'Knock, knock, knock' The earthquake trembled, and a mountain peak of more than 100 meters weighed down.

The sight was gradually filled with the dark giant mountain, becoming the only one in the sight, Chen Cheng tightened the grip in his hand, sweat kept secreting in his palm, even though he had experienced many dangers, he was still shocked by the scene in front of him, and his breathing couldn't help but slow down.

What an oppressive force!

All the artistic conception is condensed into strips of light, which are condensed in a special way according to the running lines provided by the system.

It's almost ....... It's almost ...... His eyes were fixed on the ancient beast that was about to collide with the city wall, and he roared in his heart, his upper and lower teeth tightened.

The cloud beast condensed blood for two turns, but it was equivalent to the peak state of the third realm, and it may not be able to defeat the divine blood with strong abilities, but it can be a horizontal martial artist of the same realm, and it is not a big problem.

But this ancient beast, although the momentum in its body is in the second turn of blood coagulation, its breath is not condensed enough, revealing a sense of weakness. In the middle of the mountain there was an important embryo chamber that was almost dead and rotten, which further confirmed that his perception was not wrong.

The mica ancient beast may have the foundation of blood condensation, but the power and aura it shows now are only on par with the middle of the third realm, and there is still a fight.

After all the transformation was completed, the two fingers of the left hand were brought together to make a sword finger shape, and the black blade of the horizontal knife was gently stroked, and a touch of blood reached the tip of the knife along with the sword fingers.

The sky-high sword qi bloomed in vain, and the city wall under his feet could not withstand the violent outbreak of sword intent, and there was a 'click' sound, and there was a crack.

The sound of "Blood Killing* Hazy Moon" burst out, and Wumei struggled to swing out, and the blood reflected in the sky, like a crescent moon hanging high above the nine heavens.

The crescent moon is dark red, and even the moonlight shining out is blood-colored, revealing a demonic color.

The ancient beast's gaze was attracted by the blood moon, and it raised its head, lost focus of its eyes, and stared blankly at the crescent moon.

After a full blow, the horizontal knife fell to the ground, Qi Gen inserted it into the bluestone brick, Chen Cheng's feet were paralyzed, his body swayed left and right, and he hurriedly supported the city wall with his hands so that he did not fall.

I didn't even have the strength to pick up the black plum, so I could only look at the crescent moon in the middle of the day, and my heart was excited.

Ao Yi * Haoyue is what he realized from Ivan's family biography paintings, and has always been used as a hole card, except for the senior sister in this world, everyone who has seen this trick is dead.

But the mystery-level skills are limited when the realm is insufficient, and it was not until he broke through the third realm of the sword path that the shackles that had been firmly locked on Haoyue's body were suddenly broken.

The mystery-level sword skills are all made by the swordsman who comprehends the sword intent, extracts the most core part of the artistic conception, and can evolve it, and after fully comprehending it, it has the power to lead the steel-cutting level swordsman to break through the third realm of the sword.

It can be said that each mystical skill contains a lot of effort from its creator.

Originally, I thought that the two artistic conceptions would clash with each other, which would lead to the shattering of the artistic conception of Haoyue itself, but I didn't expect that after systematic training and hard training with myself in the trial space, the soul crescent moon and the bloody killing sword intent were retained, and the power was greatly increased.

This also leads to a great increase in the amount of time required to prepare when casting the skill Haoyue, and perhaps by increasing the skill proficiency, you can return to the previous state of Shunfa.

The crescent moon hangs high, and the hearts of people fall.

The blood-colored moonlight sprinkled onto the earth, enveloping the body of the ancient beast, splashing grains of sparks, the temperature rose violently, the sand was dry and cracked, and the old blood accumulated in the sand was scorched into black blood foam, and the stench was terrible.

But the ancient beast didn't seem to feel anything, and its whole body and mind were attracted to it, and it couldn't extricate itself.

Suddenly, the blood moon fell, and the cold murderous aura always surrounded the crescent moon, and suddenly erupted at this moment. The killing intent shook the sky, the sword qi was sharp, and the two complemented each other, and the fangs hidden in the crescent moon were undoubtedly revealed.

I only heard the 'click' of bones after the crisp sound, followed by the muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. After the scorching sand and gravel grains were clearly raised, the ancient beast's neck was broken, and it did not let out a wail until it died, and the turtle's eyes were confused, and it still sank into the illusion.

The greatest effect of the Dementor Crescent is to attract the target's mind, so that it does not feel the crisis of reality itself.

Swordsmen are also known for their strong attack power, and the two complement each other, and the combination is a divine skill.

It's not impossible to resist it, as long as the mental strength is strong enough, you can be immune to the influence of the Soul Twist Moon, and at that time, the Blood Killing * Hazy Moon is just an attack that condenses the sword intent of the whole body, and there is no longer anything special.

The specific upper limit Chen Cheng is still unclear, and he himself has not realized the dementor crescent, so he naturally cannot form a new artistic conception, and it is all supported by the mystical level.

The smoke and dust slowly dispersed, and the black giant peak seemed to have been pressed the pause button, staying at about five hundred meters of the dilapidated city wall of Jinshi Town, motionless.

The blood moon rushed out from the horizontal knife to the fall, but it happened in a short time, and even the soldiers guarding the city wall did not see the whole picture clearly, their bodies were still trembling, and they couldn't even hold Changge in their hands.

"It'...... It...... Dead? The guard woke up from the influence of the blood moon in a trance, and when he saw that the terrifying creature was no longer moving, he asked in a trembling voice.

The giant beast carrying the entire mountain peak, this was the first time he had seen it in his life, such a huge creature, a terrifying natural disaster that he would never forget for the rest of his life.

Thinking of the scene where it could easily crush the city walls with its own body shape and rush into the town to run rampant, his body shuddered.

Chen Cheng held the piers on both sides with both hands, and nodded lightly in response to the soldier's question, but now his physical condition no longer allowed him to make some unnecessary movements.

Falling with the blood moon was all the artistic conception in his body, and his physical strength even included a large part of his spirit, otherwise how could he solve it so cleanly, an ancient beast with a second-turn blood condensation foundation.

'Da... Da.... The sound of panicked and scattered footsteps sounded on the stairs behind him, and he didn't have to guess to know that at this time, it was none other than Wang Chen and his own crew who went upstairs to the city wall.

And their own crew members are vigorous, and they can quickly reach the city wall when they jump up, and the answer is self-evident, it is Wang Chen.

Chen Cheng straightened up slightly, his apricot eyes were indifferent, and he looked at the corpse of the mica ancient beast.

He subconsciously put away the look that might expose his weakness and put on a layer of camouflage for himself.

The cold wind was fierce and howling.

Wang Chen stepped onto the last stone staircase, his vision suddenly brightened, and the first thing that attracted him was the black giant peak that appeared not far from the city wall, a mountain composed entirely of flesh and scales, which was rare.

Bloody rode the cold wind into the tip of his nose, Wang Chen's eyes widened, his face full of shock, obviously recognizing one of the culprits who caused Jinshi Town to be attacked by the beast tide for a long time.

Ancient beasts, how can there be ancient beasts here? Wang Chen's heart felt as if he had been trampled by tens of thousands of alpacas, messy in the sea breeze.

Under the pressure of the doubts in his heart, his face brought a smile again, as the controller of Jinshi Town, he still had to remain solemn in front of outsiders.

Glancing at the guard holding Changge, he cleared his throat softly before locking his gaze on the hunter.

I saw that the young man's back was straight, his beige robe was fluttering, and the long hair on the back of his head was slightly raised, and he couldn't help but praise him, what an elegant young man.