Hold the sword and slash forward.

At that moment, I finally understood why the Blood Gathering Gu was so strong, and why the first Blood Gathering Gu owner was able to become the founder of the Miao Jiang Ten Thousand Poison Cave.

Because eighteen dreams are eighteen different lives.

The achievement of a person with the strength of many people is definitely far more than ordinary people's encounters, and at the same time, countless life superpositions and experiences have made the whole person's personality diverse.

I felt that a myriad of beliefs and spirits had converged on my mind, and an inexplicable thought came to mind.

What am I afraid of?

What am I afraid of?

It doesn't matter if it's one person or two people in front of you, or hundreds of people, what's the difference?

Compared to the great enemies of the Yelang dynasty back then, what were these people?

It's just that you need to swing the sword a few more times.

The previous generation of Blood-Gathering Gu masters founded the Miaojiang Ten Thousand Poison Caves of the Three Holy Lands of the World's Cultivation Ground, and stood alone in the world, could it be that the blood-gathering Gu masters of this generation only had to be submissive, cowering, fearing this and worrying about that all day long?

But in a war, death is death.

Filled with a belief in victory, I inexplicably felt that the Sword of the Ruined King in my hand became extraordinarily light, like a feather, as if it had no weight.

The sword is no longer in the hand, but in the heart.

At that moment, I finally sensed the true meaning of a sword slash, which is fast.

The world's martial arts are unbreakable, only fast and unbreakable.

When the long sword lost its weight in my hand, I was so excited that my whole body trembled, and I knew that it might not take long to enter this state, but at that moment, the whole person exploded.

Boom, boom, boom......

In my sight, the battlefield flying everywhere has become extremely unfamiliar, and under the shadow of countless swords and swords, countless flaws have been born, and all I need to do is to hand the sword into those flaws.

The sword is flying, or chopping, or chopping; Or collapse, or flirtatious.

Then there is latticing, washing, intercepting, stabbing, stirring, pressing, hanging, sweeping......

I felt that the muscles of my whole body were already familiar with the feeling of the sword, and with the sword in my hand, I felt that my whole soul was alive.

I felt as if I could take control of all the trends on the battlefield and steer them in my favor.

It's like playing chess, playing Go.

I felt like I had the ability to control the whole battle, making the enemies around me move to my pace, and everyone subconsciously adjusted their position because of my performance.

Controlling the field.

Swish......

The fierce battle started in an instant, and I burst into a huge battle force in the crowd, countless people fell to the ground with a wail, and many more rushed up without hesitation.

In the past, I might have had a feeling of great fear, but now I am getting braver.

And even when I met a very powerful master, I didn't panic at all.

Hard doesn't work, soft comes on.

Soft doesn't work, I'm guerrilla.

Fighting is an art, and cutting off an enemy's head, or waist, is a rewarding task.

I fell into the ultimate slaughter, and began to enjoy the wails and screams of the enemy, and even had a twisted pleasure; At the same time, I was drenched in blood, partly my own, and partly from someone else's spilled on me.

The battle went on for a while, and I finally met a strong enemy.

It was a line of defense formed by the six of them, and these six were all women, very beautiful women.

Tara.

Or the pseudo-Tara, the Mormon evil god Krishna used the beliefs of the aborigines and the unknown soul of life to create a divine envoy Tara from the pool of blood.

It stands to reason that each of these is an extremely terrifying enemy, but the Blood Sea Altar created by the new Demon King is still a little inferior to the innate fire, which makes the strength of these divine envoys Tara not as powerful as imagined.

All six Tara's are dressed in white.

At first glance, Tara's face in white clothes looks similar, and it feels as if she was made in a plastic surgery salon on a Korean street.

Each one is an Internet celebrity face with an awl face and big eyes.

When I slew a stout bear-like demon, the six men surrounded me.

At this time, I looked back and realized that there were more than thirty corpses lying next to me.

None of these bodies were intact, and were largely broken in two.

My ferocity not only surprised this large group of Mormons, but even the miscellaneous trail standing not far away was shocked, and when he saw that I had stopped charging, he not only did not come to support, but shouted at me not far away: "Hey, Lu Yan, what stimulant did you take today, and you can be so fierce?" ”

I struggled to think about it for a moment and replied, "Today? I don't think I have anything to eat......"

Swish!

