This eight-sided Han sword can be traced, an adventure of the Sancai Daoist decades ago, and he still feels strange when he thinks about it now, and he can't even understand why this eight-sided Han sword appeared in his hands.

All this is still a mystery to the Sancai Dao people themselves!

However, it doesn't matter, the result is what matters.

This knife is not easy for the Sancai Dao people, at this time he is more than ten years old, this knife is not mana, but sacrificial life.

Although it consumes a lot, the results achieved are also remarkable.

After a knife, only half of the giant that Zhao Lei had transformed was left, and his strength was greatly damaged.

But even with the lower half of his body lost, the giant also rushed towards the Sancai Daoist under the consignment of the blood mist.

This knife has already cost the giant half a life, if there is another knife, wouldn't it be immediately going to the western sky, so Zhao Lei didn't want to give the Sancai Daoist a chance to swing the next knife.

However, the giant who lost the lower half of his body, even if his speed was not slow under the support of the blood mist, but it was still much inferior compared to before, Zhao Lei could only watch the Sancai Daoist and swing it with a knife.

He couldn't stop anything, this knife slashed out of thin air, and Zhao Lei held the devouring immortal in front of him, trying to block it.

Then his eyes went black, and a blood line crossed from Zhao Lei's eyebrows, and the huge giant split into two halves.

With just two swords, the giant transformed by the endless blood qi fell, but this devouring immortal blocked in front of him, and it was not completely ineffective.

At the last moment, Zhao Lei transformed into a puff of smoke from the giant and broke out, and all the Ouchi guards were wiped out by these two knives.

The smoke that survived from the giant finally fell in front of the Sancai Dao man, and gradually condensed into Zhao Lei's appearance.

Of course, Zhao Lei is not completely undamaged, he transforms into a giant, and the consumption of him is also very large, he not only has to accept those Yin soldiers all the time, the erosion of the rich Yin Qi, but also suffers from the blood mist and the invasion of the soul by the murderous energy.

Now Zhao Lei's brain is throbbing with pain, which is a manifestation of damage to his soul.

However, even though his mind was uncomfortable, Zhao Lei still took the Devouring Immortal and killed the Sancai Daoist at the moment of transformation and condensation.

If the spirit is damaged, it will be a matter of the future, and if you don't solve the Sancai Dao people now, there will be no future.

The Sancai Daoist who swung the second knife had reached the end of the lamp, and his life span was not much, if he didn't break through the foundation, I am afraid it would be seven or eight years.

Zhao Lei, who was dizzy and his eyes were blurred, staggered forward to kill.

This is only two or three zhang away, Zhao Lei ran extremely hard, and he seemed to fall down at any time.

Finally, Zhao Lei came to the front of the Sancai Daoist, he held the knife in both hands, and the tip of the knife pointed directly at the heart of the Sancai Daoist, and a few inches away, he could stab the iron-like clay, bloodthirsty like a demon into the chest of the enemy in front of him.

And so it's all over.

But even this short distance, Zhao Lei can't do it.

Because the Sancai Dao people swung their knives again.

I saw him bite the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of essence blood spit on the sword body of the eight-sided Han sword, and after the blood stains on it were stained with essence blood, they began to be red and hot, and even the sword body could not bear the heat, and kept trembling.

At this last step, he swung down!

"Hahaha! You thief, I want you dead! ”

The hysterical laughter of the Sancai Daoist echoed between heaven and earth, but this wild laughter could not seize the light released by the blood stains of the eight-sided Han Sword.

Zhao Lei devouring immortals stood in front of him, his mana seemed to be outgoing and outward, and his body retreated backwards, and the devouring immortals also knew that at this time, at the critical juncture, the sea of blood poured outward one by one.

Click!

A crack appeared on the sword body of the Devouring Immortal, but even so, it still did not stop, and the entire sea of blood was split in half out of thin air, and the blade edge was very flat, like a smooth mirror.

At the last critical juncture, the broken sword of the Devouring Immortal spewed out a simple and pathetic aura, and a lot of people could be faintly seen inside.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, weddings and funerals, just this short picture includes their lives.

There is also a quaint earth, faintly projected.

The former Jiuhua Kingdom appeared like this, they stood in front of Zhao Lei, and everyone in this picture, in the face of this knife, suddenly stopped the movements in their hands, turned their eyes strangely, and stared at the knife.

The Sancai Daoist only swung half of his sword, and he couldn't press down the sword body anymore, as if there were countless people holding his hand.

The old blood stains on the eight-faced Han sword's body were already extremely bright at this time, and even the sword body began to turn red and melt.

Seeing this scene, the Sancai Daoist understood that at this time, it had reached the most critical time, and he was sprayed with a mouthful of blood on the eight-sided Han sword.

Under the stimulation of this blood, the eight-sided Han Sword was trembling, and it was gradually pressed down by the Sancai Dao people.

And those images began to fluctuate, and the figures inside began to blur.

Even the ancient earth was shattered under this sword.

In the end, the sword fell completely, and the Jiuhua Kingdom that had been transformed ceased to exist in it.

Zhao Lei, who was behind the projection of Jiuhua Kingdom, was directly knocked out by this impact, and his whole body was like a blood bag with a leaky hole, leaving only a piece of blood in the air.

After swinging this knife, the Sancai Daoist also lost consciousness and fell backwards, caught by Bishui and crows in mid-air, and finally wrapped him up and flew away from Pingyang City.

Zhao Lei, who fell from the sky, fell to the ground, and at this moment he was violently impacted, and finally fainted in a blur.

I don't know how long it took, the sky was full of stars, and the devouring immortal lying next to Zhao Lei, the sword body trembled slightly.

After about a stick of incense, the sword body suddenly stood up, and a cloud of blood mist was released from the sword body, which wrapped Zhao Lei.

Then he soared into the sky, and finally disappeared into the endless night.

Outside the city, the sound of fighting in Pingyang City had disappeared, and a few people scattered and bravely entered the city.

When they saw a cloud of blood mist rising into the sky with a red light, they were so frightened that they fell to the ground, and many people knelt on the ground and kept praying.

It was a moment, the blood was gone, and it took them a long time before they dared to raise their heads again, and after seeing that everything was safe, they went in twos and threes, looking for some valuable objects in the ruins.

Sometimes, when they came across something valuable, they would beat each other together just to fight for the gold and silver that were scattered on the ground.

Of course, there are more who sit on the ground, watching their former home become a ruin, crying without tears, and losing their souls.