"Whoosh!"

A three-foot-long cloud of silver light rushed out of the sword qi and slashed into the air.

This silver light was the long sword in the hands of the Xu family's sword servant.

It is made of black steel, the hilt of the sword is like a feather wing, the body of the sword is engraved with dense lines, like human blood vessels, and the handle is engraved with two small seal characters 'flying feathers'.

If a Taoist Yushi sees it, he must exclaim:

'Blood Pattern Sword Technique'!

This is a legendary method of the sword, refining the sword with blood, pouring one's own blood into the long knife, after decades of hard work, the mind and the sword are one, in order to refine the supreme sword immortal. But this has been lost in China for hundreds of years, but I didn't expect that what the Xu family mastered was this swordsmanship.

The Flying Feather Sword slammed into Chu Ling's shoulder. This long knife, which is armed with the power of the three spirit venerables and was sacrificed by the sword servants of the Xu family with the method of blood sword, almost has the power to split mountains and rivers.

Even Chu Ling didn't seem to be able to bear it, and with a bang, his body exploded, and he smashed directly into the ground, smashing out a dirt pit.

"How?"

Angels, Temples, True God and others are nervous to seem.

This is already a blow from their full strength, and they have paid the price of the Xu family's sword servant's body, if they can't kill Chu Ling, they have no other way.

"Can the Immortal hold it?"

The Spirit King, the Ghost Woman and others in the distance also looked over.

This great war is earth-shattering, and its results are bound to shake the world. Whether Chu Ling wins, or the Angel Temple True God and others win, it will profoundly affect the pattern of the entire world.

Even Situ Jing was stunned in his heart, and his fists were clenched.

Seeing Chu Ling being slashed into the ground by a sword, the Xu family's sword servant laughed.

"Hades, why bother if you have to exchange your life with me. We are all Spirit Venerable powerhouses, what can't we talk about?"

Although the sword servants of the Xu family are extinct, their souls are still there, and it is not difficult to turn to cultivation and survive. But after all, there was no chance to attack the Emperor Saint, how could the sword servant of the Xu family not hate in his heart? There was strong hatred in his laughter.

Unfortunately, just as he was laughing wildly, an ink light suddenly rose from the ground and fell into the sky.

Above a hundred meters in the air, there was a man in ink-black battle armor, who was Chu Ling.

What is different from before is that Chu Ling is wearing an inky black battle armor, the lines on it are terrifying, and the wings behind him are extremely terrifying.

A flying feather long sword was stuck on Chu Ling's shoulder, and although it cut through the skin, it was stuck by the bone.

"You're not dead?"

The pupils of the Xu family's sword servant shrank.

Seeing this scene, the true god of the Angel Temple and the master of the Dragon Hall changed color at the same time.

They have reached the pinnacle of the world, and their understanding of the Emperor Saint is far better than ordinary people. From the records of ancient books, we know the peculiarity of the body of the emperor. And Chu Ling's physical body, even in the records of the ancient emperors, is the top, and only those great bodhisattvas and great immortals seem to have relevant records.

With such a terrifying body, I am afraid that under the emperor saint, there are very few who can hurt Chu Ling. The true God of the Angelic Temple almost glanced at it, and his heart despaired, knowing that there was no hope in this battle.

"Whew. ”

Seeing that Chu Ling was fine, Guo Nuannuan and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

Only Huang Jing bowed his head fiercely, his eyes full of disappointment.

"Bang dang. ”

Chu Ling stretched out his hand and pulled out the Flying Feather Sword embedded in his left shoulder, his face was as cold as ice:

"You're the first to hurt me since I became demonic, and that's enough for you to be proud of. ”

At his shoulder, a half-inch-deep sword mark was cut.

The sword mark was about an inch long, and Chu Ling's crystal clear muscles were cut open, revealing the jade-like shoulder bones inside. On the jade bone, a small gap appeared, but the corresponding body of the Flying Feather Sword was covered with huge cracks, like ice cracks. There was a wail in Chu Ling's hands, as if it was about to crack at any time.

"Click. ”

Then in the frightened eyes of everyone, Chu Ling casually broke the Flying Feather Sword into several pieces and threw it on the ground at will, and this long knife was broken by Chu Ling with brute force.

"Poof. ”

The sword servant of the Xu family directly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body shook violently.

He cultivated the long sword with the method of blood refining, and had a very close relationship with the Flying Feather Sword. The flying feather sword broke, not only his physical body suffered a heavy blow, but his divine soul was also injured, his physical body could have been able to support it for a moment, but at this time, his aura declined sharply, and he was on the verge of death in an instant.

"Hades, I will never forget this hatred!"

The sword servant of the Xu family said hatefully.

After speaking, with a bang, his body exploded, and the soul of the Xu family's sword servant had turned into a blood shadow rainbow, and it shot away into the distance in an instant.

"Let's go too. ”

The expression of the true god of the Angel Temple changed wildly, and he burst into a shout, and at the same time turned into a cloud and wanted to flee away.

Chu Ling carried the long knife with his body, such a terrifying power made the true god of the Angel Temple almost desperate. Even if Chu Ling stood there, let them make a move, the true gods of the Angel Temple might not be able to kill Chu Ling. Who can not despair in the face of such an enemy.

"Do you want to leave? Do you think I'm being bullied?"

Chu Ling sneered, and the Zilan Tang Knife in his hand probed.

A crimson brilliant sword burst into the air, instantly slashing towards the Xu family's sword servant. Although the sword servants of the Xu family used the method of blood escape, exploded their bodies, burned their essence and blood to escape, how could they escape the sword?

"Ahh

A terrible scream came from afar.

The soul of the sword servant of the Xu family, before he could fly out for a few miles, was slashed down on the jungle by Chu Ling, and his divine form was destroyed in an instant, completely disappearing from the world. After Chu Ling killed him, he slashed into the air and slashed at the true god of the Angel Temple.

Seeing this, the true god of the Angel Temple was so frightened that Bai Gengen stood up, and tried his best to raise the true strength, and a 'seal of heaven' was launched.

In the air, a palm print of several zhang in size appeared, full of a meter thick, like a steel wall. This Heavenly Seal is a secret mastery in the hands of Mo Yun, integrating offense and defense. The whole white cloud palm, making up for the thick gang qi.

But how sharp the Zilan Tang knife is.

"Slash!"

As Chu Ling shouted, the golden sword instantly cut through the sealing seal, and as soon as it circled around the true god of the Angel Temple, it cut this Angel Temple giant, who had been powerful overseas for decades, into two.

The crowd was stunned.

In this short snap of a finger, two Spirit Venerable powerhouses fell? The horror of this Hades King was simply terrifying, and the Spirit King and the others trembled with fright, only to feel that the long knife seemed to be slashed on themselves.

"Bang. ”

A bloody shadow shot out from the body of the true god of the Angel Temple, and it was the soul of the true god of the Angel Temple. His divine soul has been cultivated for hundreds of years, and he is obviously stronger than the soul of the Xu family's sword servant, and his flying speed is also faster.

I saw the true god soul of the Angel Temple with a panicked expression, wrapped in essence and blood, and flew away frantically into the distance.

But how could it be possible to escape the slashing of the Zilan Tang Knife?

"Slash again!"

Chu Ling snorted softly, and the crimson Changhong instantly flew into the sky, slashing at the true god of the Angel Temple.