The sword light is cold and fierce, and it is far from being comparable to the ordinary Mirror Moon Tower martial artists.

Tang Jian, the elder of the Mirror Moon Tower, who had fought with the Blood Shadow Old Demon before, used the Cold Moon Knife passed down by the Mirror Moon Tower, which was far from Yao Kui at the moment.

The sky was full of blood rain, and it was split by the cold moon knife light, and the knife light went up against the sky, slashing the blood phoenix.

"Afraid you won't make it?" the Blood Shadow Old Demon sneered.

The blood phoenix flapped its wings in mid-air, and one by one, its feathers turned into blood lines, crisscrossing the heavens and the earth, as fine as a net.

Yao Kui's Cold Moon Knife flew by, cutting off blood lines one by one, and kept going up.

But every time it touches a blood line, the light of the knife dims a little, and there is a little more smudge on the blade.

Countless blood threads intertwined, eventually contaminating the Cold Moon Knife.

Although the sword light is strong, it is constantly consumed, and finally becomes the end of the strong crossbow.

In the end, more than half of the fine blood web was cut through, but the Cold Moon Knife thrown by Yao Kui was also like a flying insect that crashed into a spider web, stuck and unable to move.

Yao Kui used his own qi to drive the blade to fly back, but found that the Cold Moon Knife was stuck in the blood net and no longer listened to his control.

In mid-air, there were even blood rays of light, which quickly spread towards Yao Kui.

It was actually contaminated with his qi, and in turn, his intention was also infected with Yao Kui himself.

Yao Kui's complexion changed slightly, and the opponent's magic skills were more evil and domineering than he expected.

He could only cut off his qi and completely give up the Cold Moon Knife.

The blood phoenix let out a terrible roar, and the blood lines of the Dao Dao flew all over the sky, flying towards the people of the Mirror Moon Tower.

The Blood Shadow Old Demon was extremely relieved in his heart, and he couldn't help but want to look up to the sky and howl.

Although a warrior is good at fighting, he is not bad.

is also the seventh realm, and the strength is equally superior and inferior.

The key is that the "Phoenix Blood Book" he practiced is better than the martial arts inheritance of the other party's Jingyue Tower.

Since receiving the "Phoenix Blood Book" from His Majesty, the old man has been practicing diligently, and now he has finally achieved some results...... In the old devil's laughter, the blood phoenix's wings vibrated and dived directly downward, pounceing on everyone in the Mirror Moon Tower.

Lines of blood stabbed down like a rain of arrows.

Yao Kui was helpless and resisted with an air shield.

But this time, those blood threads pierced into the air shield like iron nails piercing cowhides.

As soon as it pierced into it, every line of blood was like a strange snake with its own life and thoughts, writhing constantly.

The originally formless and colorless air shield was like blood dripping into a pond at this moment, and it was quickly dyed red.

Yao Kui felt that the other party's evil power was attacking him through the air shield.

At the critical juncture, the other Mirror Moon Tower martial artists threw their Cold Moon Blades one after another, attacking the Blood Phoenix and relieving their own Elder Yao.

The Blood Phoenix ignored it completely, treating it as if it were nothing.

Dozens of Cold Moon Knives slashed into the Blood Phoenix's body.

The blood and water that made up the body of the phoenix stirred and agitated, and after continuous ups and downs, it returned to its original state.

And those disciples of the Mirror Moon Tower found that they had all lost control of their blades.

The next moment, the phoenix's wings opened, and he saw a crescent scimitar, which looked like the feathers that formed the ends of its wings.

The Blood Shadow Old Demon and Old God are there, suppressing Yao Kui while imitating Zhang Dongyun's past movements.

Seeing that he seemed to reappear a little bit of His Majesty's demeanor, the old devil was extremely happy in his heart.

The blood phoenix he incarnated flashed its wings, and the crescent scimitar flew out under the traction of the blood line, counterattacking everyone in the Mirror Moon Tower.

The martial artist of the Mirror Moon Tower hurriedly raised the Mirror Light Round Shield to resist.

But more than a dozen round shields were cut off on the spot, and the disciples of the Mirror Moon Tower behind the shields were killed and injured by their own crescent scimitars.

