The Cangyun Xuanyin Divine Sword shone with a clear light: "More blood, no matter how much blood, can you fight me?"

The Demon Prince's face was congested, his blood vessels bulged, and he shouted: "What kind of crooked and evil way have you used! You can actually absorb blood qi from this son's blood method, but this son knows that the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life! Your sword law can't last long." ”

Cangyun didn't speak, it was a sword when he went up, and the demon boy waved his sword to block, and found that Cangyun's sword was weaker, and he was overjoyed: "It turns out that your sword momentum can't be stopped, otherwise the power will be weakened." ”

Cangyun said: "The blood qi here is so strong, it will take me less than ten rounds to raise the sword momentum, you are confident that you can kill me within ten rounds?"

The demon boy gritted his teeth with hatred, but he knew in his heart that how could ten rounds hurt Cangyun: "Rampant! This is the blood scattered outside, and it has no connection with this son, so it will be attracted to you, and the blood that this son personally took out, see if you can trigger it!"

Cangyun frowned slightly, and looked around, although the two people in the blood mist of the army were still fighting in the distance, it was extremely tragic, according to the plan, the beggar army should be attacking the rear of Zhao Tingjun.

"Do you want to kill people with your own hands?" Cangyun sneered, "When I won't stop you?"

The demon boy roared: "Why do you have to do it yourself, the blood here is the hands and feet of the son, and the sword of the son." ”

Cang Yun snorted: "You even want to kill your own subordinates, the Demon Sect Sect Disciples, to get blood?"

The Demon Sect said: "The Demon Sect, for the sake of the passage of the Heavenly God Treasure Road, as the sect leader, the responsibility of this son is to lead the sect members on the road to becoming immortals, even if it is not Ben Gongzi who finally sets foot on the Heavenly God Treasure Road, even if there is only one Demon Cultist who finally embarks on the Heavenly God Treasure Road, it is the victory of the Demon Sect! Death here is sacrifice, sacrifice for the great cause of the Demon Sect, it is the wish of all the disciples! Death does not belong to the Demon Cultists!"

As the leader of the cultivators in the upper realm, Cangyun is naturally powerless to refute the remarks of the demon prince, but this is a very common ideology in the cultivation realm, and even many sects in the lower realm, taking advantage of the people's desire for immortality and immortal law, they trumpet the spirit of dedication to cultivating the truth, and the followers are like clouds, even if they clearly know that the future is boundless, they will die for a lifetime, and even if they are deceived by money and a knife on their heads, there are still a large number of believers.

If there are only demon cultists on the battlefield, Cangyun doesn't bother to ask, let Zhao Ting kill casually, in order to reduce unnecessary casualties, Cangyun may also give some technical guidance, but now Zhao Ting is an opponent, there are Huang Erniu on the battlefield, there are Zhao Hong, there are Yang Shenglong, there are Hao Jianwei, there are many friends, those are the shining stars among all living beings, they are the stars that Cangyun wants to protect, and they cannot be buried in the blood mist of the Demon Sect.

Zhao Ting held up his left palm, the surrounding blood mist trembled, and a bright blood mist condensed in Zhao Ting's palm, this posture and feeling Cangyun was the most familiar, and it was similar to the Buddha's light.

Cangyun sighed, knowing that the lives of many ordinary soldiers were not guaranteed, but he did not have the means to resist Zhao Ting's magic, after all, this is the blood law of the Demon Sect, the blood mist is evil, and it is constantly spreading, if Cangyun can use the Buddha's light to shine, or he can have a fight, but Cangyun has cut off the Buddha's power, and in the blood mist, he also relies on the essence in the blood.

"Scatter! Bloody hand kill!" Zhao Ting clenched his left hand, and the blood mist was stunned.

Behind a soldier, a vague figure appeared in the blood mist, seemingly nothing, holding a long huge scythe, the soldier was fighting fiercely, where to take care of the danger behind him, the blurred figure scythe waved, the blood mist surged, the back of the soldier was really like being slashed by the sickle, almost the entire body was broken, and blood sprayed wildly. The soldiers who fought with him were quite surprised, and did not know which companion had helped to solve their opponents, and in their doubts, their heads separated, and their heads flew into the air, and blood spurted up a foot high.

There are many shadows in the blood mist, there is no distinction between the enemy and me, only ruthless slashing, with the spread of the blood mist, Zhao Hong's army, Zhao Ting's army fell indiscriminately in a circle, like wheat harvested in rows.

A man who joined the sky did not find his opponent, and was killing Zhao Tingjun like a wolf pack, suddenly feeling a chill behind him, more than ten years of fighting in the rivers and lakes made this man nervous, suddenly turned around, and stabbed out with a sword, only to see a huge scythe of a blurred figure in the blood mist being blocked by his own sword, and the tip of the sickle was only a piece of paper away from his forehead. The blurred figure couldn't hit a blow, and there was no pursuit, but it dispersed faintly, and the chilling killing intent on the sickle was still piercing, condensed but not dispersed. The man's heart was palpitating, but he didn't know what had just attacked him, and when he looked around, a large number of soldiers were falling, shattered, and blood was gushing.

The people of the sky, few of them were injured by the blurred figure in the blood mist, and the other masters also avoided the disaster of killing, watching the people around them fall one by one, they couldn't help but be at a loss, and stood on the spot, forgetting to fight with the opponent in front of them, and forgetting to explore what changes had happened to the blood mist.

The blood mist is thicker, the sky is darker, and the earth is redder.

