Jiang Taixu smiled wildly, looking at the blood-red energy storm not far away, feeling that inside, Xiao Ting's aura was constantly weakening, and then weakening.

At a certain moment, Jiang Taixu suddenly stopped laughing.

"Huh?"

Feeling the huge mushroom cloud, Xiao Ting's weakening aura suddenly stopped, although the aura was very weak, but it did not disappear.

A moment later, the raging blood-red energy slowly drained, revealing the situation inside.

Xiao Ting is not dead!

However, at this moment, Xiao Ting's breath was also extremely weak. His whole body was covered with cut wounds, and blood was flowing from different wounds as if he didn't want money.

The most shocking thing was a huge wound on his chest.

The wound stretched from Xiao Ting's right shoulder to Xiao Ting's left lower abdomen. The wound was very deep, and the organs in Xiao Ting's body could be faintly seen.

"You're so hard!"

Jiang Taixu looked at the crumbling Xiao Ting, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a bright red arc.

"But it's okay, Lone hasn't had enough fun! I want you to die of pain and torture! ”

The violence and evil in Jiang Taixu's eyes were undisguised.

In his eyes, he was completely filled with blood, and there was no longer a trace of human sobriety.

Enchanted!

Jiang Taixu has completely fallen into the demonic path, controlled by this terrifying energy, and has lost his humanity.

Jiang Taixu's right hand scythe flickered slightly, and a blood-red energy burst out, shooting towards the seriously injured Xiao Ting.

The energy of this blood-colored is not strong, if it is Xiao Ting in his heyday, it can be easily broken with just one punch. But now Xiao Ting's whole body aura has been weakened to the extreme, and it has become extremely difficult to even raise his hand to defend.

Looking at the blood-colored energy that burst towards him, Xiao Ting felt that his arm was like a thousand pounds, and he wanted to raise his hand to defend, but after trying for a long time, he couldn't lift it.

"Smack!"

Finally, that blood-colored energy struck Xiao Ting's chest, exploding a bloody flower.

Xiao Ting's body staggered after being hit, and he took seven or eight steps back before he stabilized his body.

"Hahaha! Xiao Ting, look at your embarrassed appearance! Now you can't even dodge an ordinary attack from Lone! What else to talk about revenge? You're just a wretched worm who has lost your parents and loved ones, and your country has perished! It's ridiculous to try to overthrow Lone's rule! ”

Xiao Ting heard Jiang Taixu's words, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, he was frantically running the soul yuan power in his body, the corners of his mouth were constantly overflowing with blood, his eyes were tearing at Jiang Taixu who was laughing wildly, and he stretched out his right hand with difficulty.

"Huh!"

Under Xiao Ting's control, the unsheathed divine sword flashed with a faint sword light, and flew towards Jiang Taixu!

Jiang Taixu showed a contemptuous smile on his face, and he didn't have any defense at all, allowing the unsheathed divine sword to stab on his chest.

But how can Xiao Ting's strength at the moment be compared to Jiang Taixu? The unsheathed divine sword stabbed Jiang Taixu's chest, but it didn't pierce his clothes.

With a wave of Jiang Taixu's right hand, he knocked the unsheathed divine sword away, and he didn't know how far he threw it, and he couldn't see a trace.

"Xiao Ting, don't you want revenge? Aren't you going to kill Lone? Lonely gives you a chance! Come, Lone is standing here, at your disposal! As long as you can still dance the sword! Oh yes, your sword has been blown away by me. That's a shame! Do you know? At the beginning, your father, Xiao Yuanshan, was like this, he was shocked by a lone palm and flew away with his sword, and then fled in embarrassment! But in the end, he died in front of Lonely! Now that I think about it, that picture is still vivid! Hahaha......"

Jiang Taixu's words were like a steel knife inserted into Xiao Ting's heart.

"Ginger, too, void!" Xiao Ting's eyes were red, and he spit out Jiang Taixu's name word by word.

