Chapter 600: A Thousand Shots

After seeing the huge blood pool, the Qianzhang Blood Blade seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then the blade was directly inserted into the blood pool.

Gollum!

The Qianzhang Blood Blade seemed to have grown a big mouth, desperately devouring the blood in the blood pool, and soon, the blood pool was shallow.

"No!"

The old man guarding the ancestral hall finally couldn't help it, he swung his long sword violently, and the rolling vitality rolled with the rules of heaven and earth, and the boundless sword qi was like a storm, slashing towards the thousand-zhang blood blade.

But what was unexpected was that before the sword qi approached the blood blade, it was weakened by invisible fluctuations layer by layer, until it completely disappeared.

"How can this be, my sword qi is actually ineffective against it?" the old man was stunned.

The dignified seventh-order king has great power when he waves his hand, but his sword can't even touch the true body of the blood blade.

Seeing this scene, Qin Xuan and the three of them gasped.

"Yuqiong, what should we do now, are we still here?" King Chongjun's voice trembled a little.

From the condensation of the blood-colored alien beast group into a thousand zhang blood blade, to the splitting of Stanley Peak, only a few breaths have passed, they really can't believe that in just a few breaths, that thousand zhang blood blade has destroyed the Liu family.

"I'm afraid it's too late to leave now," King Yuqiong shook his head and said in a deep voice, "With the speed of that thousand-zhang blood blade, even if it is thousands of miles away, it can catch up quickly, so it's better to stay here and join forces with the Liu clan to fight against this blood blade." ”

King Chongjun nodded.

Indeed, the blood blade can instantly cross a distance of dozens of miles and split through Stanley Peak, and the speed has reached the level of a grandmaster, even if they want to escape, they can't escape!

King Yuqiong looked at Qin Xuan again, "Fellow Daoist Zheng, I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you today!"

Qin Xuan shook his head with a smile, "Being able to see the battle of the rule realm, Zheng died without regrets." ”

"Okay, just by virtue of Daoyou's words, I recognize you as a friend!" King Chongjun laughed, took out three jars of good wine from the Sumeru bag, held one jar himself, and threw the other two jars to King Yuqiong and Qin Xuan, "After drinking this jar of wine, we will go and fight with that bloody blade." ”

"Good!"

King Yuqiong and Qin Xuan took the wine jar and drank bitterly.

On the other side, the old man guarding the shrine was still condensing his sword qi and attacking the Qianzhang Blood Blade.

The blood pool is too important to the Liu family, and it has accumulated the hard work of generations of the Liu family, if there is no blood pool, the Liu family will completely decline.

The old man who guarded the shrine attacked again and again, and finally angered the pupils in the depths of the darkness.

"Hmph, a seventh-order junior, he dares to make a move on the deity, it's really impatient!"

The pupils in the depths of the darkness snorted, and the intense murderous aura almost condensed into substance.

With such a huge murderous aura, even the Sword Ghost Elder is far inferior, and I don't know how many living beings it has killed in order to condense so much murderous aura.

"But since you are a descendant of the deity, and you have cultivated to the seventh order, you are suitable to be a puppet clone, so I will spare your life for the time being!" Hitomi thought for a moment, then continued.

Before it was sealed, how could it care about a seventh-order descendant, let alone a low-level human race.

But now it is too weak, and the Spirit Slayer Blade alone is not enough to survive the upcoming three calamities and nine tribulations, and one more puppet clone can also have one more hope of saving one's life.

The blood in the pool of blood was quickly sucked dry, leaving only the dry stone wall, and the blood blade flew towards the old man guarding the shrine.

"Yuqiong, Chongjun, you are not yet

Do you want to make a move?" shouted the old man anxiously.

In the face of a thousand bloody blades, with his strength alone, there is only one way to die, and only when the three of them join forces can there be a glimmer of life.

King Yuqiong and King Chongjun hurriedly urged their vitality to help.

At this moment, the blood blade fled into the depths of the void, and in the next moment, when the blood blade reappeared, it had already come to the old man guarding the shrine.

"Void escape!" King Yuqiong and King Chongjun exclaimed, and the old man guarding the shrine turned pale.

Sou!

The sword light split the void and directly cut off the body of the old man guarding the ancestral hall.

The dignified seventh-order king was actually cut off by the blood blade without any resistance, this scene made the battle intent in the hearts of King Yuqiong and King Chongjun disappear, and they hurriedly fled into the distance with Qin Xuan......

Far away in the mountains a million miles away.

The aura rose to the sky, and a warrior figure wearing an ancient mask walked out from the depths of the mountain range.

The warrior's feet were covered with formation patterns, exuding amazing aura fluctuations.

This is a continental teleportation array.

Shuntian Pavilion has arranged continental teleportation arrays on several continents, which can rescue hundreds of millions of miles apart.

Different from the ordinary continental teleportation array, the continental teleportation array is extremely high-level, and only the formation grand master who has mastered the three-attribute space divine array can arrange it, and it needs to consume a large amount of spiritual materials in the space to build, so there are not many in the entire martial arts world.

As the leader of the human race, Shuntian Pavilion is also the only force capable of deploying the continent's teleportation array.

The masked Emperor of Suncheon Pavilion walked out of the mountain range, holding a delicate bronze mirror in his hand.

"In that direction. The Emperor of the Shuntian Pavilion glanced at the bronze mirror, quickly locked the direction of the blood blade, and then escaped into the depths of the void.

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