The spiritual ink gathered, and Ming Dao had an extra ink sword in his hand.

A greatsword that requires both hands to hold.

The spiritual ink on the giant sword surged and boiled, as if it had the power of overwhelming the mountains and the sea, and between the swirls, the fire feathers fell.

Meng Huanya was called an old aunt by Ming Dao, and she was already extremely unhappy in her heart, and she couldn't directly kill Ming Dao on the spot, but now she ...... She had no choice but to retreat.

Ming Dao wielded the giant sword, the breath of the whole person changed, the sword moves opened and closed, it seemed to be full of flaws, but in fact, the sword momentum had shrouded all directions, shaking everything around him.

Ming Dao slashed down with a sword, and I don't know how many plants and trees were directly torn apart by the sword wind, and as this sword landed, there was a continuous roar, as if the whole world was trembling.

The sword wind stops, and everything is silent.

Meng Huanya was already dozens of meters away, looking at the terrifying huge crack on the ground not far away, his eyes narrowed slightly, and said, "This is the Ten Directions Mountain and River Sword?"

Ming Dao held the giant sword and gasped, and nodded when he heard Meng Huanya's question.

The ten-sided mountains and rivers sword is domineering, and it is better to fight against Meng Huanya, who has the advantage of speed.

It was the best he could think of right now.

Meng Huanya sneered: "Although the power of the Ten Directions Mountain and River Sword is great, the consumption is also huge, and you can't use it frequently. ”

Ming Dao tried to calm his breathing, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and chuckled, "Don't forget, you are now a prisoner of the Ink Array. ”

"And I'm not the master, but at least I can get some help from it. ”

The spiritual ink gathered around him and poured into the giant sword, and as the ink color of the giant sword deepened, the momentum of the Ming Dao also climbed.

In the woods behind him, the sound of the piano was soft, like a gentle curtain of water, covering the violent aura on his body.

Ming Dao held the giant sword in his hand, looked at Meng Huanya calmly, raised his eyebrows and said, "Old aunt, come." ”

If it weren't for the fact that this ink sword required both hands to wield, he would definitely hook his fingers at Meng Huan Aya as a taunt.

Meng Huanya was furious.

In fact, since the time she was hurt by Ming Dao, her anger has reached a critical point.

Although Ming Dao has a prestige in the human world, in her eyes he is still an ant that can be pinched to death, and Wei Sheng doesn't even bother to look at it.

But it's just these two ants, one bright and one dark, who cooperate with each other, can actually hurt her!

Her immortal rank cultivation and Vermilion Bird Engraving were all suppressed by the ink array, so she couldn't resist the Ten Directions Mountain and River Sword, which was known for her domineering peerlessness, but that didn't mean that she couldn't deal with the current Ming Dao.

With a soft sound, her figure disappeared in place, and at the same time, the fire feather that had been swept away by the sword of the ten mountains and rivers returned with a long golden trace, and the fire feather that bloomed again fell like a storm in the sky.

Ming Dao had no other way but to swing his sword to meet it.

The ten-sided mountain and river sword unfolded again, and the ink sword accompanied by the rapid rain-like piano sound was sharp, and the fire feathers were extinguished one after another, but none of them could break through the defense.

With this swing of the sword, he could not stop.

Meng Huanya's speed was so fast that even the afterimages in the air covered him in all directions.

Meng Huanya's offensive was so fierce that he didn't have time to think about anything at all, so he could only rely on his body's instinct to unfold the Ten Directions Mountains and Rivers Sword to resist the enemy.

What Meng Huanya did was just unfold the Vermilion Bird Fire Feather very casually, observing Ming Dao's senseless resistance with a playful smile.

She even had the leisure to observe the spiritual ink that came from all directions and entered Ming Dao's body in a steady stream.

Those are the power of the Great Array of Momei Villa.

Is it possible to squander all this power on this waste?

She smiled sarcastically, waiting for the moment when Ming Dao tried his best to reveal his flaws.

The consumption of spiritual power and physical strength of the Ten Directions Mountain and River Sword is too great, even with the blessing of the great array and the nourishment of the sound of the qin, Ming Dao will eventually be tired.

That moment was not long in coming.

A small crack appeared in the sword wind of the Ten Directions Mountains and Rivers Sword.

At this moment, the fire feathers that had been cut down by the ink sword burned again, and the red gold flames raged all over the field, dyeing the entire area into red gold.

In the sea of fire, a figure swept by like lightning, and only Ming Dao's body stood in front of him.

Meng Huan Yan smiled, waiting for the picture of Ming Dao's chest being pierced by her and his body being burned to the ground.

