Wang Yi's Zhuxian Sword Qi and Haoran Righteous Qi have been tempered twice, and any one of them is already a rare opponent in the same level, coupled with the repeatedly beaten and forged battle body, no one in the same level can resist Wang Yi's attack!

But Wang Yi was not in a hurry to kill his opponent, but used the warrior as a whetstone to sharpen his swordsmanship.

Thorn, split, teasing, hanging, pointing, wiping, supporting, racking...

The simple and direct basic sword moves are used one by one, as you like, the heart to the sword, in just a few breaths, dozens of rounds have been clashed, Wang Yi was cut out of several wounds by the nine generals who built the foundation at the pinnacle, which is the meritorious achievement of the long sword in the hands of the generals.

Only then did Wang Yi take a serious look at the long swords in the hands of the ten people, and the ten long swords were exactly the same!

The sword is four feet two inches long and a little three inches wide, with two sides open, and the sword body is dark red, covered with countless blood marks.

The hilt of the sword is one foot and two inches long, like a blood flame, with seven blood-red gems inlaid in it, and the top gauntlet is a skull.

This sword faintly has a stream of blood and qi entangled in the sword body, constantly entwined, it seems to be dull in color, but in fact it hides a sharp edge, even if it is a fourth-order battle body that has been repeatedly tempered, it is still difficult to resist the power of the long sword!

Wang Yi clenched the broken star and stepped out, pointing directly at the vital point of a general.

Nine long swords came to help, and the exquisite swordsmanship was intertwined into a dense sword net, blocking the shattered star back.

A general's long sword swept, Wang Yi dodged sideways, and another warrior slashed straight down, Wang Yi resisted the slash and slashed, and a sword pierced his heart.

Without half a breath, Wang Yi pulled out his long sword, his body exploded, and he escaped the siege, and immediately took the sword!

After several encounters, Youmeng joined the battlefield, Wang Yi stretched out his hand and threw it, the broken star drew a beautiful arc, Youmeng took it casually, Wang Yi punched out, smashed a general, and snatched the long sword in the general's hand.

The warrior is about to die, the long sword is about to be blurred, Wang Yi frowned, without the help of the sword, the next battle can only use sword qi, I am afraid that before the million blood god sons are killed, they will die of exhaustion first!

Suddenly, a blood-colored sword light flew out from the Tanzhong acupoint, and it was injected into the void long sword, and the long sword gradually condensed into reality!

Unexpectedly, the blood-colored sword qi that broke into Wang Yi's body and occupied the Tanzhong acupoint had such an effect, Wang Yi couldn't help but be full of expectations for the blood-colored sword qi of the Tanzhong acupoint, its function was by no means the only one.

I saw Wang Yi and Youmeng standing side by side, killing the remaining generals on the opposite side one by one!

The two of them had their eyes wandering, each comprehended, and took a short rest to meet the rush of the twelve blood-colored generals.

I don't know how long it has been since I was intoxicated by the battle, and the generals have been wiped out wave after wave, and the two of them are already covered in wounds, and blood has flowed out from many wounds, which has caused a great burden on the body.

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After three hundred waves, the two of them were already red, with the blood flowing from their bodies, the blood light that blended into the battle after their death, and the thick blood mist around Wang Yi.

The tired look couldn't suppress the excitement of the two, and now the strength of the two of them is no longer the same as that of the first time they entered the Seven Killing Heaven Realm!

The pressure they are facing now is very huge, and there are six hundred blood-colored generals who are at the peak of the foundation!

The warrior surrounded the two in the middle, Wang Yi and Youmeng stood with their backs to each other, back to back, pressed by the shrinking encirclement, tightly together, and they could feel each other's body movements, blood flow, and even heartbeat from the touch of their bodies!

"Kill!"

The two cultivated a heart-to-heart tacit understanding in endless side-by-side battles, and they rushed out at the same time to meet the general.

Although the power of the mysterious sword in Wang Yi's hand is only at the level of a magic weapon, which is one level inferior to the sword qi of the Xuan Immortal, it also has the advantage of being a physical weapon.

And the blood on the sword is surging, hidden edge, seemingly plain sword, cut on the body, will leave a wound, if it is in battle, once the opponent is cut, if not treated in time, will also bleed blood and die!

Combining the two miraculous effects of breaking defense and bleeding, this sword is extremely extraordinary!

Wang Yi has fought until now, although there are countless wounds on his body, but Wang Yi still insists on using only basic swordsmanship against the enemy, from the beginning of more than ten swords, to ten swords, nine swords... Now that he has killed with a sword, Wang Yi's comprehension of swordsmanship has reached a whole new realm!

In the battle against the Blood God Son, Wang Yi used his sword again and again, trial and error again and again, redundant body movements were corrected in the battle, and the sword moves that could not make meritorious contributions were abandoned, and now the sword moves are purely for killing! A sword stab will take the life of a general.

Not only has he had a slight understanding of the Dao Zhijian of swordsmanship, but now even his body has developed a subconscious habit of swordsmanship, don't underestimate this, this is the foundation of every peerless master of swordsmanship.

In many critical situations, there is no time to react and think about sword moves, and the victory or defeat at that moment relies on the subconscious sword habit and the god under the epiphany.

Youmeng's swordsmanship has also improved rapidly, and he has the upper hand against the Blood God Son, and he will solve it like chopping melons and vegetables!

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The number of generals increased to 1,000, and the two had to switch strategies, one was responsible for attack and defense, and the other was behind to recover!

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The thousandth wave, begin!

Wang Yi's long sword swept, forcing back several generals, taking away the heads of the two generals, and the blood mist merged again, at this time, the blood mist condensed into substance, and there was a drop of blood dripping from the blood mist.

