Zhao Ziying pulled out the divine soldier on his chest. Ignoring the blood flowing, he said, "After thanks, you have two choices. One was killed by me, and the other was returned to my Zhao family, and you were given the surname Zhao. "Domineering words.

Jiang Hai didn't know how he got out of the artistic conception of the two lovers, but now he felt his threat.

Naturally, it can't, the little monkey's life and death are now unknown because of him, not to mention that he wants to bow down and change his surname to Zhao. A manly man should stand up to the sky, how can he compromise because of the threat to his life.

Fighting? Even if he uses the two-style three-life swordsmanship, his physical strength and true qi have been seriously overdrawn, so what can he do to fight with him. The first thing to do is to get out of here and find out how the monkey is doing, and it is best to go back to the academy and have it checked by the academy tutor. It's just that in this situation, how can he get out, he can only find a way to leave here and go to the cave of the thunder beast to ask it to help.

"Surrender or die. Zhao Ziying spoke again, and the coercion showed that this time she was going to move seriously.

Jiang Hai looked at the little monkey in his arms and smiled: "When I was born, I took Jiang Hai as my name, even if I died, I should be taken away, and I was given the surname Zhao? The people of your Zhao family act...... Hehe" has both stubbornness and pride and deep contempt in his words.

Holding the divine weapon in his hand, although his physical strength and true qi are exhausted, his head must not be lowered. This is one of the many concepts taught by the old man since he was a child: "As a descendant of Yan and Huang, you should be upright, how can you bow your head." He has always taken it to truth.

'Little monkey, I'm afraid you won't be able to drink this wine, hehe' because he decided to take a risk, and the only remaining true qi was lucky enough to force a drop of blood out of his ring finger. muttered to himself: "I don't care if you are a divine soldier or a magic sword, if you are really as rebellious as I have seen, now I beg you, give me the strength to break the situation." With that, he drew the drop of blood and wrote a word in the air.

It's the word of the Tao on the sleeve of the Taoist. This is the third time he has written, and he has no choice but to do so, although he has many secrets, he can use few now. This word saved his life once, and barely opened the seal of the divine soldier once, and now he has to use it again.

In the darkness, the drop of blood flowed, and in a moment it became a black hole, and the word Dao appeared and shined, and it was extremely red. There is an inexplicable meaning, releasing a trace of blood and light to flow to the divine soldiers.

Zhao Ziying was shocked, he had already seen the state of Jiang Hai clearly, so he threatened his life, and what he valued was the extraordinaryness of him and the little monkey. At this moment, he didn't expect him to have such a "back hand". Suddenly there was a feeling that I was in trouble. The terror of the little monkey before, and his profound swordsmanship, would have been dangerous if he had been at the same level just now. He really is the disciple of that drunken maniac!

It's not that the Zhao family doesn't dare to provoke, but there are other reasons. Back then, the children of a big family angered a lone strong man. The lone strong man blocked his door for a hundred years. The family had to close the mountain gate and order the children of the clan not to go out, and even the daily necessities were sent by outsiders, and the anger of the strong man disappeared after a hundred years.

Zhao Ziying is afraid of this, but now is not the time to care about this. The "supernatural power" of the text shape was generously shining on the scabbard. He didn't know the words, it shouldn't be this world's exercise, and the sword had never been pulled out before, it was a seal! Now the seal was being lifted, and there was a faint aura of fear flowing out of him.

How could he do what he wanted, jumping high with the strange knife, stepping out on the Dao word in one step, all the true qi was used in the strange knife, and a green blade was chopped down, to block its operation.

The powerful blow had no effect, but the blade shook violently, buzzing as if it was about to crack. Then a circle of ripple-like light dispersed, shaking Zhao Ziying away, and he fell to the ground, "poof" a mouthful of blood spurted out, and was injured.

He couldn't believe it, it was just a text that injured a Sword Sect powerhouse, what kind of magic power was this. With this time, he didn't dare to try again, so he had to take out the pill from his arms and take it, recuperate, and watch everything happen.

The red letter in the sky exuded a red glow, and it fell to the scabbard in Jiang Hai's hand. The sword broke away from his hand and floated in the air irregularly, and then suddenly gave birth to three rays of brilliance, and they fought against each other. The yellow mangs are like the Buddha's light, shining brightly, the blue is like the stars, the sea is dazzling, but the milky white is unsinkable and unsinkable, which looks weird. Although the three are all on the sword, they restrain each other and suppress each other.

The original evenly matched balance was broken because of the intervention of the word Dao. The milky white absorbs the true spirit released by the Dao characters, and the color becomes deeper, showing signs of breaking through. Naturally, those two seals would not let it succeed, and they even joined forces to fight against the milky white substance. The three colors were divided into two formations to compete to maintain the balance, and the passage of time lost the spiritual power of the Dao character and disappeared, and it did not break the balance.

Jiang Hai now has to use the power of the sword to balance them. He opened his mouth and bit deeply into his wrist, his teeth biting through the veins, dripping blood onto the scabbard.

