Almost instantly.

The old barberry caught Ning Wushuang's sword. The blood in his hand is extremely rich, and he wants to hold the long sword.

The sword is blazing, and the Ye Ye is shining. The cold light was cold, cutting through layer after layer of blood.

Finally, it fell into the hands of the old barberry.

Yikes!

His palm was cut!

While!

The long sword collides with the hand bone!

Click!

A crackling sound rang out.

Barberry Lao Dao's face remained unchanged, and he tightly grasped Ning Wushuang's long sword, allowing the sword qi to stir in his hand, and then being covered by endless blood qi.

The wound on his hand was healing rapidly, and the muscles ejected the sword.

"How is this possible?"

Ning Wushuang looked shocked and incredulous.

He didn't expect that the barberry old man's blood qi was so majestic, and the flesh and blood that was stirred up by the sword qi could heal so quickly.

He tried to draw his sword back, but was caught.

Ning Wushuang frowned, his spiritual power increased his infusion, and the sword qi raged out from the long sword, wanting to shatter the hand of the barberry.

But Barberry didn't care, the array in his other hand was suspended in the air, the blood-colored runes were shrouded, and several killing arrays unfolded around Ning Wushuang.

Ning Wushuang's hair stood on end.

For a moment, he felt like he was in a swamp of mud.

Endless danger looms over you.

A bloodshot glow in front of his eyes, and several blood-colored beasts roared and bared their teeth and claws, and lunged at him.

"Get out!"

Ning Wushuang let out a loud shout.

The divine light on his body bloomed, and countless sword qi burst out from his body.

Collided with the beast.

Kill them all.

Then, with a stroke of his left hand, nine sword shadows emerged from the void.

It is as similar to the nine swords in the sky, and the endless power spreads.

Kill!

Ning Wushuang did not hesitate.

The nine swords are aimed at the old barberry road.

With a wave of his hand, they all stabbed at him.

"Little Doyle!"

The old barberry smiled disdainfully, and his mind moved.

At the same time, he released the long sword, and his hands changed continuously.

Beasts reappeared in the void.

Its size is much larger than before, and its number has doubled.

They roared and rushed towards the Nine Swords.

Some are grabbed and swallowed, while others are swallowed in one bite.

The blood on his body was almost solid, like a real creature.

Rumble!

The first tiger was like a small mountain, and it pounced into the air, resisting the Nine Swords, and it was instantly blasted by a huge amount of energy.

But as soon as the first one dissipated, the second one caught up with him.

This is a blood turtle, rising into the sky at this time.

Rumble!

Once again, it was blasted.

But the Nine Swords came to a stiff pause, and were quickly pounced on by the beasts that followed, and the explosions continued one after another.

Finally, the Nine Swords were completely worn out.

At this time, Ning Wu's hands moved sharply, and he killed the old man with a sword.

But...... It didn't work!

Even though his sword was unparalleled, he felt extremely difficult under the boundless blood of the barberry old way.

"Hehe, junior, I don't have time to play with you!"

After a few moments, the old barberry finally spoke.

He seems to be unable to take it anymore!

"Then die!"

Ning Wushuang was young and vigorous, and he couldn't see that Barberry was so arrogant, and the attack in his hand became more and more fierce, wanting to kill him quickly.

"Young!"

The old barberry spit out two words lightly.

He didn't want to be entangled with Ning Wushuang anymore, he wanted to suppress him and get down to business.

His right hand was slowly raised.

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed. Countless blood qi rolled and gathered, and finally condensed into a blood-colored hand.

With an incomparably violent spiritual power, the big hand covered Ning Wushuang and suppressed it.

Ning Wushuang's eyes froze.

This palm is too huge, and the endless blood qi is almost crushing people, it is really extraordinary, exuding a terrifying aura.

He had to give it his all!

Ning Wushuang took a deep breath, holding the sword in both hands, the hilt of the sword was placed in front of his chest, and the tip of the sword pointed upwards to the sky.

