The entire battlefield of black blood is filled with a restless factor, and the longer it passes, the more depressed it will be.

For Qi and Blood Realm martial artists, their spiritual will will determine how long they can stay in the Black Blood Battlefield, and it is possible for ten or dozens of days, but for martial artists who practice the Qi Blood Realm, their spiritual will has risen to a certain height, and unless there are some special circumstances, they will not be affected.

Walking on the battlefield of black blood, the earth is dark brown, and even the sky looks like it is covered with a layer of dark red mist, and the sunlight is impenetrable, making it look cold.

When night fell, the wind had just blown, but Chen Zong could feel that the temperature was dropping rapidly, and the night here was enough to freeze ordinary people to death.

The physique of a warrior is better than that of ordinary people, and it does not mean that he is omnipotent, and he will get sick when he encounters a bad environment, so he often has to be prepared when he goes to a strange place, especially some places with a more peculiar environment.

Finding a leeward belt formed by the intersection of two broken walls, Chen Zong sat down, put the iron sword on his lap, and carried the qi and blood at a slow speed, so that he would not consume too much qi and blood, and he could warm himself, maintain a proper body temperature, and not be invaded by the wind and cold.

I don't know when, a red waning moon quietly appeared, hanging in the sky, as if you can reach out and touch, looking up, there is a very strange beauty.

The wind whined, and Chen Zong lit a bonfire, the light of the fire flickering, blurring the figures of stones and dead wood in the distance, like ghosts.

Chen Zong was very bold and fearless, and reached out in his arms, and a small piece of blood-red something appeared in his hand, almost the size of a pigeon's egg, but irregular, looking like a jade soaked in blood.

This is the Blood-Sinking Jade.

Part of the danger on the Black Blood Battlefield came from other martial artists looking for the Blood-Sinking Jade, which Chen Zong had obtained by killing a martial artist who wanted to kill him.

The Sinking Blood Jade felt cold and mellow to the touch, and when he pinched it in his hand, Chen Zong seemed to be able to feel the flow speed of the power of qi and blood in his body increase, but it was very subtle, equal to nothing.

"It's almost one or two pounds, and it's worth at least 10,000 white jade dollars. Chen Zong stared at the Bloodshed Jade in his hand and said to himself.

It was getting late, and the blood-colored waning moon hanging in the sky seemed even more eerie.

Shadows are in the air.

On the ground on the left, there seemed to be a black shadow flowing silently like water, approaching Chen Zong.

The tip of the mysterious sword trembled suddenly, making Chen Zong's internal and external transparency, and his perception was enhanced to the extreme, and he did not hesitate to draw his sword out of its sheath, and the sword light was like a lightning bolt tearing through the night sky, stabbing to the left, but there was no feeling of stabbing the target.

Without half a moment's hesitation, Chen Zong's figure bounced up and landed a few meters away, staring at the place where he had been sitting cross-legged, and found that there seemed to be a strange black shadow, which showed a trace of blood red under the light of the fire.

"Blood Yin ......" Chen Zong frowned slightly.

Since you have come to the Black Blood Battlefield, you have to do an investigation first.

There are no demon beasts on the black blood battlefield, but there are two strange things, one is called blood yin, and the other is called blood power.

Blood Yin has no entity, it usually exists in the form of shadows or mist, and it will quietly drill into the body of the martial artist, and then suck a body of qi and blood dry, and the blood is the evolution of the blood yin, which has evolved into an entity, with direct attack power, and can also absorb a body of qi and blood, which is very terrifying.

Before entering the Black Blood Battlefield, Chen Zong was prepared to face all kinds of dangers.

The blood yin escaped into the ground and disappeared from under Chen Zong's eyelids, but Chen Zong did not relax his vigilance and was highly guarded.

Suddenly, a trace of shadow quietly appeared from his feet, Chen Zong jumped, narrowly avoiding it, and at the same time a sword swung out, and the sword body bloomed with an incomparably strong light, piercing into the ground.

"Blood Yin has no substance, it is cold, and it is most afraid of high temperatures. ”

With a secret sound, Chen Zong stretched out the iron sword to the bonfire and roasted it, the temperature rose rapidly, and the tip of the sword began to turn red a little.

Behind Chen Zong, a black and red mist quietly appeared, silently, as if a murderous grimace and sharp claws appeared, grabbing Chen Zong's neck fiercely.

"Die!"

Chen Zong seemed to have long eyes on the back of his head, and quickly turned around, and a sword provoked sparks to pierce the air, piercing the blood yin like thunder and fire splitting the sky, and the scorching high temperature of the sword tip and sword blade immediately caused the blood yin to suffer a heavy blow, and let out a terrible and sharp scream, like a magic sound piercing the brain.

Peng, smoke blowing up.

"Dead?" Chen Zong put away his sword, and it was not clear whether the blood yin had escaped or died.

Sitting down again and adding dry wood to make the flame more vigorous, it can affect the blood yin to a certain extent.

The Sinking Blood Jade has a wide range of uses, and its main role is to assist the cultivation of Qi and Blood Realm martial artists, but there must be a method.

For example, the boiling blood pool is one method.

In the final analysis, the pure blood qi contained in the Sinking Blood Jade, after years of accumulation and precipitation, has already become solid, and without a special method, it is impossible to channel the pure blood qi in it at all.

If it is a demon beast, it is different, you only need to eat the Sinking Blood Jade directly and digest and absorb it with a strong body.