The milky white substance made a funnel to take the blood that flowed out, and it instantly turned blood red, which looked extremely charming. It spread rapidly, suppressing the yellow mangs and blue colors to a corner. The seal is all done by a generation of heroes, how can it be so easy to break, although the yellow mang, the basket color is passive, but it does not disappear, and it is hard to support.

When Jiang Hai was desperate, the substance regenerated and changed, turning into a red silk wrapped around Jiang Hai's wrist, Jiang Hai's hand hurt and felt the red silk burrow into the blood along the wound, and then felt that the blood was being sucked by it.

This sword is really a magic sword, but Jiang Hai didn't make any moves. 'Suck, suck, as long as you can kill him' let it absorb blood. Jiang Hai only felt a large amount of blood from his wrist, his mind became more and more dizzy, and his body gradually became cold. It took a long time for this pain to disappear, but the body was uncontrollable, and although the eyes were open, they could not see clearly. It was as if I was in endless darkness, and although my head was buzzing, I could hear a faint sound in my ears.

The voice was strange, not the language of this world. It seems that the sound of the heavenly sound echoes, and it is like Sanskrit psychedelia, and it is like chanting, not telling but talking to himself, which makes him intoxicated.

The red silk stopped absorbing, perhaps because Jiang Hai's body couldn't bear it. The color of the seal could no longer be seen on the entire divine weapon, it was all blood red, and the yellow mangs and basket colors were suppressed back into the scabbard. Even so, the blade of the sword could not be drawn, because it was only a brief victory and was far from a real crack.

Although it was only a little leaked, it was enough, and the divine soldier was dazzling and blood-red, and his appearance was the same as what Jiang Hai saw in front of the stone mirror, only a little thicker.

'Jiang Hai' stared at Zhao Ziying, and his eyes turned bright red at some point, like a fierce beast. Zhao Ziying, who only watched it, had a numb scalp, and for the third time, he had a heart of fear. Although Jiang Hai's body in front of him has not changed, his temperament has changed, and he has become completely lifeless, like a walking corpse, and there is a deep evil aura in his eyes.

I saw that his right hand was stretched out, and the blood-red divine soldier flew into his hand. The two red silks on the sword body ran along the arm, staggering and circling each other, leaving ancient and mysterious marks everywhere they went, like words and more like totems. Walk until the forehead is crossed and go to the other side of the body, the forehead seems to have a vertical eye-like pattern, slightly glowing. If Jiang Hai could see it, he would be surprised, because this word is almost exactly the same as the word on the sleeve of the Taoist, but unfortunately he can't see and don't know everything that happened.

The red silk traveled all over the rivers and seas, and the bare bodies were engraved with totems, and none of them were the same. Take a closer look at the acupuncture points of the body, and the totem glows with light entering the body and walking along the acupoints. This is stimulating the acupuncture points all over his body, allowing him to improve extremely quickly. It's just that so many acupuncture points are stimulated, and the pain is multiplied. Even if there is no god, the instinct is extremely painful and yells "Ah!" and then you can see that his hair has faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into silver threads, and the whole person looks cold and weird.

There was an incomparably powerful power released around his body, and Zhao Ziying couldn't see his cultivation at all, and what caught his eyes was a raging flame that would never be extinguished. What a demon method this is, and the improvement is too obvious, making him tremble and retreat.

Not only him, but even Tan Feng was taken aback, although he had seen all this a long time ago, but in the stone mirror, he only saw it and now he experienced it personally. He had never felt so strong. Let him have the illusion that the person in front of him is the master of this world, the emperor of heaven and earth.

Not only the two of them, but several pairs of eyes in the plain also swept here, and they also felt the sudden burst of coercion. But there was no movement, because the immortal array in the center was shining brightly at this moment, and it had the potential to open. They all wondered if this human kid's strength had reached the holy level, and he wanted to kill the immortal array if he revived it. Looking at his cultivation again, he could only see a flame burning. He didn't reach the saint level, so why did the immortal array open? The six saints left, but the first saint still paid attention, "What is this kid capable of?" ’

In the end, the immortal array still didn't open, but just appeared there, watching as a bystander.

Zhao Ziying was extremely uncomfortable, she had never been uneasy, and she had never been so afraid of life and death for many years. 'It's dangerous, and it's really provoked something that shouldn't be provoked,' he felt like he was going to die. 'Death? I should have died, but it must be known to the people. ’

Once again, he used the secret method. Wisps of colorless gas began to emanate from the body, rising into the air, which was the family's message. The breath of this place can be recorded in a short period of time, and if someone from the Zhao family comes here, they can accept this signal, lock the breath and find out what happened.

'Jiang Hai' didn't take action, let it be used, just stared at him, and in the blink of an eye, two beams of light shot out, like the breeze caressing the smoke, blowing away the gas, and even ignited the flames, burning all the traces.

Even such a secret method can be captured? and destroyed. Zhao Ziying didn't even think about taking out a porcelain bottle from the other side of his arms. He poured out a black pill and swallowed it in one gulp, his face full of determination.