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Although the Blood Transformation Sword is only an imitation spirit weapon of the "Ten Peerless Swords", its power has long exceeded the scope of the best spirit weapon. Holding a blood-turning sword as red as blood, Xuan Mo's eyes were like frost, his long hair was flying, and he looked coldly at the three old men in front of him.

"The breath is floating so far, you are indeed a foundation building monk who was injured and fell into the realm. It's just that no matter who you are, since you have ill intentions towards Xuan, you have to pay the price. ”

Before the words stopped, Xuan Mo was comparable to the divine thoughts in the early stage of foundation building, and the blood sword was raised, only to see the blood shadow disappear into the palm of his hand out of thin air, and the next moment, he had appeared three feet in front of Han Tao and the others. With such a sword speed, it is almost comparable to the flying sword magic weapon of an ordinary Jindan monk!

Even if it is just an imitation of the spirit weapon, the "Ten Peerless Swords" are not in vain!

Seeing that the Blood Transformation Sword was just approaching in front of him in an instant, even Han Tao was an old monster of the half-step Jin Dan, he was also shocked, if he let the Blood Transformation Sword reach his body, Han Tao believed that with just one sword, he would fall.

In Han Tao's old eyes, the hesitation disappeared in an instant, and turned into a ruthless color. Shen Nian moved slightly, and the short young man named Wenchang on his side, his eyes showed a moment of pain, and then turned into a dazed look, and then turned into a ruthless look like Han Tao, and his body exuded a trace of black qi, and he actually took one step forward, and stood in front of Han Tao without fear of death!

"Whew!"

Hearing only the sound of the blade entering the body, the clothes on the chest of "Wenchang" burst open, revealing the shattered best armor inside. And after the blood-turning sword pierced the top-grade armor, its strength weakened, and it only pierced into the chest of "Wenchang" by one inch, and the black blood flowed out along the wound, staining the blood-turning sword, which actually made the blood-transforming sword's red sword body dyed a trace of black.

"This person is actually a physical cultivator!"

Seeing that the low young man would be afraid of death in front of the old man, Xuan Mo was already slightly surprised, and when he saw that the Blood Transformation Sword did not kill the young man with a single sword, Xuan Mo was even more moved.

At the Xuan family meeting that day, when Bai Mu drove the blood-turning sword, it was easy to even cut a few top-grade spiritual weapons, and at this moment, the blood-turning sword couldn't cut through the chest of this low young man, even if there was a top-grade armor to weaken the strength, it was enough to show that this young man's body was as hard as the best spiritual weapon!

Ignoring the strangeness of "Wenchang", Xuan Mo's heart was alarmed, and the Divine Thought Imperial Blood Sword suddenly turned back in front of him, and the blood sword and golden light flew around him, and the sword roared continuously, but it was the old man who took advantage of the young man to block the blood sword, and quietly controlled the twelve golden swords of his son and mother to sneak attack Xuanmo.

If it weren't for the speed of the Blood Transformation Sword far exceeding that of the same level, the latter would have come first to protect Xuan Mo, and Xuan Mo would have died at this moment. With this lesson, Xuan Mo no longer dared to underestimate the three old men in front of him, these three people seemed to have something strange, especially the old man, who was even more scheming and ruthless, but he was afraid that even an ordinary Jindan monk would be caught off guard and would be killed by this old man.

Seeing that the twelve golden swords that attacked Xuanmo began to dim one after another, cracks appeared, and the old man's expression was not happy or angry, but his heart was turbulent. This "Wenchang" is a person of that clan, his body can shake the best spiritual weapon, and under wearing the best armor, he will be slashed by the blood sword. And contaminated with the black blood of "Wenchang", the power of this blood-turning sword has increased instead of decreasing, which is really weird!