A strong wind swept through, and the miscellaneous hair trail turned over, avoiding the opponent's attack, and I found out at this time that the miscellaneous hair trail was using the means of capturing the thief and capturing the king first, and as soon as he came up, he set his eyes on Duda Jiangma.

And Duda Jiangma, who has always been considered to be above 10,000 people under the Mormon Sect, is the first master except for the new Momo King, but he is being pressed and beaten by the miscellaneous hairy path.

If it weren't for the fact that there were still a large number of helpers around her, I am afraid that she would not have been so relaxed at this moment.

The miscellaneous trail had to suppress Duda Jiangma in the midst of countless attacks, so he didn't have time to pay attention to me, so one rolled over and jumped to the other side, leaving the six white-clothed Tara's to surround me.

At this time, I tried to find Qu Fatsan's figure, only to find that he was not there.

This guy is out of nowhere, I swept away, and I couldn't find anyone, so I didn't care anymore.

The situation at this moment does not allow me to be distracted.

After all, before this, I faced a white-clothed Tara Du Saima, which was a little reluctant, but at this moment there were six in front of me.

Some of these six people used knives, some used swords, and some used spears, whips, umbrellas, and darts.

I wasn't sure how long I could last in this excited, high-pitched state, so instead of avoiding the fight, I didn't hesitate to meet it.

The long sword raged among the weapons, but this time there was no one blocking and killing people and Buddha blocking and killing Buddha as before.

Because the opponent has become strong enough.

And even so, my sword still swung away from the sword, and finally slashed down on the bronze umbrella unfolded by a white-clothed Tara, splashing fierce sparks.

My sword shook back and forth three times above the mountain of copper.

The Sword of the Ruined King was warmed with the wooden sheath of the best lightning strike wood, and it was born with a vigorous thunder and lightning meaning, which was stimulated by me at this moment, turning into a blue-purple lightning, which was transmitted to the woman's arm through the bronze umbrella.

Her hand shook subconsciously, and although she was not defeated by the thunder, her body couldn't stop shaking for a while.

And it was this moment that I found an opportunity, and without any hesitation, I swung my sword suddenly.

The sword almost landed on the opponent's neck, but it was wrapped around a whip, and there was no way to go further.

Instead of being overwhelmed, I jerked forward, taking advantage of the momentum, and kicked the woman in the chest.

Yes......

The woman with the umbrella gave me a kick in the chest and fell to the ground, and I came like a tiger out of the gate, and then the sword swung in several places to try to stop my attack, and then stabbed the woman in the chest.

"Pembagon Saima ......"

The rest of the people let out exclamations, and some of them rushed towards me desperately, trying to fight for my life.

My sword swirled and swung the men away, and then my body suddenly ejected, and with another sword, it stabbed the woman in the waist who kept putting hidden weapons in the corner, and then slashed.

The woman's entire body was split in half, blood splattered.

"Rouba Dolma ......"

The death of another white-clothed Tara reminded me of the feeling I had when I was in the Grand Canyon when the hairy trails staggered past me and took away the head of the Dusaima.

There are many enemies in the world, not afraid.

How much more? But a sword.

When the four white-clothed Tara's deaths saw their companions die one after another, they burst into a great rage, and this anger turned into a ferocious offensive and rushed towards me together.

And at this time, I finally caught the figure of Qu Fatsan's bear child.

Instead of joining the fray like us, he chose to take to the skies and deal with the guys who were shooting dark arrows everywhere.

With a pair of flame wings behind him, he can be called a birdman, and with the help of this pair of wings, Qu Fatsan, who holds the measuring scale, has become a nightmare for those pterodactyl riders, and the pterodactyl dragon continues to fall.

And the omnipresent dark arrows have become less numerous.

With his absolute high mobility, he has created a particularly good space for us to play.

The moment the four of them came at me, I suddenly felt an indescribable urge that spread from the tail vertebrae to my celestial canopy.

The same scene seems to have been played out thousands of years ago.

The heroes of the world beat a sword god king.

There is nothing in the world more than a sword.

Swish!

I wielded the most brilliant sword of my life.

This sword was not as dazzling as it was a thousand years ago because of my personal cultivation, but the moment the sword light burst out, the four white-clothed Taras were instantly broken into eight.

After the sword, I felt exhausted and weak, and subconsciously wanted to sit on the ground.

At this time, the Duda Jama finally spoke, "We can't do it anymore, king, how long are you going to wait?" ”