With a roar, Xiao Ting's whole body burst out with colorful gods, and with an arrow step, he flew in front of Jiang Taixu, clenched his right hand into a fist, and the black-gold light flashed, hitting Jiang Taixu's chest.

Jiang Taixu didn't dodge or dodge, and took Xiao Ting's angry punch, but he didn't even shake his body.

"Smack!"

Jiang Taixu stretched out his left hand and slapped Xiao Ting's face, knocking him out.

A trail of blood was left in the air.

"Rubbish! Such a powerless attack is simply unworthy of a lonely tickle! The people of the Xiao family, sure enough, one by one is more than a waste! ”

Today's Jiang Taixu is humiliating Xiao Ting as much as he can.

If it were Jiang Taixu in a normal state, he would never say such a thing anyway, but now Jiang Taixu has fallen into the devil, and he has no humanity at all, and his eyes are full of blood and violence.

Xiao Ting's chest rose and fell violently, the anger in his heart burned, he used all his strength to stabilize his body, and raised his fist to attack Jiang Taixu again!

However, it was still Bei Jiang who was too void and swept out with a slap!

But Xiao Ting was like a crazy demon, after Beida flew out, he would still slowly stabilize his body, and then turn around with difficulty and pounce towards Jiang Taixu!

Like a moth to a fire.

At this scene, King Chu Sheng and King Yan, who were watching in the distance, were shocked and sighed in their hearts, and their faces showed complicated expressions.

It seems that although Xiao Ting has made complete preparations, in the end, Jiang is too vain!

No one thought that Jiang Taixu, who had escaped into the demon path and performed the blood transformation technique, although he had become neither human nor ghost, like a bloodthirsty demon, but his strength was terrifying to such a point!

In fact, they knew that Xiao Ting had done a good job, but in just two years, he had broken through to the peak of the Emperor Extreme Realm, and forced Jiang Taixu into a desperate situation, and was forced to perform this extremely hidden spell.

However, the ending was so unsatisfactory.

Watching Xiao Ting attack Jiang Taixu again and again, even King Chu Sheng couldn't help but close his eyes at this moment, and couldn't bear to look at it again!

And Chu Yao, who was almost crying at the moment, fainted, and was distressed.

"Smack!"

Jiang Taixu slapped Xiao Ting out with another slap, leaving a series of blood flowers in the air.

Looking at Xiao Ting, who was struggling to get up again, Jiang Taixu narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "It's really boring!" Xiao Ting, I've had enough fun, I'll send you to reunite with your parents and relatives! ”

Jiang Taixu's whole body erupted with a monstrous bloody aura, and the sea of blood in front of him began to churn.

Jiang Taixu's face showed a hint of excitement, and he scanned the entire Zhulu Plain with his violent blood-red eyes, and all those who were swept by his gaze, without exception, were slightly cold in their hearts, and even timid soldiers were already trembling, and their faces were snow-white.

"Rest assured, you won't be alone on the road to Huangquan. As a result, Lone will wipe out all the people who resist Lone. King Yan, King Chu Sheng, and Qin Qiong, none of them can run! Oh yes, there is also Chu Yao, and the little girl called Xing'er, Lone will also solve them together and accompany you to Huangquan! How about Xiao Ting, isn't Lone very caring? Hahaha......"

Jiang Taixu burst out into a burst of wild laughter, and the bloody scythe in his right hand was slowly raised, and the blood-red light on the scythe blade began to shine.

A tornado-like blood-red energy rose from the sea of blood in front of Jiang Taixu's body, and was absorbed by the bloody scythe in his hand.

As the bloody energy continued to converge, on the huge bloody scythe, the strange ghost head seemed to come to life, and it burst into an incomparably bloody and weird laugh.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Taixu raised the sickle in his hand above the top and said to Xiao Ting: "Xiao Ting, goodbye!" This final blow is the strongest blow that Lone can master! You are lucky to be able to die under this blow! ”

After that, Jiang Taixu's whole body suddenly began to seep outward like a torrent of energy, and gradually formed an energy phantom that was almost substantial behind him.

