Blue Blood is a sword with spirit.

Different from ordinary sword spirits, the sword spirits with clear blood have no wisdom and thoughts, only easy to kill and bloodthirsty.

It is simple, simply wants to drink blood, the hot blood flowing out of the body, for it, is a delicious food that will never be greasy, the blood it drinks, will also lose its original color, turned into a pool of clear water, this is the name of clearing.

Flying swords, if they are controlled by people, will exert great power.

But for some powerful flying swords, even if no one drives them, their existence is still a storage that cannot be ignored.

The magic sword in front of him is like this, the name of blue blood is synonymous with killing and blood.

Recognizing this magic sword, everyone stepped back in unison.

If it was other divine soldiers, they would definitely rush forward with red eyes and grab it without mercy.

But this kind of magic sword is far from being able to withstand everyone.

It is rumored that half of the Blood Sword Demon's killing nature stems from this blood-drinking sword, and they are reluctant to step forward and throw blood for this magic sword.

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In the face of the flying sword attacking head-on, the ink dyed clothes did not dodge or dodge.

Just when everyone thought she was going to collide with these silky flying swords.

Her figure suddenly disappeared, and in the next moment, she suddenly appeared on the right hand side of the sword cultivator.

This sudden change stunned everyone.

How did she do it? What kind of body is this? Or exercises?

How could he jump out of everyone's field of vision, and suddenly jump out of the dense sword blades, and without warning!

The sword cultivator was obviously also shocked by her appearance, and subconsciously clenched the sword in his hand, raising his hand to pick up the sword and attack.

The reaction was not unpleasant.

But he's fast. Ink-dyed clothes will be faster than him.

According to her original plan, she teleported to the sky, and then scattered one after another, disturbing everyone's sight, why Zhongyu had enough time to clear a gap between herself and everyone, so that they could leave smoothly.

But the moment you saw the blue and red two-color flying sword.

The ink dyed clothes immediately reversed the previous plan, and the heat in his eyes was almost burning.

Drink the blood!

How could she not recognize this peerless magic sword.

It was precisely because she recognized it that she would not let it be missed in vain from her eyes.

Especially the guy on the other side, he didn't let Bi Blood recognize the Lord at all, but just restrained and suppressed it in the most simple and crude way. Let it have to do its bidding.

Of course, the strength of the person who suppressed it was unfathomable, and from that shallow breath, it could be concluded that the person who helped this guy suppress the Blue Blood Demon Sword was also in the realm of the Earth Immortals, no matter how bad it was.

Wipe!

When. The earth immortals are also running all over the ground, and they can be encountered anywhere.

These old immortals. Don't fly up early. Seeking longevity on the avenue, what to do in mortal dust.

Time was too short for her to think too much.

The module in the hand "snapped" and flew up.

The sword body shook violently, and the sword cultivator shook it away.

Suspended in mid-air, the blade of the sword whizzed around, and the sharp edge was facing the throat of the ink-dyed clothes.

The unique light of the runes shrouded the flying sword. The waves of light swept away layer by layer, and a cloud of chaotic qi floated on the magic sword, obviously without eyebrows, but it seemed to be staring at her coldly. Half-touched.

The center of his eyebrows was faintly jumping with golden light, and the ink-dyed clothes were not afraid at all, and he stepped towards the magic sword.

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Mo Dye Yi easily held the blue blood in his hand, and turned around to smile at Jian Xiu, who was bounced away by the magic sword and had injured his five organs.

"Thank you for the sword!"

This is so annoying, who will give away a sword in battle?!

Is there such a fool!

With a swipe of his hand, a foot-long blood mark appeared on his white wrist.

The blue blood drank the sword light, and the blue and red colors sprang up, rolling towards the blood stains.

Where the wind passed without a trace and the sword qi disappeared, the wounds were immediately white and colorless, and the transparent water traces were embedded in it.

"Give me back my blood!" The sword cultivator roared in a hurry, where is there still the aura of pretending to be 13 before.

