Many of the scenery in front of me began to shake from side to side.

Including the pale Deng Weipeng, including the ring under his feet, including the bottom of the ring, countless crowds of people like ant nests stacked together.

Isn't this the rhythm that is about to enter the devil?

It's just sad that this time is the wrong time and place.

Without that kind of ubiquitous timely and powerful rescue, if you don't defeat the guy in front of you, you can't save Jin Cancan, not to mention, you will die blindly.

In the midst of many frightened struggles, Xiao Yu stood up firmly, and first bit the tip of his tongue ruthlessly.

In the severe throbbing pain, Xiao Yu only felt that his spiritual platform was cold, and many things that were floating in front of him began to regain their clarity again.

Xiao Yu could even feel that a small stream of fishy, salty blood began to ooze from the wound on the tip of his tongue in his mouth.

own blood.

Raising his face, Xiao Yu swallowed the warm liquid in his mouth in one gulp, then condensed all the spirit in his body, and slowly raised the sword in his palm again.

The Red Sky Sword stained with his own blood.

To Xiao Yu's surprise, the Chixiao Sword in his hand, after drinking his own blood, actually began to gradually change color again.

From a faint red to a pure blood red.

Blood red the same color as Xiao Yu's blood.

The original faint sword qi became extremely dazzling at this moment.

As a result, the blood-red Chixiao Sword showed a bit of shocking weirdness and demonic aura.

Deng Weipeng, who was on the other side, was also so shocked that he couldn't speak:

"Sword, you sword...... Wicked, wicked! ”

Wicked?

With red eyes, Xiao Yu stared at the Chixiao Sword in his hand.

I've been carrying this ancient divine weapon for so long, and I have never felt that this sword has been so satisfying.

Is it like the legendary Luma, psychic, who knows the Savior in time?

While he still has a sense of sobriety and a bit of strength, hurry up and destroy the traitor in front of him!

The power of thought surges, and the sword light rises!

Biting his lower lip, Xiao Yu began to fly into the sky gently and skillfully!

The martial arts moves on the Baishi image that day began to flow like clouds and rivers again, passing through Xiao Yu's mind.

The sword in his palm hummed softly.

There is no need to deliberately care about anything, the sword moves in Xiao Yu's palm are like ghosts making gods like divine help, one move after another, and they are quickly handed out.

has just lost the steel whip that he can handle, and Deng Weipeng has long lost his previous arrogance.

Now, when Xiao Yu's Chixiao Sword was delivered with a non-stop wind-swept move, Deng Weipeng only had one step and couldn't dodge.

It's just that Xiao Yu, who was before entering the demon, was surging with mental power all over his body, and the Chixiao Sword was pressing tightly, like a mad tiger.

Finally, Deng Weipeng, who had no way to retreat, was finally forced to retreat to the edge of the ring railing with a frightened face.

Looking at Xiao Yu who was crazy, he no longer had the previous madness, but just resisted incessantly:

"No, no, no......"

Holding the Chixiao Sword, Xiao Yu couldn't help but sneer again:

By this time, Uncle Deng, do you actually know that you are afraid?