If heaven and earth are about to be destroyed, such a strange thing suddenly happens, and mortals can't accept it for a while. However, the people of Cangtian had insight in the tomb of Tongsui, and they didn't care, but they didn't want to take the opportunity to kill Zhao Tingfang's masters.

Too many people have died.

The fragments of dead corpses completely cover the ground beneath their feet, and the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood are nothing more than that, this is a real hell on earth.

In the blood mist, strands of blood converged on Zhao Ting's body, flowing into Zhao Ting's body along the gap in the armor, and condensed into a pair of blood wings behind Zhao Ting, like a pair of thin palms clasped together, forward, half wrapped around Zhao Ting. The blood wings were bright red, and thousands of faces screaming in pain appeared from time to time.

"Have you ever seen such a sea of blood?" Zhao Ting felt that he had the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, and he floated a foot high, looking at Cangyun condescendingly, and suddenly felt contempt.

Cangyun secretly said that if it was really in the sea of blood, Lao Tzu would have kicked you in the face, and couldn't help shaking his head: "The blood of mortals has limited essence, even if you absorb the blood of the entire battlefield, you can't last a day and a half." ”

Zhao Ting said: "It's enough to kill you in half a day, after you die, who else can stop me!"

Cangyun said: "It's true that no one can stop you, you just made a mistake, and it will be you who will die." ”

Zhao Ting shouted violently: "Don't be ashamed!"

Volleyed down, before the knife arrived, the sword qi had already forced away the blood mist around Cangyun's body, and the blood-stained ground was slashed by the knife qi, flooding with cracks like blooming flowers.

Cangyun only felt that the essence in the blood that could be driven suddenly decreased, as Zhao Ting said, the people he personally killed, the blood that flowed out was closer, and it became very difficult for Cangyun to pull it.

The swords struck, Cangyun was unable to catch it for the first time, and flew back dozens of zhang before he stabilized his body in the muddy blood mud, and the demon boy Zhao Ting laughed wildly: "How about it! You are finally not the opponent of my Demon Sect's blood method! My Demon Sect dominates the Quartet in the upper realm!"

Without waiting for Cangyun to sneer at each other, Zhao Ting turned into a line of blood and ran to Cangyun, Cangyun had to resist, and was stopped by Zhao Tinggang's fierce knife dozens of zhang square, and the blood and corpses on the ground were knocked into the air by Cangyun's retreating force, and fell like rain.

Zhao Ting's fierceness exceeded Cangyun's expectations, it can only be said that Cangyun underestimated the cultivation of that senior in the Demon Realm, and this Demon Sect Blood Method naturally has its wonders. Or Zhao Ting overdrew his life, and fought with Cangyun to die or live, in order to leave a way to heaven for the descendants of the Demon Sect.

Zhao Ting's knife was faster than the other, and there were only blood lines left on the battlefield that were brought up by the clouds.

"Although I don't want to do this, today I still learn the swordsmanship of the second senior sister. Cangyun no longer directly confronted Zhao Ting, but relaxed, like Murong Su, the sword is soft, like layers of curtains, wrapping Zhao Ting's black knife layer by layer, Zhao Ting was still able to attack fiercely at the beginning, and laughed at Cangyun's femininity, Cangyun didn't care, but remembered the gentleness of the second senior sister, and couldn't help but smile, the sword was softer, the sword momentum was layered, and the essence in the blood was pulled again, surrounding Cangyun's body, sticking to Zhao Ting's black knife, making Zhao Ting's black knife heavier and heavier, and his body was slow, and he saw a beautiful fairy dancing sword in a trance, fluttering like a god, and it couldn't be a thing, that was Murong Su's thoughts brought out by Cangyun, Zhao Ting was stupid for a while。

If there are such fairies in the world, they can see their faces, although they are sorry to die.

"Bah, shameless demon! Use this kind of demon method to confuse the mind of this son!" Zhao Ting quickly came to his senses, he was extremely ashamed and angry, and he missed the scene of Fang Cai, the blood wings behind him shook, and he jumped back sharply, slashing out three sword qi, bright red, and slashing towards Cangyun.

Although Cangyun's soft sword momentum can affect the sword qi, it can't wrap it, and after blocking the three sword qi, the sword momentum is stunned, and the layers of essence around the body dissipate a lot, and the blurred fairy image dissipates instantly.

Seeing that this method worked, Zhao Ting swung the black knife wildly, and the knife qi came all over the sky, completely ignoring the consumption of his own internal force, and absorbed the blood qi even more frantically, with the expansion of the blood mist circle, more soldiers died tragically, and the blood and qi supplied to Zhao Ting continued to increase exponentially.

Cangyun is at the core of the bloody sword qi storm, that is, a person alone against thousands of troops, with the body of a mortal, how can he fight, the sword qi gathered around him quickly dissipated, and he had to constantly dodge the sword qi, if it wasn't for the Xuanyin Divine Sword in his hand, Cangyun would have been divided by the random knife.

Zhao Ting's laughter was like thunder, and a thin film entangled by blood vessels was born on the blood wings behind him, like a layer of dried meat, the blood wings were like life, and his wings shook, Zhao Ting rose to the sky, and after hovering in mid-air for a few circles, he looked at the clouds that were in tattered clothes and covered with blood, and laughed heartily: "You finally bleed, let Ben Gongzi suck your blood, see if it is really the blood of immortals, oh?

Zhao Ting saw that Cangyun's internal force was infused into his fingertips, and he was carving it on his body, and sneered: "Could it be that you also believe in the rumors of using acupuncture points to enhance your strength?

Cang Yun's face turned a little pale, and he smiled slightly: "This is called Spirit Rune Refining Body!"