The dense needle silk flying sword immediately turned around and rushed fiercely towards the ink-dyed clothes.

The sound of breaking the sky sounded, and the momentum was a few minutes before it was stronger.

Teleport!

Ink-dyed clothes meditate silently in my heart.

The next moment, the figure appeared high in the sky.

She held the bow in her left hand, and her right hand still held on to the magic sword.

Scatter!

An overwhelming flying sword fell.

The clanging sound is endless.

Those slender flying swords were caught off guard and fell to the ground one after another.

The ice on the ground was pierced by the flying sword and penetrated deeply.

The sword cultivator scurried with his head in the rain of swords.

There is no way to hide, there is no way to avoid it!

It's always been his favorite thing.

Under his dense sword rain offensive, it was always difficult for his opponents to dodge, so he could only flee in wolves.

Watching them being pierced into thorn balls by flying swords made him extremely happy.

But today it fell on my head, and this taste is really not very good.

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Teleported again, the hand hidden in the sleeve, trembling, and the green tendons were exposed.

His face was even more pale and scary, like a ghost.

Ink Dye knew that he must not be looking very good now.

For the first time, the vampire rune acted on himself, and it was based on such a magic sword as the blue blood.

She was "sucked" a little, and she could also teleport and release a scatter, which was simply a miracle of potential explosion!

In the eyes of everyone, her ink-dyed clothes were "shocked", "the spirit of the king and eight" overflowed, and the blue blood demon sword surrendered under her gossip robe.

But the actual situation is that she used the bloodsucking runes to hook the sword spirit of the blue blood and clear, and suppressed it with the power of the golden sword, plus the blue blood and the clear itself was blessed and bound by layers of seals, so she took the magic sword into her hand.

But the magic sword is the magic sword. The ferocity is difficult to suppress, and she is excited by the bloodsucking runes, and she can't wait to drink the blood immediately, and the killing intent is clear, she almost can't hold it, and she is polluted by this monstrous evil thought.

Fortunately, she reacted in time, cut her wrist, and fed the sword spirit with her own blood, which was exchanged for the temporary peace of the magic sword.

Even so, she didn't dare to put it in the storage space. She had to hold it tightly in her hand, in case the magic sword would strike again and break free from her hand.

The rain of swords dissipated, and everyone didn't have time to feel the power of the scattering of ink-dyed clothes, and they were all attracted by the next action of the initiator.

I saw He Zhongyu of Wuzong Mountain's face flushed. The muscles of his whole body tensed, and he almost broke out of his clothes.

The five water dragons that shrouded in it swam quickly. Dazzled. It's confusing.

The most inconjecturous thing is where he is standing now.

It was the place where the ink dyed the clothes before, the broken cliff rock.

And the person who made this cliff stone not fall for a long time was Duanmu Liangcai of Qimu Island, and his color ice Qingyin flower spewed out large flowers of color ice, piled up on the crack cliff, sticking to the two broken peaks.

He Zhongyu roared. Five water dragons flew out one after another.

The first water dragon is lying on its bow, and the second water dragon swims over the first water dragon, bending and bending, and the whole body is like a rolling wave. The third water dragon crossed the two water dragons in front of it, the body twisted and turned, opened and closed, folded into sharp horns that unfolded, the fourth water dragon swayed left and right, soft and boneless, and the fifth water dragon charged in a straight line, even if it was torn apart by the wind, only a trace remained, but it also touched the edge of the other side......

The upper body is humanoid, and the lower body is light and snowflake, and the icy fingertips touch the tail of the water dragon.

"Click" "Click"

In the continuous sound, the water bridge formed by five water dragons was quickly spread and frozen by the ice.

The bitter cold air and the roaring wind in the wind confronted each other, and they did not give in to each other.

Countless wind blades smashed into the Ice Dragon Bridge, leaving deep and shallow scratches.

As soon as the ice bridge was completed, Duanmu Liangcai quickly withdrew the color ice Qingyin flower, picked up He Zhongyu, who was paralyzed on the ground, stepped on the ice bridge without hesitation, and ran away.