She had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

But while moving at high speeds, she noticed an interesting fact.

Ming Dao's left hand was still holding the hilt of the ink sword, but his right hand was already immersed in the ink sword. Single

Her smile faded into mockery.

Still dying?

No matter how much help you have, you have just stepped into the ninth order, and the Ten Directions Mountain and River Sword that you rely on to survive has also lost its effectiveness, why should you block my blow?

In the next second, she saw Ming Dao pull out a small ink sword from the giant sword.

A sword within a sword?

Meng Huanya didn't care, she was confident that in another second, Mingdao would definitely die.

At that time, it was just a piece of cake for her to find out Wei Sheng who was hiding in the mountains and forests.

Then she broke through the unguarded ink array and wiped out everyone in Momei Villa, and everything would be beautiful again.

Thinking of this bright future, her mood couldn't help but brighten.

A faint smell of blood crept into her nostrils at this point.

She frowned slightly, not knowing where the foul smell was coming from.

A bright red blood light suddenly bloomed in front of her eyes.

At the same time, the smell of blood became more and more intense, as if it was eroding everything around it, leaving only a piece of blood red around it.

At the end of the blood light is Ming Dao's left hand.

He held the ink sword and stabbed at Meng Huan Aya, who was close at hand.

In his left hand, he still held the great sword, a thorn that was more unsightly than a three-year-old playing with a twig.

But it was this terrible sword that made Meng Huanya's complexion change greatly.

The flaw of the Ten Directions Mountains and Rivers Sword turned out to be deliberately appearing, just to make her rush forward, so that she could not avoid his terrible and insidious sword!

With a clear sound, Meng Huan Aya's long skirt was quickly covered by red gold fire feathers, and the fire feathers were woven into a piece of feather armor, exuding a powerful aura.

This was Meng Huanya's strongest defense, and it was also the fastest response she could do after noticing the blood light.

The ink sword fell with the blood light, the feather armor shattered in response, and the red gold flame containing infinite power in it was directly extinguished, completely losing its defensive ability.

The feathers of fire in the air lost control and fell like kites with broken strings, and the flames of the fire were extinguished silently.

A thin scar appeared on Meng Huanya's chest, and blood splattered out, staining the long skirt with blood red, and the wound was even more blood-colored and densely foggy.

However, in an instant, Meng Huanya's body had retreated dozens of meters away, and the jade hand couldn't hide the erupting blood.

It should be difficult for people to imagine that such a small wound could have such a large amount of bleeding.

Meng Huanya's face was pale, and she only felt that the meridians in her body had been broken, and her vitality was constantly losing with the eruption of blood, and she almost didn't fall down by holding on to the tree.

Her pupils had almost shrunk to a point, staring at the ink sword in Ming Dao's hand that exuded a faint blood aura in disbelief, and shouted angrily, "How can you use the Blood Demon Sword!"

"How dare you wield the Blood Demon Sword!"

The giant sword in Ming Dao's left hand had already dissipated, he was half-kneeling on the ground, and the blood light of the ink sword in his right hand gradually disappeared, until the blood color completely faded, he breathed a sigh of relief and stood up with some difficulty.

He looked directly at Meng Huanya and did not answer her question.

......

"Blood Demon Sword Technique!"

Above the top of the clouds, Sima Wuhua's pupils gradually deepened, staring at the blood-shining Mo Li in Shang Yunjian's hand.

He raised his hand, and the blood on the whip in his hand was directly thrown off and dissipated between heaven and earth.

His tone was still calm, but there was a strong killing intent in his words: "I have one more reason to kill you." ”

Shang Yunjian rubbed his wrist and smiled faintly: "You have always wanted to kill me, is it wrong to have more reasons and one less?"

When he said this, he had some regret in his heart.

In the previous battle of thousands of moves, he deliberately used the Canglang Sword to weave a sword net in the defensive position, just to win by surprise with the Blood Demon Sword, but unexpectedly Sima Wuhua directly saw through it, and the most critical sword fell short.

If this opportunity is missed, there will be no more.

"When you practice the Blood Demon Sword Technique, you are the enemy of the entire world. Sima Wuhua said in a deep voice, "Shang Jian Immortal knows what he will think of you." ”

Shang Yunjian waved his hand and said indifferently: "Sword Demon Shang Kunlun is originally a person from my Shoreless Sword Peak, even if he is guilty of heinous crimes, his sword is still qualified to be engraved on the sword wall of the Shoreless Sword Peak." ”

He raised his sword and said contemptuously: "I, the person in Wu'an Sword Peak, who practices his own swordsmanship, is it your business?"