The Quartet audience was completely dumbfounded.

Even Wu Ying condensed his eyes slightly, and slightly turned his head sideways to sweep the knife holes in the sword wall in the southeast with his residual light.

The Blood Song Sword in his hand still rang and sounded, as if it was announcing that the sword was still in flux, and it was desperately hungry for blood at the moment.

Wu Ying calmly controlled the sword in his hand, looked at Ling Tiansu in mid-air, and suddenly smiled, that smile had a hint of inexplicability.

"The sword intent left by Wang Yuan was actually penetrated by you... No wonder you dare to threaten to beat me up, you do have some skills, and you seem to be more worthy of expectation than other waste. ”

At the time of the confrontation, he sensed it.

In that sword, in addition to the heavy momentum that weighed as much as a hundred rivers and the thunder power behind him, there was more imperceptible mystical sword intent.

This sword intent Wu Ying is no stranger.

Ling Tiansu stood in mid-air, stepping on two golden lightning bolts, and the palm of his hand was wrapped with curved lightning, gently pulling the lightning, and the cold winter that flew out had a tendency to look back.

"What I have is more than just sword intent. ”

After Ling Tiansu said this, the lightning under his feet carried his body, and rushed directly towards Wu Ying diagonally.

Winter has a tendency to look back, but it has not yet returned to his hands.

Ling Tiansu clenched his right hand into a fist, and a bolt of lightning cracked out from his left palm, and the lightning condensed into a blade, which was tightly held in his hand.

Wu Ying didn't pay attention to the menacing Ling Tiansu who was attacking him, and stabbed out with a backhand sword, and the buzzing sword body was like a dragon going out to sea.

With just one sword, the sword momentum enveloped the sky almost instantly.

Ling Tiansu held his breath and retreated his right fist slightly for a few points, as if he was accumulating strength.

The electric blade on his left hand suddenly grew stronger as he suddenly inhaled a breath of Xuanhuang Qi, and the electric blade turned into a thick mountain-like existence, stretching out his palm, and he held the Heavenly Optimus Mountain Pillar formed by thunder and lightning with his palm.

Smash the tip of the sword under you!

The Tiange Sword trembled! The Blood Song Sword fell silent for a moment, no longer ringing.

And the mountain pillar in Ling Tiansu's hand also collapsed and exploded in an instant, and Ling Tiansu's left palm and even the left half of his body were directly blown up with blood.

The scorched black palm that was originally blown out by the thunder frost peeled off directly with the flesh and skin, and the remaining palm with a combination of flesh and bone still stubbornly clenched his fist and waved towards Wu Ying.

Catching up with Ling Tiansu's serious and almost persistent eyes, Wu Ying was stunned for a moment, and then became furious.

This anger actually made Ling Tiansu feel a nonsensical feeling in his heart.

The broken fist suddenly steamed with a touch of blood.

The blood did not come from the blood on the fist, but was thicker than the blood...... Demonic energy.

The slightest red thread climbed onto Ling Tiansu's white cheeks, and his whole body was full of demonic energy without warning.

One punch down!

The roar of metal resounded throughout the lookout.

The surrounding Wang Yuan's sword qi directly dispersed.

Ling Tiansu's fist slammed into the Blood Song Sword, and it directly blasted the Blood Song Sword out of Wu Ying's hand and flew out upside down.

And his hand bones were cracked, and his fists and arms were directly shocked by the terrifying power on the sword into countless cracks, and finally he could only collapse to the side.

The anger in Wu Ying's eyes had sublimated to an extremely terrifying realm, as if it was about to explode at any time.

I don't know if it's the first time in my life that someone has been shocked off the Blood Song Sword, Wu Ying's anger has reached the point where it can't be sublimated, and even the anger is overwhelming, making him sluggish for half a beat, and he actually has no reaction to the second punch of his right hand that he is looking forward to.

The fist surrounded by demonic energy, once again, was fiercely imprinted on Wu Ying's face.

This time, it's not just about deforming your face.

I only heard Wu Ying snort, his head was swayed fiercely, and the blood in his mouth spurted out a semicircular arc in mid-air, gradually covering Ling Tiansu's body.

The whole person flew out sideways, and fell far from the ground, drawing a long line of dust.

Ling Tiansu's demonic aura was naturally obtained from his cultivation in the Shura battlefield, and he fought hard against the wheels of thousands of monsters for three days without sleep, but it was not in vain.