Mo Dye Yi took a breath and followed, and the two of them rushed forward almost desperately.

No one knows how long this ice bridge will last, and they will have to run to the other side when everyone can't react.

What sword alliance and what Ten Thousand Immortal Palace, get rid of it without discussion.

The people present reacted a little faster than they expected.

When the water dragon bridge was completed, someone guessed what they wanted to do, and immediately rushed here.

When Duanmu Liangcai pulled He Zhongyu to the shore victoriously, the ink dyed clothes had only run for most of the time, and there was still a quarter of the distance, the previous consumption was too great, she was actually exhausted, and there was not much spiritual energy left in her body, and she couldn't even teleport with a small consumption.

Someone in the back has already chased the fracture filled by the color ice Qingyin flower.

The Ice Queen, who was holding the tail of the water dragon, looked at it coldly, and suddenly pinched the connection between the water dragon and the cliff, and the light and white snowflakes under her body became a chaotic and crazy spinning blizzard at some point.

Carrying the tail of the frozen water dragon, he soared into the sky.

One end of the ice bridge was lifted high, and the ink-dyed clothes slid down.

Gangfeng seemed to be very dissatisfied with this quick landing on the slide, and the more violent attack made the connection between the second and third water dragons unbearable and broken.

The ink-dyed clothes were a little heavier under his feet, and he flew and jumped down.

When his feet stood on the solid ground again, the ice bridge formed by the five water dragons was shattered.

The invasion of the wind, coupled with the Ice Queen's sudden elevation of the ice bridge, changed the direction of the water dragon to avoid the ferocious air current, and this bridge that had been stored for a short time was shattered under the turbulence of the wind and scattered in front of everyone on the top of the peak.

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The snow spirit ice demon slowly fell, floating gracefully in the air, blocking the front of the ink-dyed clothes, the ice sculpture's face was expressionless, and his eyes were indifferently staring at the two men in front of him.

Duanmu Liangcai helped He Zhongyu sit down.

The latter reluctantly glanced at the Snow Spirit Ice Demon again and again, and finally couldn't resist the protest of his body, swallowed two elixirs that replenished the true yuan, closed his eyes and meditated.

Duanmu Liangcai also glanced at the ice spirit pet, and secretly admired that his color ice Qingyin flower was also full of spirituality. The protector is loyal, but not as strong as this snow girl, and her intelligence is quite high.

Ink-dyed clothes are also pranayama.

The elixir that replenished qi and blood and replenished true yuan was stuffed in his mouth, and several streams of warm and cool water flowed down from his mouth and transmitted to the limbs and bones, and he finally recovered some strength.

Slowly gather the power of the medicine, run it every day, and spread it evenly and finely all over the body.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already twilight.

Separated by a broken peak cliff at this end. Look at the other side.

The islands are getting farther and farther away from them.

Only a vague shadow can be seen faintly through the layers of wind flow.

Looking at the past from this end, it was found that the two islands were not pushing each other away, but the boundary island where they were located was far away alone.

And the island, even with the turbulence of the wind, has never moved. Still there.

With the change of location, the boundary island has changed significantly.

The most striking thing is the difference between day and night.

The twin islands of the sea boundary cliff shrouded by the wind current. The sun, moon and stars are blocked. I'm afraid I've never seen it so clearly.

Probably because the air currents mostly hovering on the island, and the boundary island is only incidental, the species of wind spirit birds on the boundary island are very few, the strength is not high, but there are a lot of them, and the vegetation is abundant. The ancient trees are in the sky, except that the top of the mountain peak is disturbed by the wind all the year round, and there is almost nothing, the more downward. The denser the green, the denser it is.

As far as the eye can see, the vigorous ancient trees use their shade and dense trunks to form a natural tree palace.

After recovering a few minutes, the ink-dyed clothes began to collect the blue blood that had been pinched in his hands.

It is very difficult to get a flying sword with a sword spirit to recognize its master.

What's more, it's a magic sword that kills the main.

