Dust Bloodridge!

Since Ye Dong refined it, he had only used it once to test his power, and then he put it away and never used it again, because the power of the blood ridge was too great.

Today, in the face of the unfathomable Wu Tiande in front of him, Ye Dong finally decided to officially use the dust weapon blood spine for the first time.

When Ye Dong stood there with a blood spine in his hand, it was as if he had changed into a different person, and his body was full of a violent but slanting domineering spirit that squinted at the world!

Especially behind him, a faint red blood mist slowly rose up, and there seemed to be countless figures in it making a terrible wail, and whether it was blood mist or wail, they all turned into Ye Dong's momentum, and the tide rose to the top, breaking through the original limit and reaching a new peak.

Ever since Ye Dong felt the power of the blood ridge, even he himself was shocked by the power of the blood ridge, so he put it away and didn't dare to use it until he had to.

At this moment, when he finally held the blood spine in his hand and was about to officially fight with someone, his confidence was also raised to an unclimbable height.

The surrounding air also stopped flowing at this moment, with Ye Dong holding the blood spine in his hand as the center, everything within a radius of a hundred meters was shrouded in this momentum.

Ye Dong slowly raised the blood spine in his hand, and his movements were very slow, as if the blood spine had the weight of ten thousand jun, slowly raising it little by little.

In his body, the huge amount of aura generated by the opening of the twelve acupuncture points was all running along a special trajectory without wasting a single trace.

Gradually, a red light appeared on the sword body of the blood ridge, until it surpassed the blade, and the brightness became stronger and stronger, just like a small sun, but it did not have the warmth of the sun, but there was a rich sense of blood and coldness.

Seeing the blood-filled light, Wu Tiande's pupils suddenly contracted!

Sword Mang!

This is the sword that a sword cultivator dreams of!

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Wu Tiande wouldn't have believed that a young man who was only seventeen years old could actually make the sword condense into a sword!

The sword is a way of attacking that allows the aura to appear through its own sword, which can be seen as an extension of the sword, which can attack both close and far, and can even break away from the sword, attacking like a hidden weapon, and the power is much greater than the sword itself.

For sword cultivators, being able to condense a sword on their sword is definitely something that can be encountered but not sought, in addition to strength, it is also necessary to have a heavenly understanding of the way of the sword.

In addition, there is a more important meaning of condensing the sword, that is, it means that you may comprehend the sword mastery.

In addition to the fact that the sword is the most common and handy weapon, there is also a reason why powerful sword cultivators can perform swordsmanship.

Edgeworthiness!

You can let the sword break away from your body, soar for nine days, and kill the enemy thousands of miles away!

Just thinking about this image in the mind will make the practitioner feel extremely excited and excited, and it will be such a kind of euphoria!

It's a pity that the comprehension of the sword is as difficult as condensing the dust body, and if the sword is compared to a mountain, then condensing the sword is the first step to step on this mountain, only by condensing the sword is it possible to comprehend the sword art!

If the people of Sword Mountain Villa saw the sword light condensed by Ye Dong at this time, they would definitely be extremely envious, and even Wu Tiande, who was not a sword cultivator, had some small envy and jealousy in his heart at this moment.

However, it was precisely because of seeing this sword light that Wu Tiande's face shrouded in demon mist became solemn.

In front of the terrifying power that Ye Dong exuded, everything became insignificant, even he felt a trace of danger.

Originally, he had great confidence that he would be able to receive Ye Dong's full force blow through his fire succubus mist, but now, his confidence had been shaken.

But there was no possibility of reversing it, and he was also very curious about how amazing the sword that Ye Dong was about to cast could be.

Taking a deep breath, the aura in Wu Tiande's body also gushed out from the thousands of pores without reservation, making the already thick ink-like demon mist even thicker, and at the same time, the area covered by the demon mist also shrunk, firmly sticking to the surface of his body.

At this moment, Wu Tiande himself is a little funny, the last time he was so cautious about dealing with other people's attacks, it seems to have been hundreds of years ago, right?

Unexpectedly, after a lapse of 100 years, in the face of a seventeen-year-old young man, he once again used his full strength!

Finally, the blood spine in Ye Dong's hand crossed the top of his head and swung it down!

It seems to be a simple way to split the sword from top to bottom, but this is the sixth move of the "Proud Fire Sword Technique", and it is also the most powerful last move.

Nameless fire, burn heaven and earth!

The huge aura was like a flood that burst the embankment, surging out of the blood spine and turning into a flood of flames in the sky, filling the heavens and the earth, as if they really wanted to burn everything in the heavens and the earth!

Wu Tiande's eyes hidden in the demon mist had been completely filled with the bright red, and at the same time, the thick demon mist that existed around him against the surface of his body turned into black smoke in an instant because of the sharp increase in temperature, and dissipated into the air.

"Boom!"

An earth-shattering loud bang came, and the flames in the sky finally hit Wu Tiande's body fiercely!

The sound of the crash was so loud that it could be heard clearly in the valley forty or fifty miles away, and the battle in the valley was now coming to an end.

Although Ye Dong and Wu Tiande, who are the protagonists, left, it did not affect the battle situation here, Qingfengmen is obviously outnumbered, such a good kung fu, twenty-five people have fallen twenty-three, and the only ones standing are Xie Zhuo and Feng Tianhe.

However, at the same time as this voice sounded, two waves of scorching air with a little spark suddenly erupted from the nostrils of the brute horn, temporarily fascinating Feng Tianhe's eyes, and just slightly closing his eyes, the two thick horns of the brute horn had been inserted into his chest and came out through his body.

The brute horn shook the bull's head hard, and easily threw Feng Tianhe's body out of the air, and turned around without looking at it and ran in the direction where the loud noise came.

A white goose feather fan also suddenly appeared in Pan Chaoyang's hand, and between flying up and down, dozens of flames were fanned out, turning into dozens of fire dragons, and Xie Zhuo was entwined end to end.

With a soft cry from his mouth: "Burst!"

Dozens of fire dragons, along with the entangled Xie Zhuo, exploded in unison.

And Pan Chaoyang, like the barbarian horn, turned around and ran in the direction where the voice came from, but when he ran to the mouth of the valley, he suddenly turned around and said to everyone: "Destroy the corpse and destroy the traces, there is no proof of death!"

After the others looked at each other for a while, they naturally understood the meaning of Pan Chaoyang's eight words.

So after everyone ran in the direction from which the loud noise came, a raging fire broke out in the nameless valley, and in the flames, twenty-five corpses were completely reduced to ashes.