This kind of sword intent was something that Zhao Bing hadn't felt before. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Even in the face of God, this dragon's blood sword was not so powerful.

On the Demon Suppression Cliff, the white bones turned to ashes, dancing wildly in the wind, and the dragon blood sword suddenly transformed into a blood-red dragon, churning in the air, opening its mouth, and flames gushing out from its mouth, rushing towards Wei Wuji on the opposite side.

Wei Wouji's heart began to tremble, and a shadow of death hung over him, causing his face to change drastically.

Suddenly, he recognized the Dragon's Blood Sword.

But at this point, he had no way out.

Heaven and earth were blocked by sword intent, and he couldn't move at all, so he bit the tip of his tongue, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then pointed at the blood dragon in the air, and the small green sword turned into a cyan giant python, let out a mournful roar, spit out a puff of turquoise venom from his mouth, and pounced on the blood dragon.

The blood dragon was instantly haunted by greenery, but the giant python was firmly grasped by the blood dragon's double grasp, and then swallowed it in one gulp.

Click!

It was as if there was a real sound of bones breaking.

The green python let out a mournful roar, and in the blink of an eye, it was swallowed without a trace.

Wei Wuji's chest ached, and he instantly lost contact with the flying sword.

The sky gradually cleared.

The giant python transformed by the emerald green sword had disappeared, and countless green powders could be seen floating in the wind.

Wei Wuji's natal flying sword was directly crushed and vulnerable.

Zhao Bing's dragon blood sword floated in the air, the tip of the sword pointed at Wei Wuji, extremely calm.

The blade of the sword was originally bright red, but now it was stained with a little green, like a red rock covered with dots of grass.

Wei Wuji's face was extremely ugly, he looked at the dragon blood sword in front of him, and couldn't help but admire: "It is worthy of the dragon blood sword, it is really not comparable to ordinary spirit swords, it's just that after being poisoned by me, it will never return to its former glory, which is really a pity." ”

Zhao Bing was also silent, a little heartbroken.

This dragon blood sword is his natal spirit sword, which is naturally cherished and saved his life twice, and he naturally has a strange relationship with this dragon blood sword.

Seeing that the body of the sword was mottled, as if it had been buried in the soil for many years, as if it had grown green moss, how could he not feel heartache.

The connection between Zhao Bing and the flying sword seems to have faded a lot, and the sword spirit in this dragon blood sword does not seem to be controlled by people, for example, at this time, it stays quietly in the air.

"Is he also sad in his heart?"

Zhao Bing thought in his heart, a little worried that the flying sword had been damaged a lot, maybe the sword spirit inside had also been poisoned.

How can I detoxify him?

Zhao Bing thought a little stupidly.

The sword spirit is naturally a dragon drinking blood, and for Zhao Bing, the former is not only the sword spirit, but also his benefactor, and the senior master on the path of cultivation, so he has always respected him.

But at this moment, the dragon blood sword, which was originally stationary, suddenly trembled, and the frequency became faster and faster.

Burst!

A puff of sparks suddenly appeared on the blade of the sword.

The sparks of the stars seemed to be on fire, and more flames crawled all over the sword body.

Zhao Bing was already dumbfounded, not knowing what was going on, at this moment, the trace of divine sense connection between him and the flying sword was completely broken.

The flying sword seemed to have life, out of Zhao Bing's control.

In this regard, Zhao Bing was very helpless.

But his mind at this time was completely attracted by the flying sword.

Wei Wuji frowned, not caring about the serious injuries in his body, his eyes widened, staring at the dragon blood sword in the air, with a hellish expression.

In his eyes, the dragon blood sword no longer seemed to be like a spirit sword, but more like a powerful or fierce beast, high up, looking down on him, and even he still had a feeling of contempt.

He was a little angry, but as if he couldn't move, he could only look at the scene in front of him stupidly.

At this time, his internal organs were irreparably damaged, and he couldn't exert his cultivation at all, even though his poisonous skills were earth-shattering, there was no way to perform it.

And he didn't have the guts to move.

It doesn't make sense, but it's true.

Wei Wuji really didn't dare to move.

It was as if the dragon blood sword had a pair of fierce eyes and was staring at him, and once he made a move, this flying sword would instantly take his life.

The body of the sword was wrapped in flames, like a torch, and the fire grew stronger, but it was controlled within a certain range, and only the whole sword was blocked.

It is impossible to see what exactly happened in the flames.

Whether it was Zhao Bing or Wei Wuji, they all felt an unusually powerful aura appear, and there was a faint sound of dragon roaring.

It's naturally an illusion, but it's extraordinarily real.

Gradually, bursts of black gas evaporated from the flames and made a squeaky sound.

After a while, the fire gradually subsided, and the sword body came into view, but the green dots on the sword body had disappeared, and the sword body had regained its original luster, red as blood, bright and dazzling.

Wei Wuji was dumbfounded, and after a while, he said bitterly: "Your sword spirit of the spirit sword is really too perverted, and it is really speechless to be able to get such a heavy treasure." ”

Zhao Bing was also speechless, he couldn't explain anything to Wei Wuji, so he was silent.

The blood-red little sword was suddenly erected, and a monstrous sword intent gradually rose, and the mist in the sky was broken by the sword intent, and a red light reached the sky.