His feet hit the ground, and before he could stand firmly, he shook hard and stumbled.

Wu Ying's strength is indeed worthy of his name.

So at the moment when Wu Ying flew out upside down, Ling Tiansu heard the crowd in all directions, and stopped breathing as if he had a tacit understanding.

The sound of breaking the sky sounded, Ling Tiansu raised his right hand, and the cold winter had fallen steadily into his hands.

After flying Wu Ying, his demonic qi did not restrain in the slightest, but became more and more presumptuous.

Half of his body was bloody, and he was full of demonic energy.

The delicate boy also looks as scary as a demon crawling out of hell at this moment.

In the crowd, Su Xie's lips curled slightly.

This kid is really giving him more and more surprises.

I saw a trace of red blood flowing down from the corners of Wu Ying's pale and cold mouth, compared to Ling Tiansu's miserable appearance, he was just a hole in his cheek, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

It doesn't look like he's hurt much.

But his Blood Song Sword was no longer in his hands.

He frowned coldly, and beckoned his sword with an expressionless face.

The corners of Ling Tiansu's eyebrows were slightly raised, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his broken arm was raised slightly, pointing at the Blood Song Sword that was about to fly up when it was inserted into the earth.

The vast majority of the spectators present did not see the meaning of Ling Tiansu's finger.

But a small number of people, including Lu Jingye of the White Jade Cave Mansion, saw that under Ling Tiansu's finger, there were actually thirty-eight invisible sword intents that imprisoned the Blood Song Sword in the earth.

The Blood Song Sword was deep into the earth, trembling slightly, twice, and three times......

Still can't return to Wu Ying's hands.

Lu Jingye's eyes widened blankly, Rao is calm and light as water, and he couldn't help but be messy to the extreme at this moment.

If the elder brother saw this scene...... Will he be given a deeper blow.

Fortunately, at this moment, the senior brother still wants to return to Taiwan thousands of miles away to understand the sword intent, otherwise, I am afraid that he will be hit so hard that he will not be able to stand up for the rest of his life.

"I'm going to beat you. Ling Tiansu said.

Wu Ying lowered the arm that summoned the Blood Song Sword, Wang Yuan's sword intent was very broad and profound, and thirty-eight swords were superimposed on one sword to suppress him.

Now, let alone luring the Blood Song Sword Master back, even taking the Blood Song Sword back into his eyes, he won't be able to do it for a while.

Just give up.

When he lost his sword, he didn't see any confusion on his face, only endless cold calm.

"Do you think that without the Blood Song Sword, I will lose to you?"

Ling Tiansu smiled, he still had a sword that was useless.

Beneath the cloudless sky, an old man yawned and looked at the dark clouds in the south, a kind smile on his face.

His tone was extremely determined: "Yes, even if you only have one star, you can win." ”

..................

The tattered left hand slowly raised and covered his chest, and the short knife in his right hand was connected to his body in a line, far away to the sky.

Ling Tiansu looked at Wu Ying, who was only slightly injured all over his body, and said with a smile: "Take me a sword, don't you know?"

He had a knife in his hand, but he was saying that he had taken me with a sword.

However, what emanated from his sword was indeed the purest Extreme Dao Sword intent in this world.

The golden starlight faintly penetrated the heavy clouds.

Wu Ying looked at the knife in his hand in a daze, and suddenly came back to his senses, with an indescribable meaning in his eyes.

He slowly closed his eyes, hiding all the emotions in his eyes, and his expression was neither sad nor joyful.

When he opened his eyes again, he regained the cold and ruthless eyes of Fang Cai.

"This sword is good, worthy of mine. ”

It is rare that Wu Ying did not skimp on his praise at all.

Then, too, he raised an arm and pointed his sword at the sky.

The dark clouds were still piled up in a thick patch, like a thick piece of iron, gradually sinking to the ground, as if it was about to be covered by four towering buildings.

The star sand in the center of Wu Ying's eyebrows lit up, echoing it, under the dark clouds, above the sky, the dark sky was reflected at this moment.

Even if the national teacher Lao Dao used the star stealing technique last night to attract all the light of thousands of stars like the blood-red demon star in the north, the current southern star has not yet recovered its light.

But under Wu Ying's sword finger, they are still scrambling to exude their own starlight.