Shen Xiu, who was in the realm of washing the marrow, had an extremely astonishing speed, his figure flashed slightly, and in the blink of an eye, he swept across the air, and suddenly struck in front of an old rain building.

The thick wall building was smashed by Shen Xiu, and it was in the direction of his perception that he threw a punch lightly.

The power of the fist is like a turbulent wave, the waves of a great river are turbulent, and an old rain building several feet high is a bang, and a fist mark that is magnified countless times is silently opened from it.

The fist is indomitable, and it goes straight to the fight.

Under the broken ruins, shredded debris fell one after another, the cold wind howled behind them, the torrential rain invaded, and the dark night sky could not be seen at a glance.

Where is the figure of Wang Xuefeng.

Shen Xiu turned his head suddenly, and a cold blood light happened to burst through the air, and a terrible whistling sound suddenly surged, agitating his eardrums, and the blood shadow sword blade broke through the air from the shadows.

The majestic spiritual power contained in it is endless, shaking the torrential rain from the beginning into finer beads, and turning the wooden slabs that pass by the sword into smashing wood chips, and dusting with the rain.

Shen Xiu's eyes were like lightning, his eyes crossed the trajectory of the blood sword, and his punch did not stop, and he suddenly slammed into the space in front of him.

It was extremely coincidental that the next moment, the blood shadow seemed to come over by itself, falling under the peak of Shen Xiu's fist, and the majestic power burst out.

Thousands of strands slammed into the bloody sword.

The strength rubbed and stacked.

The last moment it was still flying in the air, and the murderous aura was hidden in the rain curtain, giving people the meaning of slaughter, and the next moment it was like flying in the air, but it was a swallow with suddenly broken wings, stumbling to the ground or planting head, or winding and climbing.

Where is the awe-inspiring aura of slaughter.

The sword of the royal line, in order to read the royal it, is connected to the soul of the body.

If the sword body is injured, it must be the owner who drives the sword.

In the depths of the rainy night, Wang Xuefeng, who was in a building, was suddenly shocked by the Shen Xiuquan Storm Hammer Flying Blood Sword, and then stood frozen on the spot, his soul was shocked at this moment, as if he had suffered a heavy punch.

In just a moment, his figure flickered slightly, and the blood sword that was stumbling and shuttling in the air was pulled back again, and the blood qi surged and roared.

His eyes were fixed on the figure standing like a mountain outside the house, and his feminine face became as cold as a thousand years of ice.

The Five Realms Martial Cultivator in front of him seemed to be more than a step stronger than the ones he had come into contact with and killed before.

For example, the extraordinarily powerful strange power, every time he touched the blade of the sword, it made him feel like a hammer, smashing into the depths of his soul.

It made his soul tremble.

What made him feel even more puzzled was the surface of the other party's body, the faint golden light that flickered slightly, like the golden bell body.

His many blood sword attacks never missed, but they were always blocked by this breath and could not be stored, and the damage caused was even smaller.

Wang Xuefeng's eyes flowed with different colors, and as far as his mind could reach, he summoned the blood shadow long sword that was shuttling in the torrential rain back and stayed on his chest.

Glancing at Shen Xiu, who was looking at this place, he stared at the three-foot long sword in front of him.

The originally feminine and handsome face was distorted, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, he spurted out a mouthful of blood-colored scarlet essence blood.

The Blood Shadow Sword of the Volley Fly, sprayed by that mouthful of blood, suddenly seemed to have received a huge power supplement.

The blood around his body was uncertain, and the body of the Blood Shadow Long Sword couldn't stop trembling, his breath was circulating, and a thick murderous aura almost gushed out.

The next moment, through the dark night, the thunder shone for a moment under the day, the red light raged in the sky.

Whoosh ......

The last second the figure resounded in the night sky, and the next moment the sword body was in front of him, and the difference between before and after was simply different.

An extremely strong collision of gold and iron resounded throughout the pitch-black sky in the blink of an eye.

After that, the sound of gold and iron echoed in this night sky over and over again, and it lasted for a long time.

and the sound of the thunderclap of the rainstorm from the falling side, complementing each other, and like the dense and rapid drumbeat on the battlefield, constantly echoing.

Shen Xiu was soaking wet, standing in the open space where the bluestone slabs were fighting, his hair was wet from the rainstorm, and his wet clothes were clinging to his body, looking quite embarrassed.

At this moment, his gaze was steady and determined, and the fist in his hand continued to bombard from the sidelines, hammering to repel the bloody shadow attacks that were wrapped in a storm again and again.

These Blood Shadow Swords are even more powerful than them, and their breath is even more powerful and sharp.

Shen Xiu could only listen to his body and distinguish the position, his eyes were in all directions, judging the path before the attack again and again, and accurately concentrated his fist on the blood shadow long sword that greeted him.

And this Blood Shadow Sword is already as if it is on his liver.

Blood came one after another, shuttling through the torrential rain again and again, and turning back again and again, but he still persevered in attacking Shen Xiu.

All the circumstances showed that Shen Xiu had fallen below at this moment, and could only be beaten passively, bearing the cold and evil aura coming from all directions.

The current situation is indeed like this, this Wang Xuefeng's sword method is far better than the disciple of Qingxia Cave he once met in Hezhen.

The strange and agile trajectory was difficult to fathom, and the number of times Shen Xiu hit the long sword was also very few.

But much more impressive.

The power of Shen Xiu's punch was so fierce now, but the blood shadow sword that was flying wildly seemed to have taken a great tonic.

With each heavy blow, it didn't seem to do any damage.

This is very different from the scene where he hit the sword with one punch for the first time.

This time, it is all a passive defensive situation, and the situation seems to have fallen into a situation where it cannot be broken.

Even Wang Xuefeng, who was in the original high attic, looked condescendingly at Shen Xiu in the clearing.

At this moment, there was a cruel sneer on his feminine face, waiting for his physical strength to be exhausted, and he would use a thunderous method like a thousand knives.

Ordinary people must be in despair in this situation, but Shen Xiu just lowered his head and waved his fist in silence in the torrential rain.

Punch after punch.

Boom!

At this moment, another sword attack came.

Blood light flows.

Shen Xiu swung his fist silently, and the majestic fist rushed out with the rain curtain, and the downpour of raindrops was stretched into narrow lengths and turned into flat sharp arrows.

Bang Bang.

Suddenly, the wall panels of the old buildings in front of them and the wooden buildings everywhere pierced in an instant, leaving thin and dense holes as large as mung beans.

The Blood Shadow Sword also exploded in the rain, shooting out diagonally, plowing a scorching mark the size of a bowl to the broken wall.

It seems that he has been hit hard, but everything is just an illusion, Wang Xuefeng's body shook slightly, and the spirit of the Imperial Blood Sword was awe-inspiring.