Feeling this grand sword intent, Wei Wuji's face was pale, without a trace of blood, he looked at the vision in the sky, his heart was terrified to the extreme, but his body could not move a bit.

A sword intent fell from the sky and landed on Wei Wuji's body, and the latter's body instantly dissolved, as if it had been burned by the high temperature, leaving no trace of ashes behind.

It seemed that there had never been such a person as Wei Wuji, and there was silence on the Demon Suppression Cliff.

The red sword intent in the sky slowly weakened, and finally disappeared.

The dragon blood sword returned to its original appearance, and in an instant, it flew back to the top of Zhao Bing's head, hovering slightly, and then remained silent.

Zhao Bing got in touch with the flying sword again, he didn't feel the sword spirit, he was a little helpless, and with a slight thought, the flying sword submerged from the top of his head, entered his divine mansion, and began to recuperate again.

This was Zhao Bing's first battle in the true sense.

Through this battle, he had some understanding of the methods of the cultivators of the Qinchuan Continent.

Luckily, he was obsessed with fantasy for a while when he was in junior high school, so he was able to adapt to all of this quickly.

It turned out that the cultivation realm was real, and he couldn't help but think of a very strange question.

Who wrote the first fantasy novel, how could this person know about the Xiuzhen world, could it be that the author himself is a traverser?

This question had no meaning and no answer, and was quickly forgotten by Zhao Bing.

He must now devote all his attention to the next battle.

Cultivators who came here through the teleportation array would have their realm fall, and their true yuan would be halved, which was good news for Zhao Bing.

But the risk is still very high, danger may appear at any time, take Wei Wuji as an example, his own cultivation is not high, but his poisonous skills are indeed a headache, and if he is not careful, he may be planted in the hands of the other party.

Zhao Bing was very glad that he had made some more preparations and brought the Divine Dragon Antidote Pill, otherwise, he might have died of poison by now.

And even more fortunately, this Divine Dragon Antidote Pill actually happened to be able to remove the toxin cast by Wei Wuji, which was really a big coincidence.

Don't dare to think too much, the teleporter may arrive at any time, Zhao Bing closed his eyes and meditated, and his figure gradually disappeared into the air.

There was silence on the Demon Suppression Cliff.

I don't know how long it took, the teleportation array flickered, and after half a sound, a figure appeared.

The man looks like he is seventeen or eighteen years old, graceful and handsome, but the real age is estimated to be more than eighteen years old.

Because an eighteen-year-old youth would not have such a powerful aura.

Yes, the person who came stood there quietly, the powerful aura made people chill, it seemed that his whole person was a peerless sword, even if he didn't go out of his body, he still couldn't block his sharp sword intent.

Zhao Bing was hidden in the shadows, silently paying attention to the other party.

This man's cultivation seemed to be much higher than Wei Wuji's.

His eyes naturally fell on Zhao Bing's invisible, and he snorted coldly: "Sneaky, what kind of hero, what kind of rat generation, don't let me get out and show up!" ”

Now that he was discovered, Zhao Bing had no need to hide anymore, gave up the idea of sneak attack, and gradually showed his body from the air, he stood there, staring at the man opposite, silent, but his heart was extremely vigilant, ready to make a move at any time.

After some rest, Zhao Bing had regained his strength at this time and was ready to fight at any time.

But the man with the double swords on his back didn't make a move, he looked at Zhao Bing, a little surprised, and frowned: "You are not from our Qinchuan Continent. ”

Zhao Bing nodded.

The man's nose moved slightly, his eyes stared at Zhao Bing with some strange eyes, and he asked with some surprise: "There is Wei Wuji's breath here, where is he?" ”

"Wei Wouji?" Zhao Bing was stunned for a moment and said, "He is full of poisonous skills? ”

The man nodded: "That's right, what about others?" ”

"Dead."

Zhao Bing said very frankly: "I killed you." ”

"Killed by you?" The man's expression became a little curious: "With your means, can you kill him?" ”

Zhao Bing was depressed.

Is Lao Tzu so unpopular?

They all said that Lao Tzu killed him, but he still didn't believe it!

"Looks like you're the one the world sent to stop us, right?" The man asked.

Zhao Bing nodded: "That's right." ”

"Although Wei Wuji's poisonous skills make many people jealous, but if it weren't for the status of the royal worship, I would have killed him a long time ago, and it is not difficult to kill him, hum, so, you can't stop me, if you know each other, get out of the way, and when all our people are here, you follow me, see that your talent is not bad, it seems that you are also a sword cultivator, and you will be my disciple in the future." The man glanced at Zhao Bing with some contempt and said.

Zhao Bing smiled dumbly.

"Let me be your apprentice? Haha, that depends on whether you have that ability! ”

The man glared, seemed to be very unhappy, and said: "The kid is presumptuous, hmph, in the Qinchuan Continent, countless young people want to do everything possible to worship my Illusory Sword Sect, I am the deputy sect master of the Illusory Sword Sect, and being able to become a disciple of my Sword Three is the dream of many people's lives, you don't know how to cherish it!" ”

Zhao Bing was embarrassed and asked, "Your name is Jian San?" ”