Ink-dyed clothes condense the eyebrows, from top to bottom, and from bottom to top, inch by inch.

The two colors of blue and red are distinct, as if they are old and dead.

In fact, they complement each other and complement each other.

Red is a very rare meteorite magic iron, an excellent material for refining magic weapons.

The blue color, if she expected, should be some kind of fierce beast bone, and it is also the bone of the spinal cord, and the clear blue color should be the color of the marrow.

Many monks like to add the bones, blood, hair, organs and other things of spirit beasts to the magic weapons they refine, in order to enhance the killing nature of the magic weapons refined, or to extract and retain a certain special ability of the spirit beast before its death.

This method is easy to manufacture powerful attribute magic weapons in batches, which is liked by many refiners, and when the ink dyed clothes are refining the sword, bone powder and spirit beast blood have also been added, in order to temper the strength of the flying sword itself and stimulate the greater potential of the main material.

However, the common practice is to use a certain material as the main body, bone meal and blood as additives, such as those made by ink-dyed clothing, or to use animal bones and sharp teeth and fangs as the carrier, directly refining and depicting the magic circle, and few people use animal bones as the main material and blend it with another main material.

The higher the grade of the material, the more difficult it is to fuse with other materials, and the resulting rejection phenomenon is a problem that many refiners often encounter.

The backbone is a kind of animal bone that is often used in the refining of animal bones.

Because it is naturally hollow and unusually strong, it is most suitable for carving a magic circle in it and refining it into a magic weapon.

The quality of the beast bones comes from the strength of the spirit beast itself.

The more powerful and ferocious the spirit beast, the higher the quality of its bones.

The Meteorite Demon Iron itself is a top-level magic material.

A beast bone that can be compared to the Falling Star Demon Iron......

For a moment, the ink-dyed clothes really couldn't think of what kind of spirit beast it was.

It can only be inferred from the attributes of this magic sword that this beast is also a fierce beast, and only in this way can the remaining spine of it compete with the demonic energy of the Falling Star Demon Iron without being dissolved by it.

The marrow fluid inside is difficult to say whether it is the color of the blood of the beast itself, or whether it has changed after refining.

Generally speaking, if the magic weapon refined with animal bones as the main body produces a machine spirit, it is mostly the appearance of it before its death.

This is clearly not the case with the Bloody Clearing.

The refiner wiped the traces of the original owner on this animal bone very cleanly, if it weren't for the extraordinary skill of ink dyeing, peeling and cutting bones, killing pigs for many years, I really wouldn't have guessed that this blue color was a beast bone.

How can I make the Blue Blood Demon Sword recognize its master?!

Ink-dyed clothes fell into deep thought.

Generally, magic weapons are mainly killed, and the easiest way is to let them kill as much as possible, such as a blood-drinking sword like blue blood, as long as it is satisfied and let it drink blood, there is a great chance that it will be able to recognize its master.

I believe that the Blue Blood Sword Demon did the same before.

But there are big drawbacks to this approach. While killing, the magic sword will affect the mind of the person who holds it, and subtly demonize its owner.

This is also the reason why the person who holds the magic weapon, even if he is not a demon cultivator before, will fall into the demon path after using it for a long time.

Blue Blood Clears this kind of magic sword containing sword spirit, it is even more fierce, and if you are not careful, you will be contaminated with demonic energy and change your mind.

The light ones just changed to the devil's path. Such as the blue blood sword demon, the heavier, is afraid of being invaded by the demonic qi, losing his spiritual intelligence, and becoming a killing machine controlled by the demon sword.

She's not on the blood right now. It was a good opportunity for the invasion of demonic energy, and it was really not a good time to refine this sword.

But she really didn't keep the sword. It's a real headache.

Look away. Looking around with some distress.

There are clearly traces of the aftermath of the battle.

Ice and sword marks.

It's obviously still those two guys.

Judging from the remaining traces, the two men arrived here, began to exchange fire again, and fought all the way.

Ice!

That's right!

"Freeze it." Ink-dyed clothes commanded the Snow Spirit Ice Demon.

