, the Demon Sect will be able to achieve the final victory with the Demon Sect Leader Demon Gongzi alone.

Cangyun didn't care about the rich blood around him, but recalled the days in the sea of blood.

"Why are you fighting me?" A trace of blood penetrated into the body of the demon prince, and Zhao Ting's body swelled, swelling from a slender figure into a burly fierce man, feeling that his body was filled with infinite strength.

Cangyun's heart was empty, there were no immortals, no demons, no Buddhas, only a piece of Lingtai left, seeing that Huang Erniu had escorted Zhao Hong to retreat, Yang Shenglong and the three of them had long since disappeared, no longer saying more, and stabbed at Zhao Ting with a light sword.

The rise of the sword technique of Zhu Xian.

It was not the first time that Zhao Ting and Cangyun had fought each other, they were familiar with each other's moves, and they swung their knives on the top, rolling with the blood and qi in their bodies, their strength was vertical and horizontal, their sword skills were wide open and closed, and they laughed wildly: "What!

A large stream of blood mist was driven by the black knife, and the knife borrowed the fog momentum, and the fog fought the blade, and one knife slashed after another.

Cangyun only cares about running the sword momentum, how wonderful the sword technique of Zhuxian is, in an environment without aura, the power cannot be displayed, and in the blood and qi, the instinct of pulling the vitality of heaven and earth is brought into play. Zhao Ting found that the blood mist was surging under the Cangyun sword momentum, but there was a posture that could suppress the black knife sword momentum, which made Zhao Ting's heart surprised and his mouth bitter.

Could it be that he really can't defeat this Cangyun who is suspected of coming down from the fairy world?

Why is the other party's wonderful exercises endless, and in the blood and qi of painstaking management, Cangyun can still be taken the initiative?

Where is the magic face of the Demon Cult put in this way?

In the center of the battlefield, there was a thick blood mist, and two blood dragon-like sword intent swirled and bitten inside, and the ordinary soldiers had already retreated far away.

Zhao Ting's forehead condensed from blood into two demon horns: "Impossible! My Demon Sect cannot be defeated! I want more blood!"