"Hmph, I didn't expect this blood sword to have some doorways. Xin'er, you cast the 'Desire Sea Ecstasy' to help Wenchang block that kid one or two, and the old man will spend some time sacrificing that treasure! ”

His mind turned quickly, and the old man's face showed a slight hint of pain, and he immediately turned into a ruthless appearance again, and commanded the yellow-shirted girl named Xin'er beside him, took a few steps back, took out a pill that increased spiritual power, and swallowed it, and his momentum skyrocketed by three percent in an instant. The old eyes showed a decisive look, and he actually took out an old silver ring from the storage bag. This silver ring seems to be ordinary, but with the spiritual power of the old man increased by 30%, it can't be driven immediately, and the spiritual power can only be slowly injected into it!

Scattering the twelve golden swords in all directions, Xuan Mo didn't have time to take a breath, and suddenly felt the movement of the silver ring, and his expression moved, "This thing is very strong, it is definitely not the best spiritual weapon, it is actually a magic weapon!" ”

Since Xuanmo is not moved, there is an essential difference between spiritual weapons and magic weapons, and the strongest spiritual weapons cannot compete with the weakest magic weapons. If this old man succeeds in sacrificing the magic weapon silver ring, even if it is a blood sword, he is not an opponent!

"Hmph, the kid has a good eye, this thing is the magic weapon that the old man snatched after he died and seriously injured the old monster Jindan, with this thing, just a blood sword, what are you afraid of! Wenchang, Xin'er, within ten breaths, stop this kid for me! ”

Ten breaths is the limit of Han Tao's spiritual power, at this moment, the spiritual light of the silver ring is gradually brightening, only ten breaths, the silver ring is half lit up, and at that time, it will be easy to smash the blood sword!

Hearing the old man's order, the girl in the yellow shirt bit her fingertips and made a blood-colored seal, her face suddenly turned pale, and a burst of incense mist suddenly rose around her body, covering her body in an instant.

Immersed in the incense mist, Xuanmo, who was caught off guard, only felt that his lower abdomen was hot, his mouth was dry, a trace of lust quietly rose in his heart, and there were even more illusions in front of him.

The scenery in front of Xuanmo's eyes is changing, and there are thousands of charming **** women, these women are either playing in the water, or rolling on the bed, the spring is chaotic, the fragrance is gusting, and the woman's body fragrance is mixed with countless lewd and obscene atmosphere.

If Lu Li is here, he will definitely find that this girl in yellow shirt is actually using the special physique to forcibly perform the high-level illusion technique "Desire to Lose the Soul" with the cultivation of the tenth layer of qi!

The silver star in the center of the eyebrows flickered, Xuan Mo burst into tears, his mind suddenly became clear, and the illusion was broken, and the already weak face of the girl in the yellow shirt became even paler, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, which was actually eaten by the illusion. The girl's eyes were terrified, and the use of high-level spells was extremely detrimental to herself, even many early stage foundation building monks couldn't escape, how could this young man be able to escape!

Breaking the illusion, Xuan Mo looked coldly at the oncoming low youth, only to see that the low young man had turned into a black shadow, shooting towards Xuan Mo, with a wave of fist power, in the black fist wind, there was a power that was enough to shatter the best spiritual weapon! The swirling black qi made Xuan Mo feel a sense of familiarity in his heart, and secretly operated the "Qi Observation Technique", his eyes were covered with black spiritual power, and he suddenly burst out in anger,

"This is not alchemy, this is a demon body!"

With a word, Xuan Mo turned sideways to avoid the young man's fist, and he couldn't bear to hurt this young man for a while. This young man has a demon body, he is a demon clan, and he is a member of his Jiuli clan. After a slight hesitation in his heart, Xuan Mo set up the blood sword, turned into a blood-colored streamer, and flew directly towards the old man.

"I didn't expect you to be able to see through the identity of 'Wenchang', that's good!" Wenchang is the descendant of the demon clan's 'Black Blood Demon Body'! The old man took great pains to refine it into a 'corpse puppet', and since his identity was exposed, he couldn't keep you! ”