The Queen obeyed, and the transparent palm took it, allowing the blue blood to leave a trembling and flowing blue color on her body as appropriate.

The Snow Ice Demon was very cautious. He held the sword with his hand.

Dense ice scales generally crawled all over the sword.

In an instant, another layer was wrapped......

The uneven debris was gradually replaced by a mirror-smooth, smooth surface of ice.

The sword in the Queen's hand was several times larger, and through the ice, you could see the shape of an enlarged version of the flying sword, but the blue and red colors on it were very blurred. The color is barely visible.

After looking at the work in his hand, he was still not satisfied, and added another layer of ice cover.

At this point, the blue blood of the frozen model is freshly baked.

Ink dyed Yi smiled happily, and motioned to the Snow Spirit Ice Demon to put down the big ice cube, she went around a few times in admiration, and only after admiring it enough, did she put it away.

With the method of sealing the Blue Blood Demon Sword, the ink-dyed clothes were refreshed.

Even looking at He Zhongyu and Duanmu Liangcai, they were a little more pleasing to the eye, and there was a warm smile on their faces.

"He Daoyou can regulate his breath?"

"Alright, good morning!" The two of them were afraid of the snow spirit ice demon in front of the ink-dyed clothes, and they didn't dare to move forward, for fear of causing a misunderstanding.

After seeing the repeated methods of ink dyeing, how can I not care about it in my heart.

Especially now that the Blue Blood Demon Sword is in her hands, it is even more terrifying.

The two of them chatted and muttered, why is the unlucky child so useless, it is them, there is blue blood in their hands, and they are not dead in their hands, even if they are chopped off their claws, they can't let go!

But the goods are loose!

Loosen it.

Without acknowledging the Lord, who would dare to touch that magic sword.

I dared to dye the clothes, I ran into it, got it, and snatched it back......

Well, this world is so mysterious, even the magic sword that is not born has learned to choose the master!

"Let's go down." Ink Dye said.

The two had no objections.

The three of them stepped on the starlight.

Along the way, in addition to the traces after the battle, there were also animals and plants that froze to death and were dismembered by sword qi.

The feathers of the birds are scattered all over the place, accompanied by some thin excrement.

Duanmu Liangcai inspected all the way, and even plucked those feathers and dung with his hands, and said: "The birds and beasts have been frightened a lot, and they have all left, and they will not appear here again in a short time." "Beasts are always sensitive to danger.

He Zhongyu gave a ball of clear water, and Duanmu Liangcai smiled indifferently and put his hand into the water balloon.

The balloon wriggled on its own, cleaning the dirt from his hands, shattering them and falling to the ground.

"There are traces of battle outside the ancient tree, but there is nothing inside, why?" Mo Dye Yi stood at the entrance of the Tree Palace, muttering to himself.

Duanmu Liangcai walked a few steps quickly and walked over to look forward.

Sure enough, in the ancient forest, there was no trace of ice, let alone the picturesque sword marks of the iron hook.

What is the likelihood of a sudden truce between two people?

Almost zero!

So what is the reason for these two people not to fight?

"Could it be that they didn't go down at all?" Duanmu Liangcai hesitated, but in an instant, he shook his head, negating this more rational inference.

After all, there is only one way from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, and if they don't go down, how can they not see it.

He Zhongyu shook his head directly, unable to figure it out.

Mo Dye Yi thought for a while, but he couldn't figure it out, maybe something really happened that made those two people suddenly shake hands and make peace?

"Let's go down." Ink Dye said.

What happened to the hell, you can see those two people clearly, they will never stay on the boundary island all the time, even if they can't meet on the island, they can always see it when they go back, and when the time comes, everything will be clear.

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Duanmu Liangcai lit the fire on the ground, cut a wooden branch, skewered the slaughtered and washed Qingfeng Luan bird, and flexibly fiddled with its beautiful tail that was like catkins without wind, wrapped around the bird's body evenly, and tied a beautiful knot on the neck part. (To be continued......)