The corners of Chu Tiance's mouth were bleeding, and his breath was slightly sluggish.

However, his figure is still tall and tall, like a long sword, standing in front of Ghost Dance Autumn.

The true intent of the Extreme Realm fused with the Origin Divine Pattern, stirring with all its might, constantly connecting with the eternal sword intent of the mountains and rivers, and condensing into a vast sword curtain.

There are three bloodline origins in the Dark Sword King's bloodline, which are flame, destruction, and death, and this eternal origin seems to be also imprinted in the deepest part of Chu Tiance's bloodline, but it can't really be intertwined with the other three origins. At this time, under the full urging of all his strength, Chu Tiance faintly felt a trace of inexplicable stagnation, but there seemed to be no real conflict between the four origins.

It's an extremely delicate, extremely eerie feeling.

Chu Tiance himself didn't have a clear grasp before.

It was only at this time, under the extremely powerful attack of the Netherworld, and the urging of the eternal origin to the extreme, that he faintly grasped a trace of magic and enlightenment.

"I'd like to see how many swords you can block!"

The eyes of the ghost son were extremely deep, and he roared, stepped into the void, and the sword was like a black python, and he slashed out again.

Chu Tiance took a deep breath, his body did not move, did not avoid, and held the long sword horizontally with both hands, as if pushing a mountain, and slowly withdrew.

Gloomy, heavy, broad, majestic!

The mountains and rivers are eternal, immortal, the sword is like a majestic mountain, such as a mighty river, facing the black sword light like a python and a dragon, and slashing out.

There are no fancy, no changes, Chu Tiance has understood at this moment that fighting head-on is the safest means.

The power and wonder of the secret martial arts can make up for the gap in the realm to the greatest extent. Netherworld is a few hundred years older than Chu Tiance, three realms higher, one strength to break ten guilds, the huge gap in strength is not at all an ordinary sense of skill and tactics can make up, if you use the purple electric type, purgatory fire sword to meet the enemy, the defense will almost immediately fall apart and be defeated.

Boom, boom, boom! boom! boom!

The two swords were constantly intertwined, and every time they collided, Chu Tiance took three steps back.

Eighteen steps back, thick blood continued to overflow from the corners of his mouth, and his breath seemed to be constantly falling.

However, Chu Tiance's pupils became brighter and brighter, and the flames of his left pupil were almost intense to the extreme, like nine flames burning the heavens.

Thousands of grinds and hundreds of refining into steel, Chu Tiance is like a piece of pig iron, experiencing a crazy and tyrannical beating.

Almost every moment, every collision, Chu Tiance could feel his crazy improvement.

The Dark Sword King bloodline and the Heavenly Demon True Scripture have never been exercises for closed-door meditation.

The explosion of life and death on the edge of life and death is the road to heaven that stirs up the power of the origin.

The Shadow Son's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he suddenly let out a clear roar, and the seventh sword suddenly swallowed the sword qi stirring in the void in an instant, and the huge python body seemed to be condensed a hundred times in an instant, and even faintly turned the python into a Jiao, diffusing a majestic and endless domineering. Walking with the sword, the sword aura was strong, the snake roared intertwined with the sword roar, and suddenly slashed towards Chu Tiance.

This is the seventh sword, but the true vitality is like seven swords in one, and the power is instantly high-spirited to the extreme.

At this moment, a sharp sword roar suddenly sounded from behind, and the fierce killing intent went straight to the heart.

Infinite blood mist flew wantonly, like thousands of dragons and snakes, the void raged, and suddenly swept towards the Netherworld.

"You're looking for death!"

The moment of the ghost dance is accurate to the extreme, and the agility is to the extreme.

Six swords slashed in a row, the strength and will of the Netherworld, all of them are high-spirited to the extreme, this seventh sword is a real supreme killing move.

The Black Python Killing Sword is a top-notch celestial mid-grade martial art, and the Netherworld has been cultivating for a hundred years, and it is only one line away from the true realm of perfection.

And these seven swords are continuous, and the means of integrating qi and sublimating the spirit are the means by which the Netherworld Son forcibly ascends to the power of perfection!

But now, the sword of Ghost Dance Autumn was cut at this critical time node with extreme precision, instantly shattering the savings of the Netherworld.

The ink-colored long sword slashed horizontally, and the tyrannical fury rolled up a terrible wind, and the energy of Sen Ran was wantonly agitated, and the breath of death quietly diffused. Within a radius of dozens of miles, almost all the swimming fish and birds were annihilated in an instant, even in the blue waves hundreds of meters deep, the four-grade sea beasts could not be spared, leaving only a piece of tragic blood, staining the blue sea red.

With a crisp sound, the blood-colored soft sword suddenly drew a strange arc, and the blade jumped back and slammed towards the center of the Nether's eyebrows.

Sharp and flexible, heavy as a giant pestle and axe, tough as a long whip and iron rope.

The blood-colored soft sword, the killing machine that burst out in an instant, is like a spiritual snake soaring into the abyss and a divine dragon rising!

"Half-step through the secluded, no, this is also a secluded martial art!"

The ghost child was slightly stunned, and suddenly exclaimed, and the shock and ecstasy in his eyes boiled violently.

The sword qi was like lightning, and it stabbed sharply into the center of the eyebrows, but at this moment, the left palm of the Netherworld suddenly appeared in front of the sword blade.

The five fingers are like hooks and locks, and they suddenly grasp the blade of the sword, and the palm of the palm is pale blue, and it is a ground-level boxing glove!

The footsteps slid slightly, and the Ghost Dance Autumn Long Sword turned abruptly, and the sword was swallowed, and it was suddenly retracted, and there was no idea of confronting the Netherworld head-on. Almost at the same time, the vast eternal true intent came to mind again, as if the top of the majestic mountain was covered, and infinite power descended with a bang, and the tyrannical and domineering sword qi of destruction pierced through the back of the head of the Netherworld!

The skull is the most dangerous point, and once it is injured, the consequences are unimaginable.

Although the Netherworld was a powerhouse in the middle of the Returning Treasure Realm, it was impossible for him to resist this sword purely by relying on his physical strength.

Chu Tiance simultaneously urged the two innate supernatural powers of the Blood Killing Sword and the Heavenly Flame Dragon Fury to the extreme, and his strength was almost not inferior to the early stage of the Returning to the Tibetan Realm.

With the power of returning to the Tibetan realm to urge the martial arts, don't say that the Netherworld Temple is not good at physical body refining, even if it is a mid-stage spirit beast of the fifth grade, there is death but no life.

There was a loud bang, and the violent sword qi surged, and the ghost son only felt a sharp pain in his skull, and his body suddenly retreated to one side.

Chu Tiance and Ghost Wuqiu retreated dozens of meters at the same time, standing side by side.

Suddenly, the figures of the three of them froze at the same time, and a strange and chilling silence and balance quietly rose.

"It's unthinkable that I can encounter the second secret martial art. ”

The Netherworld took a deep breath, and the true yuan wandered, slowly eliminating the pain in the back of his head.

In his eyes, the excitement was almost out of control, faintly reaching a level of numbness and confusion.

Ghost Wuqiu's fingertips brushed the blade of the sword and said: "The Blood Mist Sword of the Underworld Mountain, through the middle grade of the secluded, the ghost cultivates swordsmanship." It is rumored that every peerless demon will be loved and tortured by fate at the same time, desperate situations, full of flowers, if you have the means, even if you come to take it, you can kill the two of us, what you can get is not only heavy treasure, but also luck!"

(End of chapter)