When the old devil was playing freely, he suddenly woke up in his heart.

A great river, dangling in the air, rushed towards him.

The source of the river is a scroll of calligraphy and painting.

Its owner is none other than Mr. Cheng Luo of the Cheng family.

Cheng Luo splashed ink and wrote a poem about the clean river that cleansed the filth, manifested the river, and washed away the dirty blood.

The Blood Shadow Old Demon is an enemy of the people, and he is still not afraid.

The blood phoenix's wings fluttered, and under the traction of the blood line, dozens of crescent-like knife lights slashed down towards the river.

The water was cut off with a knife, and the river was cut off by the light of the knife.

But Cheng Luo was not shocked, after the long river of poetry was cut off, it did not get out of control, but turned into dozens of water streams in the air and continued to change.

These dozens of streams of water, under Cheng Luo's control, were like flexible whips, whipping the blood lines extending from the blood phoenix's body one after another.

The water whip is everywhere, as if it is hitting the weak blood line accurately, breaking the blood line one after another.

Losing the blood line connection, the scimitar with the handle of the crescent moon fell to the ground uncontrollably.

"How much can you beat the old man?" the old demon of the Blood Shadow sneered.

He knew that Cheng Luo was a Confucian cultivator in the seventh realm, and he had the magic of whipping into the inside.

Confucianism practices the seventh realm, called Zhizhi, and the sixth realm, which is inherited from one after another.

Studying things to learn, exploring the principles of things, and gaining insight into knowledge.

Confucian practitioners in the sixth realm explore and figure out the mysteries of all things, can illusory talents, influence tangible things in reality, and turn their lips into words.

When you reach the seventh realm, you can gain insight into all kinds of truths, see through the reality of everything, and always perceive the flow of the opponent's breath when facing the enemy, and avoid or find flaws in advance.

Get a magical power, called whipping into the inside, insight into the enemy's flaws, specifically targeted, twice the result with half the effort.

The Blood Shadow Old Devil had been murderous before, but Cheng Luo didn't make the first move, he was carefully observing the old devil.

Then he planned and acted, and sure enough, he hit it well.

However, the old devil was fierce, and immediately set off a more violent monstrous counterattack, holding the idea of reducing ten meetings with one force, and attacked Cheng Luo.

Cheng Luo opened his mouth to recite the poems, and kept writing.

The combination of the raw flowers and the exit chapters, coupled with the supernatural power that penetrates into the inside, constantly cleanses the attack of the blood shadow old demon.

Thousands of blood lines extend from the blood phoenix's body, which is airtight and flexible.

Although Cheng Luo was able to crack most of them, he began to struggle more and more.

Fortunately, after such a fork by him, the pressure on Yao Kui's side of Jingyue Lou was reduced, and he immediately counterattacked.

The two joined forces to resist the monstrous ferocity of the Blood Shadow Old Demon.

On the other side, the people of Jingdao were holding the golden lamp from the fire, trying to break through the dark clouds in front of them.

But after breaking through the dark clouds, what he saw was not a way out, but an old man in black.

Mr. Dark Cloud calmly pinched the trick and then blew a breath.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept over, blowing the lights above the heads of the people in Jingdao.

The Taoist priest himself was also unstable and almost fell from the clouds.

He hurriedly cast a spell, and the dark red flames turned into a boundless sea of fire.

But under the cold and gloomy wind, the sea of fire was difficult to approach, and it was extinguished in pieces.

Seeing this, the people of Jingdao hurriedly gritted their teeth secretly.

The fire flickered above his head, revealing a dark red baby.

The baby is out of the body!

The Jingdao people of the seventh realm of Taoism showed their own primordial infants, and the practice was to condense Xuanfu and leave the fire.

The dark red flames gathered into a clump, then spun around and turned into a massive wheel of fire.

Under the condensation and rotation of the flames, they finally barely resisted the wind blowing without dissipating.

Seeing this, Mr. Wuyun just smiled casually.

The next moment, a black wind blade appeared without warning, flashing by.

The dark red wheel of fire, chopped in half.

The baby above the head of the Jingdao people looked stunned and looked down.

A gap appeared on the dark red Yuan Infant's body, splitting him in two.