Chapter Fifty-Eight: Ancestral Blood Burning

The terrifying attack is stalemate for a period of time before gradually weakening until the energy is exhausted.

"Knife splits the world!"

For this result, the sky dome was not surprised, the fierce light in his eyes was shining, the divine light was bright, and the killing intent was vast.

If the feather does not return, he will kill it!

A sword qi, bloody and bloody, shocked the sky, sharp and sharp, terrifying and palpitating.

This attack was several times more powerful than before.

"True Dragon Guardian!"

Feeling the terrifying bloody power of the void, Yu Bugui's face was serious, his scepter waved, and two true dragons appeared, lingering around his body.

From afar, his figure had vanished.

Only the dragon shadow shook the sky, the dragon claws shattered the void, and the dragon's tail was reincarnated.

It seems, incomparably powerful, unparalleled.

The dragon's eyes looked back, and thousands of them were gone.

"The cultivation of the Heavenly Dome is already close to that realm? If you don't return, you must ......"

Only Yu Youqi knew that at this time, Yu Bugui, who seemed to be extremely powerful, had fallen into the disadvantage and chose to defend.

Offense is always the best defense.

This sentence applies to all realms of cultivation.

Thundered~

The knife fell on the real dragon, making a huge sound, like the first sound of the world opening and echoing in the world, shocking people's souls.

This blow amazed the time and shone the universe.

"A thousand years have passed, and you are no longer the opponent of this seat!"

After two rounds, Tianqiong had already figured out the strength of Yu Bugui, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he said with a sneer and mockery.

At this moment, the bottom of his heart can be described as full of joy, and there is a feeling of raising his eyebrows.

The world is prosperous, and countless are like brocade, but they are not as good as at this moment.

"Poof~"

Under the sword qi, the dragon shadow trembled, and the golden scales dimmed and fell one after another.

Yu Bugui's complexion instantly turned pale, the qi and blood in his body boiled, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of hot blood.

Blood, golden yellow, with a strong coercion.

This is a qualitative change after the continuous evolution of life, and every drop of blood is equivalent to a precious elixir with powerful energy.

This drop of blood, weighing as much as ten thousand jun, shattered the void at the moment it fell, and smashed it towards a giant mountain dozens of miles away at a speed exceeding the speed of sound.

Thundered~

The mountain collapsed and the ground cracked, and the thousand-foot high mountain, like a papier-mâché, collapsed with a bang.

Yu Bugui retreated thousands of feet, his body rubbing against the void, producing bursts of sonic booms.

He fell to one knee and covered his chest with his right hand.

There, there was a huge knife mark, and blood flowed out.

"Haha, seven thousand years ago, in front of everyone's eyes, this seat was defeated by your trick and became the object of ridicule of countless people. ”

"Everyone in the world knows that you are not a heavenly pride, who knows that this seat is not weak? ”

"This hatred has always been remembered in my heart and will never be forgotten ......"

"Now, seven thousand years later, the world's prideful feather will not return, and you are finally defeated at the hands of this seat, do you feel very humiliated and unwilling?"

For the injured Yu Bu Return, Tian Qiong did not attack immediately, but laughed loudly, his face full of excitement.

Thousands of years of patience have finally ushered in this moment.

He, you have to be mocked.

Yu Bugui did not reply, silently mobilized his aura to repair the injury in his chest.

"Alright, get rid of it, and then snatch the center of Rock Tepe. ”

The eldest grandson urged, the words fell, and his gaze turned to look at Yu Youqi, and the killing machine shone.

Without any hesitation, the long sword in his hand flashed with blood and quickly slipped down.

Blood-colored, covering the sky.

Countless blood-colored sword flowers, flying in the void, beautiful, as if returning to the warm spring, the season when the flowers bloom all over the world.

How beautiful, breathtaking!

Yu Youqi was in high spirits, and took out a feather fan, each fan blade is made of 10,000-year-old Xuancai bird feathers, which is very powerful, comparable to immortal soldiers.

With a wave of his hand, flames flowed from the feather fan, and in the blink of an eye, it covered the sky.

Within a radius of several miles, it became a world on fire.

"Cry~"

A reddened bird, conceived from the flames, with its wings spread out, three thousand feet long.

After the appearance of the Xuanniao, the temperature around Zhennan City rose sharply, turning the bleak cold winter into a scorching summer.

"For a while, you hurry up and take His Royal Highness Shaojun away, and I will resist here. ”

Just when Yu Youqi was about to attack, Yu Bugui covered his chest with his left hand and held the scepter in his right hand, flew in front of Yu Youqi, and looked at the eldest grandson with cold eyes.

"But you're already hurt!"

Yu Youqi said worriedly, looking at the knife wound that could be seen in the white bones, his eyes showed distress, and there was a strong killing intent.

"It's okay, this injury is nothing, I guess Deng Pofeng, Dong helpless, those two guys are also around, you leave now, take Shaojun, you must live." ”

Yu Bu pretended to be relaxed.

After that, he didn't wait for Yu You's reply, and drank heavily: "Yu's ancestral blood, burn!"

A powerful aura emanated from Yu Bugui's body, and behind his seven-foot body, there was a cloud of black-red fireworks, revealing a tyrannical, supreme, and murderous aura.

The burning of ancestral blood is the last resort of the people of the Yu clan, and they obtain strong combat effectiveness by burning the essence blood in their bodies.

The purer the bloodline, the more terrifying it is to obtain the blessing of combat power.

Thundered~

A pillar of blood-red light rushed out from the top of Yu Bugui's head, towering into the sky, shattering thousands of zhang in the sky.

"Fight!"

Yu Bugui stepped out, his face was indifferent, his body was like a mountain, and he released a terrifying momentum, like a supreme god.

The golden scepter in his hand also turned blood-red at this moment, an unprecedented blood-red murderous aura, condensed into a blood dragon with teeth and claws, roaring and shocking, and in an instant, it blasted the eldest grandson away.

"Poof~"

The eldest grandson spurted blood without worry, his face was pale, and in the face of the burning ancestral blood, he did not have the slightest power to resist, his body was uncontrollable, and he fell directly thousands of feet away.

"Blood burns, you madman!"

He watched in horror as the blood flame burned, and the feather that did not move, said in shock.

A murderous aura struck him to a serious injury.

The bloodline of the Yu royal family is too powerful, no wonder there have been peerless Tianjiao in all dynasties to suppress the world.

It's just, it's a pity......

"No, don't ......"

Yu Youqi's complexion changed suddenly, and an indescribable tragedy surged into his heart.

As one of the peak powerhouses of the Yu Clan's royal family, how could she not know the consequences that would arise after burning her bloodline?

Although burning ancestral blood can obtain strong combat power, once the ancestral blood is burned, it will become a wasted person, and his muscles and veins will be broken, and he will become a vegetative person.

"Let's go!"

Yu Bu returned and roared, the scepter was still high in the sky, dozens of blood dragons circled in the sky, and the sound of the dragon's groan spread for thousands of miles.

"True Dragon Scales!"

The scales of dozens of blood dragons, the roots stood up.

Infinite blood light bloomed in the air, and the terrifying aura seemed to tear the sky apart.

"Damn bastards, defend together!"

The eldest grandson faced the sky without worry, and hurriedly shouted loudly.

In the face of this attack, he felt the threat of death, and he could not resist it alone.

"The true soul of the sword!"

They are all people in the same boat, and the sky can't sit back and watch the eldest grandson fall into a crisis, his figure flickered, and the sword swept away.

The sword hangs in the sky!

A sword light covered the blood dragon, like a river of knives hanging in the sky.