The "boom" sound continued, and between breathing, Su He's limbs and the four claws of the frog collided more than a dozen times in a row, and the scales of the frog were flying randomly by Su He, but Su He's limbs were also painful, red and swollen. The golden bell in the throat of the Su River spit out, turned into a foot-sized and turned rapidly, blocking in front of the frog's hideous mouth. And a bronze giant finger flew out behind him, and the runes on the bronze giant finger were swirling, and they stabbed fiercely at the single horn that was stabbing at the top of the frog's head towards Su He's head.

Although the Frog Slash is powerful, whether it is the Admiralty Divine Power or the Bronze Giant Finger Divine Power, it is a top-notch pseudo-treasure technique, and the grade is no less than it, so it didn't take long for the Frog Jiao Slash to be blown up by Su He. However, at this time, the golden bell supernatural power was also tattered by the last blow of the frog Jiao, and there was not much power left, and the bronze giant finger continued to kill Ye Han under the imperial envoy of Su He.

Ye Han didn't dodge, the light and rain above his head flew out, and a cloth bag slowly flew out. The cloth bag was extremely red, as if it was about to drip blood, as if it had just been fished out after being soaked in a pool of blood, exuding an extremely strong murderous aura.

The blood-red cloth bag greeted the bronze giant finger that was killing, and a wisp of blood-red sword qi burst out from the cloth bag, and the incomparably small blood-red sword qi was too inconspicuous in front of the bronze giant finger. However, it was this inconspicuous blood-red sword qi that cut the bronze giant finger flat, and Su He sensed that the runes in the bronze giant finger were also slashed together.

Su He felt a strong sense of crisis from the blood-red cloth bag, and the crisis did not come from the cloth bag itself, but from the cloth bag. It seems that there is some peerless murder hidden in the cloth bag, if Su He continues to move forward, he is likely to be killed directly, so Su He stepped on the sky and flew back.

"Sword bag, it's sword bag!" shouted the fire elder.

"What is a sword bag?" Su He asked with a solemn brow.

"The sword bag is a method of refining the natal sword weapon handed down from the ancient sword, and the blood-red cloth bag is not made of hemp silk or other things, but is actually the flesh and soul of the living beings who died in his hands. The more creatures he killed, the more powerful this sword bag became, in fact, the most powerful thing was not this sword bag, but the sword fetus conceived in the sword bag, and that sword fetus was his real natal sword weapon. Although the natal sword weapon cultivated by this method is very powerful, there are actually very few sword cultivators who dare to do this throughout the ages, because this method is close to the demon path. After killing living beings, they have to detain their souls to conceive a sword fetus, which is really harmful to the heavens and peace, so the possibility of monks who do this is several times higher than that of ordinary monks, and most of the sword cultivators who sacrifice sword bags go mad and die. Boy, you have to be careful, Ancestor, I sensed that even if the sword fetus conceived in this sword bag is not a treasure weapon, I'm afraid it's not far behind!" Huo Lao transmitted his voice through the natal imprint, and his tone became very solemn.

Su He stared at the sword bag suspended above Ye Han's head and frowned, high risk often means high reward, the risk of the monk who cultivated the sword bag going mad is several times higher than that of other monks, if the power cannot be proportional to the risk, then the fool will choose this method. In fact, the sacrificial sword bag to conceive and raise the sword fetus is indeed incomparable, you must know that Ye Han when he left the brand incarnation only had the realm of Yuan Shen Consummation, and at that time, this fierce soldier actually had the power of a treasure weapon, which was really incredible.

With this fierce soldier, Ye Han's realm is really a rare opponent, even the most ordinary low-grade treasure weapons are not available to ordinary monks, and the vast majority of second- and third-tier Nirvana monks use pseudo-treasure weapons.

Whether it is Su He's golden bell supernatural power or the bronze giant finger supernatural power, it is impossible to resist the power of this fierce soldier who is close to the treasure level, and if he tries to resist with these supernatural powers, Su He will definitely be killed on the spot. Although this is in the sword washing pool, it is impossible for Su He to really fall, and there will be laws for him to recover, but this also means that his trial is over, and the ranking stops.

It seems that only with the last hole card can you deal with this murderous soldier, Su He secretly said. At this moment, Ye Han moved, he stepped forward, and the mana above his head gushed out and poured into the sword bag. The color of the sword bag, which was originally bright red, became dark red, revealing an even more powerful murderous aura. The sword bag swelled up, and the surrounding blood-colored mist was swirling, and there was a faint "buzzing" sound.

Outside the sword washing pool, on the sword washing mountain.

"You see, so much time has passed, and the rank of the monk named Suhe has not changed, he is definitely not the opponent of Senior Brother, and he was stopped. ”

Ye Han didn't defeat him either, otherwise his name wouldn't have been extinguished. ”

At this moment, the eyes of almost all the monks on Xijian Mountain were staring at Su He's ranking, for fear that the word Su He, which was uncertain, would suddenly jump and move into another place. If that's really the case, it means that no one in the entire Sword Sect's generation is Su He's opponent, which is called where to put the face of the dignified super power Sword Sect. It was those monks of the same family lineage, and the disciples who had contradictions with Ye Han, who were all expecting Ye Han to defeat Su He.

In the Tongtian Palace, the Iron-Blooded Sword King looked at the scene presented in front of him by Washing Sword Mountain, and said, "Do you think Su He can defeat Han'er and enter one more, or can Han'er defeat Su He and let him stop here?"