Streams of aura swirled, encircled, and covered the sword.

Cohesion.

Eventually, a forty-meter spiritual power sword was formed.

Extremely grandiose and shocking on the spot.

His whole body was as small as an ant under the sword.

He slowly raised his greatsword.

At the bloody hand, he slashed it off.

When everyone looked at it from a distance, they saw that two behemoths had fallen and collided.

Rumble!

There is no such thing as it seems.

The big hand pressed down, and the big sword was crushed to death.

Ning Wushuang couldn't bear it at all.

As the big hand slowly fell, the big sword turned into aura and flew away, faster and faster.

Run!

Ning Wushuang was frightened, and made the fastest reaction in an instant.

Narrowly and dangerously avoided the big hand.

Boom!

The big hand slapped on the ground, and a huge palm print was printed.

The sky was full of dust.

Ning Wushuang was no longer visible on the field.

He ran, and he ran with great determination.

"Ning Wushuang ran away......" someone trembled.

The barberry old way is too strong, and it shows invincible power in just one battle!

Ning Wushuang was defeated in the end, but the old barberry did not restrain in the slightest!

His gaze turned sharply, sweeping over the crowd watching the play, and scarlet flashed in his eyes.

Without thinking about it, he rushed towards them, a large array of blood and qi spread, and where he passed, the corpses fell in pieces, setting off a burst of killing.

Those who are slightly stronger have long avoided retreating, and they do not want to provoke strong people such as barberry for no reason.

And the weaker ones did not have time to flee at all, and they lost their lives in wailing.

Some people regret that they shouldn't have come here.

If there is an afterlife, I never want to see the excitement like this again.

There were many people, and they all fled in all directions.

"Escape from this world!" someone shouted in his heart, trembling, and ran the way he came without looking back.

Others turned against him and fled to Spiegel Lake.

The old barberry chased after him.

Bloodstained all the way.

He killed all directions, the blood pill was condensed, the general trend has been achieved, and he dared to be invincible in the small world, and now he has no scruples.

......

"Chi Yan, do you think it's interesting to fight tepidly like this?" Mo Wen caught Chi Yan's punch, volleyed in the air, and kicked at him.

"Only by learning to enjoy the fun of fighting can you make rapid progress in battle!" Chi Yan stretched out his palm, caught this leg, and spoke.

Both of them were deliberately slowing down the pace of the battle.

There is no big move as soon as he makes a move, fighting for life and death.

In that case, there would be no point in fighting between them.

"Ah...... Help ......"

At this moment, a bloody figure rushed over.

His voice was urgent, fearful.

He saw Mo Wen and the two, and regardless of their fierce battle, he rushed straight over.

At the very least, there will be a chance to run there.

While, stop...... I'm afraid I'm going to be devoured immediately!

He fought hard, gritted his teeth, used his strength to feed, and ran between them under the shocked gaze of Mo Wen and Chi Yan.

The two stopped, but did not bombard him.

Together, they turned their heads to see where the man had come.

A figure strode in.

He was surrounded by an overwhelming amount of flesh.

The robe flowed.

Exudes a thick and powerful aura.

Everywhere I passed, dust and sand flew.

It makes people palpitate.

The pillar of light that shrouded him was even more conspicuous.

The two of them flickered in their eyes and kept thinking.

"Old Barberry?" Chi Yan opened his mouth and asked tentatively.

Somewhat uncertain.

This person resembles a barberry, but his appearance is more youthful and handsome.

In addition, he didn't pay much attention to this person, so it was naturally difficult to identify for a while.

The corners of the barberry old man's mouth curled.

With his right hand, he dragged the array plate and walked forward gently.

Finally, it stopped ten feet away from the two of them.

With a wave of his left hand, he flicked his robe and carried it behind him. The head was lightly raised, and his eyes squinted at the two of them.

The old and majestic voice resounded through the heavens and the earth:

"My name is bloody!"