The phantom had two horns on its head and a large scythe in its hand. Suddenly, Jiang Taixu's voice rang out.

"The Scythe of the End!"

In his voice, there was another voice that did not belong to him, and the two voices overlapped and together, which was particularly weird. It was as if the second voice came from a shadow behind him.

I saw an incomparably huge scythe phantom, overwhelming the sky, just like a real annihilation, cutting towards the top of Xiao Ting's head.

The evil and bloody aura was so real, and above the huge scythe phantom, there seemed to be countless unjust souls crying and roaring again, the yin wind gusted, and the cold air swished.

"Xiao Ting!"

In the Soul Lock Hall in Xiao Ting's body, there was a voice of some anxiety from Suo Suo.

Suo Suo didn't expect that Jiang Taixu would actually know magic magic, and it was the most evil blood transformation technique!

Even among the magic spells, this spell is recognized as the most despised spell. The Demon Dao Giant who created this spell back then once used this technique to slaughter a city in the Heavenly Realm overnight!

It was a city in the Upper Heavens Realm, and there were some masters of the Immortal Dao and the Demon Dao, but none of them escaped the fate of being drained of blood.

And this mad demon path giant was later killed by other masters of the Heavenly Realm.

Suo Suo didn't expect to see the appearance of this evil spell again in the Firmament Realm today.

After Suo Suo shouted Xiao Ting's name, he couldn't help but have a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth again.

Her internal injuries from being eaten by the chain of order of heaven and earth were even more serious than she imagined! But now that Xiao Ting is at the end of her rope, she can't sit idly by and watch Xiao Ting being killed by Jiang Taixu. Even if he used the ability of the Soul Locking Palace, he would be noticed by those bigwigs in the Heavenly Realm, and now he can't care about it!

A hint of determination flashed in the lock eye, his hands slowly sealed in front of his chest, and the colorful streamer slowly flowed in his palm, and he wanted to make a move.

But suddenly, the movement of the lock slowly stopped.

"It's ...... Epiphany? ”

Xiao Ting's state at the moment is very peculiar. He should have been seriously injured by Jiang Taixu, and he was only struggling to support himself with an unwilling will, and his eyes were showing all the battle pictures so far over and over again.

"I haven't been able to kill Jiang Taixu under the sword, and I haven't been able to avenge my parents and relatives. How can I die? What face do I have to die? ”

There was a strange bloody wind, blowing the hair from the corners of Xiao Ting's eyes, fluttering backwards.

Xiao Ting's gaze at this moment suddenly calmed down, like a pool of lake water, undisturbed. But if you look closely, you will see that in the depths of his eyes, there are images that are constantly flickering.

It was in Xuanyuan Valley that Xiao Ting first met the mysterious old man, and he was the scene when Xiao Ting cast the "Three Thousand Swords".

Since Xiao Ting learned the "Three Thousand Swords", every time he casts it, it is a half-hanging, or a simplified version of the "Three Thousand Swords", because his cultivation and realm are insufficient, he really can't comprehend the true meaning of it, and release the real complete version of the Three Thousand Spells in its original form.

But today, Xiao Ting was forced to a desperate situation by Jiang Taixu, but unexpectedly, Xiao Ting entered a special state. Xiao Ting's eyes kept flashing with the movements of the mysterious old man when he cast the "Three Thousand Swords", and he clearly remembered every breath, every heartbeat, and even, every flicker of the sword light.

Then, Xiao Ting suddenly closed his eyes slowly.

He understood.

Gently spread his hands, and above his head, countless starlights fell down, enveloping Xiao Ting, who was covered in bruises.

Just when the world-destroying sickle was about to cut Xiao Ting's head, a voice, as if it was a heavenly sword in his mouth, spit out from Xiao Ting's mouth.

"I'll borrow three thousand swords!"