Wang Yi's murderous aura was involuntarily released, and the blood-colored hell surged around him again.

As soon as the Scarlet Hell came out, it inhaled all the blood mist in the air, and the range of the Scarlet Hell continued to expand, gradually enveloping it in a radius of several zhang.

After the blood mist was sucked, blood-colored waves appeared in the blood prison, a stream composed of blood rushed, and blood flowers bloomed, like alluring blood-colored butterflies flying!

A sense of comfort in control descended on Wang Yi, he felt that he was the absolute emperor in this space, any inch of land covered by the space, a trace of air, he could perform a powerful attack, and a feeling of invincibility arose!

Wang Yi's heart moved, his hands were behind his back, and the sword qi of the Immortal was transmitted throughout, and a delicate step was drawn under his feet, and the wind walked!

The Blood Hell passed by with an afterimage, and the warrior was silent for a moment, and then turned into a pile of minced meat!

In a single move, all the two thousand generals were killed, and the field was filled with blood mist, and the blood light flickered! A trace of blood mist merged and strengthened the blood stream, and the blood light merged into the body, making Wang Yi emit a blood-colored light like a blood-colored sun!

On the throne, the Seven Killing Remnant Souls observed Wang Yi unscrupulously, a satisfied look appeared on his face, a solid foundation is the basic condition for achieving the supreme position, what he can do can only help this, as for whether the seed can withstand the torture of ice, snow, wind and frost, who can be sure?

In the endless years, how many monks with the potential of the Emperor of Heaven and the infinite scenery have no bones, who can guarantee that they must be the ones who have the last laugh?

Even if he is lucky enough to come to the end, in the end, isn't it the remnant soul who lingers here and inherits the last trace of obsession and sustenance?

The blood light was waves, turning into blood-colored flames and enveloping Wang Yi from the inside out, Wang Yi's face showed a look of intense pain, his body changed under the calcination of the blood flames, and he saw that there were countless blood lines on his internal organs, muscles, bones and muscles, and gradually spread to every part of his body.

After burning, the blood-colored flames slowly condensed together, and then turned into a ray of light and flew into the Tanzhong acupoint!

Just as Wang Yi opened his eyes, the voice of the Seven Kills came, "Congratulations on your cultivation of the Blood Demon Devouring Dao Body and the Burning Sky Blood Flame! With these two things, you have the qualifications to run rampant in the world!"

Seeing that Youmeng was seriously injured, and had no time to ask and think, the blood flame in Wang Yi's body rose, and a terrifying blood-colored flame emerged from itself, spreading several feet away in mid-air.

"Burning Sky Blood Flame!"

The blood-colored flames were like an evil dragon that opened its bloody mouth and devoured life, and in the blink of an eye, it surrounded more than a thousand generals, recklessly absorbed the blood essence of the generals, and then returned to Wang Yi's Tanzhong Acupoint!

"Youmeng, how are you?" There was no sound to respond, Youmeng glanced at Wang Yi in a complicated way, and then fell into a coma!

Wang Yi's strength suddenly broke through, and the strength of the dream only recovered by 30%, so he had to stop meditating and hurriedly return to the battlefield to protect Wang Yi from harm!

In the middle of the fight, she was attacked by a knife and cut off the central vein, and she could only end her life in bleeding!

Wang Yi's divine sense penetrated and immediately figured out her injuries!

Wang Yi let out a beastly roar, "Seven kills, you come out!"

A careless figure approached, and he spoke, "What are you looking for me?"

"Knowingly, save her!

Seven Kills shook his head, "I can't save her!"

Wang Yi's whole body was full of blood-colored flames, and he burned fiercely towards the seven kills.

Seven Kills smiled slightly, and pointed out, the flames began to extinguish from Wang Yi's body, and he spoke, "Don't worry, listen to me! I can't save her, but you can!"

Wang Yi was so anxious that he hurriedly asked, "How can I save her?"

"But why should I tell you? You can't beat me, so why should I help you?"

Wang Yi was anxious and said, "As long as you tell me, I am willing to do anything!"

"Okay, that's what you said!" the blood-colored qi pillar in the young man's hand pointed out, sealing the bloodline of the dream. "You must now slaughter 100,000 Blood God Sons in two hours, and then fuse the Blood Essence into her body!

Wang Yi asked, "The blood essence you are talking about is that blood light!"

Seven Kills nodded, "Let's start now!"

A thousand and one wave!

Two thousand and two foundation-building pinnacle generals!

Wang Yi took a breath, the murderous aura erupted, and the blood prison burst out, and now it has covered a radius of ten zhang, and the blood stream in it is surging wildly, splashing thousands of blood flowers, not far from becoming a blood river!

In an anxious mood, the already proficient wind step was urged to the maximum speed by Wang Yi, and one after another afterimages swept by, and the generals were like chickens and ducks being slaughtered, and the seven kills played a magic circle, and a unique suction force was generated on the ghost dream, absorbing the blood light that turned out one by one.

The thousandth and second wave!

No, it's still too slow to save the dream with dozens of killings in one step!

Wang Yi's heart was horizontal,

"Burning Sky Blood Flame!"

The countless generals who had just turned into their bodies were immediately devoured by the blood flames!

After a wave, the blood flame grew a few points, and the blood prison expanded outward by several feet!

The Seven Killers who were watching the battle lightly pinched their chins lightly, "Tut-tut, slaughter thousands of people as thieves, slaughter 100,000 people as heroes, slaughter tens of millions of people as emperors! Slaughter hundreds of millions of people as supreme! Boy, it's not bad!"