Volume 2: Demon Realm Chapter 118: Blood Python Sword

Ye Shubai stood on the southeast peak opposite him, surrounded by steaming clouds and heavy mist, he gently dusted off the water droplets hanging on the corners of his clothes, looking like he was in a good state. The two were hundreds of feet apart, but Wu Qiang's voice penetrated into his ears very clearly.

There was a flash of fire in Ye Shubai's eyes, because he was still wearing the mask given by the torture war on his face, not the human face in the dungeon of Demon Gate Mountain, so Wu Qiang didn't know him.

In Wu Qiang's opinion, this person is not very old, and I don't know whose family it is, he actually has such a terrible talent, if he is a citizen of the Heavenly Demon City, then it is okay, even if he can't use it for himself, the Heavenly Demon City will not suffer a disaster, if this person is from another state and county, and this state and county happens to be not very friendly with the Heavenly Demon City, the people of the Heavenly Demon City are only afraid that it will be difficult in the following days.

Ye Shubai smiled coldly: "The Broken Army Bead is a remnant bead, and it is a part of the Realm Soul Bead. The realm soul bead exists in the world, it is an ownerless thing, who can subdue it, who is his master, you dish, who can you blame. ”

"Hahahaha, my friend said that you are a dish, who can you blame. That's right, the law of the jungle is the way of the ancient. But your talent is so amazing, can you tell me whose son you are? Even if I am defeated by you, you also know which young man I lost to. ”

Ye Shubai still sneered: "Do you want to delay time? Hehe, as soon as my blackening time passes, you can torture me to death on the spot, right?"

Wu Qiang suddenly felt an unprecedented shame, as the city lord of the Heavenly Demon City, no matter how he said it, he was also a hero, and at this moment, he was actually in front of an unknown junior, and he whispered like this, it was really unbearable.

You're looking for death!

Wu Qiang roared, and a heaven-shattering thunder palm blasted out.

A trace of Vajra vitality swirled at a rapid speed among the surrounding clouds and mist, like a small stream after a rainstorm, gathering down from the mountains and rushing to the big river.

The wind is howling, and the thunder is among the clouds.

Hundreds of lightning bolts and thunderbolts converged from all directions, instantly forming a terrifying wave of thunderous vitality.

The vitality wave stirred the vitality of heaven and earth, and blasted towards Ye Shubai.

For a while, the mountains changed color, and the dangerous peaks were terrifying!

Ye Shubai was up and down, emitting circles of black smoke, and suddenly his body was flattened, turning into a black magic knife, as if ploughing through everything in heaven and earth, and flew away.

The magic knife pierced through the thunderous wave of energy!

Clang!

Wu Qiang only felt a black shadow flash in front of him, and the magic knife slashed at the black lacquer beast armor on his chest.

Wu Qiang was shocked out a few feet, and his whole body flew out of the peak, floating in the air.

The magic knife continued to attack, slashing at him in succession.

Bang Bang!

Wu Qiang's body was slashed and splashed with fire, only to make him dizzy and in severe pain.

He is a martial artist of the Thirteen Rings of Demon Spirits, and with his level of cultivation, let alone being shocked by someone for a few feet, even if he is shocked out of half a step, it is an extremely rare thing.

However, after Ye Shubai turned into a magic knife, he actually used him as a test stone, and he was defeated step by step.

Although the magic knife failed to hurt him in the slightest, it was enough to make Wu Qiang angry.

The palm of his right hand turned into a Yuan Qi knife, and he quickly cut a hole in his left wrist, and a stream of blood spurted out of his wrist.

That streak of blood instantly turned into a blood sword in the air, the blood sword was no more than three feet long, and the tip of the sword flew towards the magic knife with a slightly reddish light mark.

This is the Blood Python Sword, which is the deadliest martial art of Wuqiang.

It has been three hundred years since Wu Qiang reached the level of the thirteen rings of the demon spirit, and in the three hundred years of demon spirit exercises, Wu Qiang has cultivated the blood python sword, one of the most terrifying martial arts in the demon world.

The Blood Python Sword is a sword that condenses the essence of a warrior's life into a stream of blood, and then hides it in the warrior's blood. When the blood python sword envoy comes out, it is also the most powerful embodiment of this martial artist's combat power.

It was like a red rainbow running through the sky, and the cold light flashed.

The Blood Python Sword stabbed at the Demon Knife.