The sky was shining, Chen Zong woke up, his spirit was vibrant, his spiritual will was strong enough, not inferior to the ninth-layer martial artists of the Qi and Blood Realm, and he had not been affected much by the time he had entered the Black Blood Battlefield.

Extinguishing the flames, Chen Zong took his burden and continued to move forward, and it didn't take long to see a dried corpse, and after a little examination, he should have died within a few days, and the cause of death was that his body was sucked dry by qi and blood, and he may have encountered blood yin or blood.

On the body of this dry corpse, Chen Zong found two red money tickets and five white money tickets, totaling 25,000 white jade money.

"If I continue like this, maybe I can still pick up a million white jade coins here. Chen Zong joked to himself.

"Ouyang Jianlin, hand over the Blood-Sinking Jade. ”

"Hand it over, and spare you from dying. ”

"Hmph, just a few of you chickens and dogs. ”

"Look for death. ”

"Kill him. ”

When he heard the sound in his ears, Chen Zong also saw five figures in front of him, four of whom formed an encirclement and surrounded the fifth person in the middle.

The surrounded person was dressed in strong qi and blood fluctuations, nine layers of qi and blood realm, eyebrows like swords, sharp eyes, and silver-gray military clothes on his body, close to the body and exquisite, set off the heroic and upright body, and the sword in his hand directly attracted Chen Zong's attention.

The sword body is bright and smooth as a mirror, and the blade of the sword is filled with blue light, which is a sign of extreme sharpness.

The hilt of the sword appears to be carved from a dark red jade.

The whole sword looks superb, both in terms of lines and light.

At least a sword of the Iron Class.

The four people surrounding Ouyang Jianlin were also in the ninth layer of the Qi and Blood Realm, and the martial uniforms they wore were basically the same, but the colors were different.

This is a disciple of the other martial arts.

There are five martial arts academies under the jurisdiction of the main city of Jiwu, and the Qiyao Martial Academy is only one of them.

The four of them shot at the same time, the long knife slashed out, and three sword lights killed from three directions, one palm smashed towards Ouyang Jianlin like a stone slab, one leg was like a big pillar and shot down, and a sword was like a wind and thunder.

A sneer hung on the corner of Ouyang Jianlin's mouth, and his body flickered and rushed forward with his sword, and the sharp sword stabbed out, evolving the sharpness to the extreme, as if it could pierce all hardness.

The same cultivation of the ninth layer of the Qi and Blood Realm, this Ouyang Jianlin's strength was very terrifying, and under the sword, he not only broke the joint momentum of the four people, but also took the opportunity to kill one person.

The sword light flashed again, and in the blink of an eye, the second person was killed, and only two people remained.

"Stop!"

The two who were still alive realized that something was wrong and hurriedly spoke.

"It's late. "Ouyang Jianlin is obviously a decisive person, and he swords again.

"Fight. Seeing that it was not good, these two people immediately performed the blood burning technique, the qi and blood burned, and their strength increased by thousands of catties, and they displayed human-level high-grade martial arts.

A knife seemed to be able to split the earth, and the sword light was stained with a layer of blood.

A palm seemed to be able to shatter the mountains, like a large red grinding disc and slammed into Ouyang Jianlin.

"Futile struggle. Ouyang Jianlin snorted coldly, a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and the long sword swung it, sharp to the extreme, splitting the sword light and piercing the palm print, extremely fast, like a streamer across the sky, killing the two of them.

"It's so strong!" Chen Zong's pupils contracted.

The same Qi and Blood Realm ninth-layer cultivation, but one sword and one person were killed, even if the last two people used the Blood Burning Technique to enhance their strength, this Ouyang Jianlin's strength was too terrifying.

His sword, in particular, was not only fast but also very sharp, without much change, and some, just resolute and ruthless.

More than a hundred meters away, Ouyang Jianlin glanced at Chen Zong, his eyes were very sharp, and he quickly picked up the baggage and other things of the four people and left.

Exhaled a breath, if this person was going to be unfavorable to him, Chen Zong felt that he had to turn around and run away immediately, the difference in cultivation was obvious, the difference in strength was too great.

"However, the sword could have been used that way. Chen Zong was inspired.

Changeable or unchanging!

The change or the same, it depends on the specific situation, and some people practice swords, very mean, can not find anything special at all, this is most of the sword practitioners, but some people practice swords, there will be new breakthroughs above the mean, such as faster, such as more powerful, such as sharper and so on.

Drawing his sword and stabbing it, only a dazzling and sharp light flashed in the air, like a white line.

"It still doesn't feel fast enough. Chen Zong shook his head, compared with Ouyang Jianlin's sword, there is still an obvious gap, the origin of this gap is not only the gap in cultivation, but also the gap in the use of the sword, but it does not mean that Chen Zong is inferior to Ouyang Jianlin in the application of the sword, both sides have their own strengths, now, Chen Zong is to absorb each other's strengths, turn them into his own use, and further improve and improve himself.

Put away the sword, walked to the four corpses and took a look, the wound was very thin, Chen Zong carefully studied and compared, and felt that he had gained some inspiration.

Out of the sword, out of the sword!

Tried again and again, adjusted again and again, each adjustment was very subtle, every time Chen Zong could feel that the sword was getting faster and faster, and the power carried on the sword when he stabbed out was becoming more and more condensed.

The power is condensed enough and the sword speed is fast enough, which is equivalent to the direct increase in the power of the sword, and if you can add changes to it, the sword will become more unfathomable, and invisibly, the power will be further enhanced.