The third disciple of the Iron Blood Sword King, Liu Yao, and the fourth disciple, Mo Yao, looked at each other, but neither spoke. Their senior sister, Jiang Xue, who is now the king of the Cave Heaven, looked at her master and said, "We know about the little junior brother, but we know too little about this little monk named Su He, so it is really difficult to make a judgment. ”

In the sword washing pool, Ye Han flew over, and the blood-red sword bag above his head seemed to have a monstrous murderous thing about to pounce. Su He stood motionless, he had already felt the fatal crisis from the sword bag, and the sword fetus in the sword bag had not yet been born, which had already made him feel like a man.

Suddenly, a radius of hundreds of zhang around it was dyed with a layer of blood-red light, and this layer of blood-red light was magnificent and dreamy, but it made you feel like you were falling into a mire, and you couldn't move a bit. In that blood-red light, a blood light flew in, and the blood light was so fast that it was almost impossible to track with the naked eye, as if it had passed through space. This blood light is so vicious that I don't know how many living beings have died at its hands, and even the soul will be imprisoned and cannot be freed. The blood light seems small, but it gives people the illusion of a long river of blood, and all kinds of creatures in the long river are struggling and wailing, with hideous and terrifying faces, which makes people shudder.

The blood light pointed directly at Su He's eyebrows, and he was about to take his life in the next moment, and at this moment, Su He's figure suddenly disappeared. No, it wasn't actually that he disappeared, but that there was something more where Su He was standing. It was like a furnace, but it wasn't, but it was more like a soup pot, and there were three legs at the bottom of the pot, which was the supernatural soup pot created by Su He in the divine realm of the Forbidden Emperor.

Although this supernatural power was created by Su He, even Su He didn't know much about it, and the runes that constituted this supernatural power were created by him after visualizing the black lotus seed runes of unpredictable origin, and constantly supplementing runes similar to the black lotus seed runes from the rune waterfall. Even Su He couldn't tell the uses, functions, attributes, etc. of the various runes in it, and he just stayed at being able to use them. However, the soup pot magic power is extremely powerful, and although the current grade is only an ordinary pseudo-treasure technique, its true power has crossed a level, and it is not inferior to the ordinary low-grade treasure technique.

The blood light came and hit the supernatural soup pot, and the blood light was like a drill trying to penetrate the soup pot and kill Su He, who was protected in the soup pot. The surface of the soup pot was infinitely black, and the blood light could never penetrate the soup pot, and dense black tentacles suddenly poked out of the soup pot. Many black tentacles swarmed up, like children competing for snacks, and in the blink of an eye, the fierce blood light was enveloped, like a black light cocoon, and then was pulled into the soup pot and disappeared.

Wrapped and pulled into the soup pot, the blood light was still dishonest, rushing left and right in the cocoon, cutting off a lot of tentacles. However, it has already reached the soup pot, and what waves can be stirred, and it will soon be consumed most of its strength, revealing its original form. There was an extra thing in Su He's hand in the soup pot, which was a blood-colored small sword three inches long and the width of a leek leaf. This small sword emitted a bloody light, and the fierce aura came to the face, even if it had been captured, the ferocity was still not diminished, and it was very powerful. The blood-colored little sword is the sword fetus conceived in the sword bag, and most of the flesh and soul essence of all the creatures that died in Ye Han's hands were absorbed by the sword fetus, so this sword fetus was born with the anger of heaven and earth, and it was the most ruthless and ruthless.

The blood-colored sword fetus that was pinched in Su He's hand kept trembling, making a "buzzing" sound, and was about to commit murder. The reason why this is so is because this blood-colored sword fetus is Ye Han's natal sword weapon, and there is Ye Han's natal imprint in it.

Outside the supernatural soup pot, the sudden capture of the blood-colored sword fetus was obviously beyond Ye Han's expectations. Because the killing aura in this sword fetus is too heavy, even if someone can block its attack, they can't help it, let alone capture it, and now it is actually captured. You must know that the blood-colored sword fetus is Ye Han's natal sword weapon, and it has his natal imprint in it, once it is destroyed, Ye Han will definitely suffer a backlash and be hit hard. Ye Han frantically attacked the soup pot, although the sword bag was not as fierce as the sword fetus conceived in it, it was also very strong. At this time, he was beaten by Ye Han to the supernatural soup pot, and the soup pot continued to spew black light outward to block the attack, making Ye Han helpless.

A smile appeared at the corner of Su He's mouth in the soup pot, Ye Han's biggest reliance was on this blood-colored sword fetus, the sword fetus had been captured by him at this time, and the overall situation had been decided. Looking through the wall of the pot to Ye Han, who was frantically attacking the soup pot, Su He's hands turned into a grinding plate, sandwiching the blood-colored sword tire in the center of the grinding plate. The grinding disc rotated back and forth to crush the blood-colored sword fetus, no matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't escape, and then a terrible scream came, and the three-inch-long blood-colored sword tire shattered and disappeared. At the moment when the sword tire was shattered, Ye Han outside the soup pot was hit hard by the backlash, and he fell backwards holding his chest.

The black light at the mouth of the soup pot turned into a light bridge, Su He slowly walked out of the light bridge, and the soup pot flew up and turned into two fist-sized pieces, slowly rotating on the top of Su He's head.

"You lost. Su He's eyebrows danced.