Ye Shubai hurriedly turned the blade around, and tried to split the red sword on the spot.

The Blood Python Sword did not dodge, and went straight to the blade.

Brush!

The blade easily cut off the Blood Python Sword from it, but the broken Blood Python Sword instantly turned into two sliding remnant swords, and suddenly entangled the magic knife, locked it round and round, and the more it was locked, the tighter it became.

Ye Shubai suddenly felt suffocated, it was a very terrible feeling, he seemed to be entangled in the body of a giant python, and the giant python was rolling its powerful body, strangling him step by step.

Under the huge twisting force, Ye Shubai appeared in human form, his face was purple, his brain was buzzing, the oxygen in his chest seemed to be squeezed out, he wanted to breathe, but he couldn't breathe in a little air.

He looked down and saw that the two red blood python swords were still entangled in him, and there was no sign of loosening.

Wu Qiang showed a hideous smile, his eyes contained a happy and vicious color, since refining the blood python sword, the super martial artists who were strangled, there were no less than dozens of people, and the blood python came out of the hole, and never missed.

He was like a hunter watching a cunning fox being strangled step by step. There is nothing more painful than strangling a great danger in the cradle.

Such a talented person should not have appeared in the world, let alone in Heavenly Demon City.

Ye Shubai couldn't struggle, the blood python sword on his body tightened more and more, and he could hear the crisp sound of the bones on his body breaking.

At this moment, the Demon Devouring Sword suddenly flew out of his waist and stabbed Wu Qiang.

In the face of such a powerful enemy, the Demon Devouring Sword was originally unable to resist in the slightest, but when Ye Shubai was struggling on the verge of death, the Demon Dragon Relic Bone pulled out a wisp of divine consciousness, which awakened the evil qi of the Demon Devouring Sword, and then stabbed at Wu Qiang.

Wu Qiang never dreamed that the other party would be able to attack him at this time.

Brush!

Yes!

A puff of blood exploded, and an arm flew up.

Wu Qiang let out a miserable scream, and his right arm was sliced off like a watermelon by the Demon Devouring Sword.

The master was hit hard, and the Blood Python Sword suddenly lost the support of soul power, and it quickly let go of Ye Shubai and drilled back into Wu Qiang's bloodline.

Wu Qiang, who was seriously injured, lost his fighting spirit, grabbed the broken arm that flew from the air, and hurriedly fled.

Ye Shubai was also seriously injured, and the bones on his body seemed to have been broken by the Blood Python Sword. At this time, the dark power is gradually dissipating.

He fell from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the cliff.

Boom!

Ye Shubai fell into a waterhole.

This is a cold pool, and there is still a thin layer of ice floe floating in the pool, and the biting extreme cold instantly drilled into Ye Shubai's body, stinging the cells and nerves all over his body.

Ye Shubai let out a low groan, used the little strength he had left, and swam towards the edge of the pool.

One meter, two meters, three meters......

At last he swam to the shore, grabbed the aquatic weeds, and struggled to climb up to the shore.

Lying in a wet grass, Ye Shubai gasped for breath, looking at the vast sky like a dead fish, his whole body was frozen and trembling.

Because the bones in his body were broken, just in order to survive, he had a crazy dog planing, and he didn't know the pain, but now that he stopped, Ye Shubai finally felt the sharp pain that tore his body and mind and buried him.

Ye Shubai lay like this, enduring the torment of severe pain, looking at the sky motionlessly. I don't know how long it took, the dark clouds in the sky surged, the thunder rumbled, and with a flash of lightning swept across the sky,

The raindrops the size of beans crackled down, and the cliff valley suddenly became white.

The rain hit Ye Shubai's body, splashing a beautiful splash, Ye Shubai's eyes couldn't be opened at all, and he had to enter meditation.

He wanted to run his vitality to resist the biting cold, but because he had just been blackened by the soul of the black stone bead of the broken army bead, the previous vitality had already been exhausted due to the breaking formation, and the soul liquid was gone, so he had no vitality to use at all.

His body gradually lost its residual warmth in the cold rain, and gradually turned into a cold and stiff body.

"Old deer, are we going to die here?" Ye Shubai said softly.

"Master, there is a small cave behind you, move over quickly, shelter from the rain and wind, if you continue like this, you will really die." Mr. Lu was also a little anxious.

"Move a fart, all the bones in my body are broken, and I can't move at all. ”

"I'll take control of your primordial spirit. ”