Crash!

Wang Tian's eyes suddenly lit up, and it seemed that a brand new door about martial arts cultivation was quietly opening in front of Wang Tian.

"Edgeworth!"

The cold voice of the young man in Chinese clothes still resounded in Wang Tian's ears.

Brush!

The sword light flickered, and the chill was bursting, and Wang Tian only felt that the cold hairs on his body stood up.

"Slow, too slow, illusory, everything, still not real enough!"

The cold but confident voice of the blood spirit made people wake up like a morning bell, and it vibrated in everyone's minds like a magic sound, and it never dispersed for a long time.

"It's... What is this ability to be so weird? ”

Wang Tian was horrified, and tried his best to expel the bloody voice in his mind, but unfortunately, to no avail.

In the silvery white light curtain, a blood shadow exuded an earth-shattering aura, making Wang Tian tremble.

"I said, you, you will be defeated!"

The sound of blood came from that bloody shadow, and the voice was loud.

The bloody robe that the blood spirit was wearing, and the clouds embroidered with some kind of silk thread on it, actually emitted a blood-colored light at this time.

Wang Tian squinted, his eyes showing a bit of surprise, and then, under the comments of some sharp-eyed people, the silk cloud actually flew out from the bloody blood shirt and slowly rose.

There are not many blood-colored clouds, only four, but they rise in the storm, almost just a blink of an eye by Wang Tian, and the four blood-colored clouds rise into the sky and become larger, as if they want to cover the sky and the sun.

And the countless swords of the young man in gorgeous clothes turned into nothingness under the suppression of these four blood-colored clouds.

The silver-white world faded, and the young man in a pale costume appeared in front of Wang Tian in a daze.

"It's... That's impossible! ”

The young man in Chinese clothes kept muttering in his mouth, his eyes were blank, quite incredulous.

"I said it a long time ago, but you don't believe it!"

The blood spirit finally turned around, and Wang Tian also saw that on the front of the blood shirt, there were also two blood-colored clouds embroidered with silk threads.

"No... No way, how could you have broken my Edgeworth? It's impossible! ”

The young man in Huafu still didn't want to believe that he had studied the family heirloom exercises and martial arts for more than ten years, and his sword trick would be broken by the blood spirit of his lifelong opponent.

Blood Spirit is no longer willing to explain, since he defeated the number one master of Qingli County three years ago, such a challenge has been happening every day, continuing every day, and he has no time to continue to spend here, his goal is the Seven Star Conference!

It's that guy!

As soon as he thought of his dazzling achievements, the sleeve-length palm of the bloody shirt hidden in the sleeve of the bloody shirt was tightly clenched.

The Seven Star Conference seems to be just a competition in which the geniuses of the provinces and counties of the Great Qian Dynasty gather and fight, but as everyone knows, this is also an opportunity for the seven major factions of the Great Qian Dynasty to reshuffle their rankings.

Every year at the Seven Star Conference, the Seven Great Sects of Daqian will send proud disciples to participate, in order to have an opportunity to re-rank their sects.

The head of the Seven Great Sects, guarding the holy land of the Great Qianlong City, intermarrying with the Great Qian Royal Family, and being on an equal footing with the Great Qian Royal Family, this is a privilege that any sect desires, and this can only be obtained by the sect where the best geniuses of each session of the Seven Star Conference are located!

However, since the official holding of the Seven Stars Conference, such an honor will always belong to a holy place, it is like a giant dragon and other behemoths, prostrate on the highest peak of Qiankun Mountain in the Great Qianlong City, looking at all the holy places with the absolute highest attitude!

And its name is called, Daozong!

The real martial arts holy land of the Daqian Dynasty, some people may not know Daqian, they will not know Longcheng, but they will definitely not know the Taoist Sect.

This is the power of the Taoist Sect!

The powerful shot of the blood spirit instantly broke the attack of the young man in Chinese costumes, making everyone watching the battle around stunned, and the scene fell silent for a while!

"Hehe, the young master of the Blood Spirit Mountain is here, it really makes Qingyun Xuan shine."

A rather obscene-looking fat man hurriedly walked out of Qingyun Xuan accompanied by several maids, and after seeing the blood spirit standing proudly and the two strong men in red shirts behind him, the fat man's small eyes lit up and greeted him quite flatteringly.

"Young master, this is the current director of Qingyun Xuan, Wu Chi, the news of the appearance of the best spirit core in Qingyun Xuan was spread by him!"

Seeing this, the strong man on the left side of the blood spirit whispered in the blood spirit's ear to explain it.

"It turned out to be Director Wu, disrespectful"

Since childhood, he has been beside Xuelin Mountain's lord Xuetian, and these most basic etiquettes are naturally understood, although he is greeting Wu Chi, but the arrogance mixed in his tone is something that anyone can hear, no wonder, Xueling Mountain is one of the seven major sects, and he himself is the young master of Xueling Mountain, the future successor of Xueling Mountain, how many people can't come, naturally they won't care too much about a Qingyunxuan's district supervisor, of course, if the boss of Qingyunxuan personally comes out with the needle, then the matter is naturally another matter.

"The young master is here, he has missed the distance, and I hope that the young master will forgive his sins"

For the arrogance in the bloody tone, Wu Chi didn't seem to realize it, and the flattery on his fat face was even worse.

"Director Wu, the purpose of my visit this time, you must already know, lead the way, I don't want to waste time!"

Blood raised his eyelids and said lightly.

"I know, I know, of course I know, please in the young master!"

Wu Chitou nodded quite diligently, and then even dodged to make a path for the blood spirit, bowed slightly, and welcomed the blood spirit to enter.

"Don't worry, as long as it is confirmed that it is really the best spirit core, I will not treat you badly"

There was a rare hint of joy on the cold and handsome face of the blood spirit.

"The villain understands!"

Hearing the promise of the blood spirit, Wu Chi's fat face was about to laugh like a chrysanthemum.

The blood spirit walked into Qingyun Xuan under the leadership of Qingyun Xuan Wu Chi, and directly entered the Jinbi attic of the highest specification.

Everyone stood outside the door in a daze and watched, their ears still echoing with the superb spirit core mentioned by the blood spirit before.

The spirit core is actually the demon beast core, but only the beast core in the body of a high-level demon beast above the seventh level is qualified to be called the spirit core, and with the word best, it means that this is a seventh-level peak demon beast.

Seventh-level pinnacle?

Everyone gasped together, the third level of the demon beast already has spiritual intelligence, the sixth level is already able to speak, and the spiritual intelligence has no intention of human beings, and the seventh-level peak demon beast, with the unique strong body of the demon beast, it is enough to fight with the martial cultivators, and it already belongs to the top of the pyramid of the demon beast world!

Most of the people who could come to watch the young master of the Blood Spirit Mountain were some martial artists who had already set foot in cultivation, and they naturally knew extremely well about the best spirit core at the peak of the seventh level.

The look of surprise and jealousy in everyone's eyes slowly receded, replaced by a pair of fiery eyes!

The best spirit core, the energy stored in the body is only enough to create a martial cultivator beyond the Ning Dan Realm, right?

……

Everyone talked about it for a while, but the young man in the Chinese costume who was defeated by the bloody move was still starless, and his mouth kept muttering:

"Impossible, how could he have broken my Edgeworth? No way, this is absolutely impossible! ”

For the performance of the young people in Chinese costumes, everyone does not have much sympathy, the winner is the king, and the loser is the villain, this is the truth pursued by the Divine Continent since ancient times!

"Hey, do you want to win him?"

A clear voice suddenly sounded.