The blood cloud was violently churning and was pulled towards Wang Zhen's side, he started his foraging journey like a glutton, Yin Spring Shura loomed in the blood cloud, and the deadly magic light blade continued to cut through the blood cloud and slash towards his body.

Wang Zhen grinned widely, as if he was crazy, as if he didn't know it, and let these terrifying demonic qi blades slash on his body, and blood splashed on his body, and at this moment, Wang Zhen actually smiled.

There was only madness left in his pupils, and the two heavy swords in his hands danced wildly, rolling up a terrifying blood-colored tornado, and the sword blade storm swept through the sky, constantly rolling the terrifying blood clouds shrouded above into the storm, and in the blink of an eye, a blood-colored sword blade tornado with a diameter of a thousand zhang took shape in the sky.

It shone with a terrifying sword, like a meat grinder, rolling those Yin Spring Shura hidden in the blood cloud into the storm blade, the dragon and the covered snow were like the butcher knife of the meat grinder, and those Yin Spring Shura's iron-like bodies were as fragile as tofu in front of them.

There was a rain of flesh and blood in the sky, but before they could fall to the ground, they were pulled back into the blood-colored sword storm by a violent force, becoming the food for Wang Zhen's continued power.

Xue Shuanghua's face was slightly pale, and there was a hint of envy in his eyes, Wang Zhen at this time was like a never-ending terrifying killing machine, after those Yin Spring Shura were killed, they would be preyed upon by him and become nourishment for his blood sacrifice.

As long as the Yin Spring Shura and the blood clouds in the sky are still there, then Wang Zhen will use the hymn of blood to incarnate as the end of their lives, their last nightmare of fear.

Xue Shuanghua looked at the sword in his hand, Wang Zhen's fighting style is not suitable for him, and there are many kinds of swords, Wang Zhen takes the way of the sword, and pays attention to the way of breaking with ten thousand laws, Wang Zhen's sword is similar to Tieshan, but Tieshan's sword is more domineering, Tieshan is the way to break the sky, and it is so magnificent to break the sky with a sword.

But Xue Shuanghua thought that he had no way to do it, so he chose the way of sword skill, and the impermanence of water was regarded as skill, so Xue Shuanghua's sword path was the way of change and the way of will!

The mind is integrated into the sword intent, and it can be generated in a thousand ways, and his sword path is like this, just like the shape of the stegosaurus he used before, but unfortunately the cultivation is not enough to make it completely formed, that is, it is formless and has no rhyme, and the picture has its appearance.

However, after seeing Wang Zhen's madness, he seemed to have an epiphany, he felt that there was an indescribable power in his heart, as if there was an extra wisp of sword in his heart at this moment, he never thought about why such a wisp of sword appeared in people's hearts.

It was extremely faint at the moment, like a candle flame that could be extinguished at any moment, and it was surrounded by threats that wanted to nip it in the bud......

But Xue Shuanghua's heart is strong, after the collapse of the family, and the burden of revitalizing the family is tied to his body, he has learned what forbearance is, what is responsibility, this is the sword fire in his heart, but it is a ray of dawn that illuminates his sword path.

Xue Shuanghua's body began to change, and the medicinal power that had made him miserable before suddenly disappeared without a trace at this moment, while his stomach made a sound like a drum, he was stunned for a moment and immediately took out two bottles of pills, pulled out the corks and poured them up.

At this time, he found that those surging medicinal powers, along his meridians, rushed towards his heart, this situation seemed to be very dangerous, so much medicinal power, so much energy, wouldn't it burst the heart?

However, Xue Shuanghua did not have the slightest fear in his eyes, he never regretted doing things, at this moment his divine sense was locked on the swaying sword light, looking at it Although it was as slender as a willow leaf, it swallowed up all the energy that poured into his heart without a drop.

At this time, Xue Shuanghua felt his heart and made a loud sound, bang!

The sound was like the thunder of war drums on the battlefield, every time he beat, Xue Shuanghua would feel his strength sublimating, he felt his breath being changed under the violent tremor of his heart, and at this moment his whole person looked like a sword, piercing the sky!

Airplanes!!!

The frost in his hand burst out with unprecedented light, and vaguely Xue Shuanghua felt that he was fused with the sword, and at this moment, where he was, a large group of Yin Spring Shura, flashing with crazy eyes, rushed towards him.

Xue Shuanghua shook his sword and stood up, the cold air around his body was not released, and there was a loud rumbling sound in his body again, but the sound at this moment was ten, hundred, or even a thousand times that of before.

In the blink of an eye, their hideous and terrifying faces were close in front of them, their bruised muscles and blood vessels were vividly visible, and their huge rough fingers were horrific nails with a diameter of more than a foot.

These nails were like the sharp claws of a demon beast, and like a scimitar with a handle flashing with magic light, they ruthlessly probed Xue Shuanghua, wanting to disembowel him and tear him to pieces.

However, Xue Shuanghua's eyes were very calm, even he felt incredible, because the number of enemies attacking this time was far greater than before, and there were thousands of Yin Spring Shura besieging him, and there were even some monks from Wind Demon Valley waiting for an opportunity.

However, everywhere he looked, everything was frozen, and the heaven and earth centered on him began to slowly rotate, like a huge grinding plate.

The vortex is reversed, and the power of the waterfall sword technique is second only to the one that swallows the mountains and rivers, but now Xue Shuanghua has shown it, but there is a completely different feeling, and in the huge whirlpool, there are faint creatures letting out a low roar.

Then there were huge sounds in the whirlpool, they were shaped by the ice crystals in the whirlpool, like ice sculpture creatures made by the cold spring, Xue Shuanghua's eyes flashed with a strange light, he stood in the center of the whirlpool, and in an instant, the surrounding heaven and earth vitality surged towards his body.

Swallowing mountains and rivers, the most powerful finishing momentum among the waterfall sword tricks, the most powerful sword tricks of the two styles, were simultaneously displayed by Xue Shuanghua, and an icy vortex formed around his body.

A huge ice storm raged in all directions, covering the surrounding area of nearly 10,000 zhang, and thousands of Yin Spring Shura, along with those Wind Demon Valley monks who were waiting for the opportunity, were engulfed in a swoop, and the cold wind was biting and ruthless.

The Yin Spring Shura, who was caught up in it, and those mournful Wind Demon Valley monks, suddenly found a pair of huge pupils looking at them in the storm, what kind of eyes were they, as if the Eye of God was shining with a ruthless and indifferent light.

The ice crystals in the whirlpool were like the scales on the dragon's body, and they easily cut through the hard body of the Yin Spring Shura, and those monks of the Wind Demon Valley were cut into pieces by the scales of the ice crystals without even having the strength to resist.

When the storm cleared, everything around him returned to calm, and the mountain he was on was covered in thick ice crystals, and its height had risen steeply by thousands of feet, far above the other peaks.

Looking up at the sky, it seemed that Wang Zhen was still fighting, but the location of the battle had already advanced several miles from the area directly above, although it was only a few miles, but the difficulty was tantamount to single-handedly killing into the enemy's hinterland.

The number of Yin Spring Shura is innumerable, it is conceivable that if there is no demon god sacrifice and no blood hymn, what will be the fate of Wang Zhen Xue Shuanghua exhaled a mouthful of heat from his mouth, but because it was too cold around him, it turned into frost and froze in a blink of an eye.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, looked at the sword in his hand, his eyes flashed, and muttered, "Finally broke through!"

As soon as the words fell, he saw that the true yuan in the air around him was poured into his body like crazy, and he broke through the shackles perfectly, whether it was his state of mind or cultivation, and he finally stepped into the realm of Mahayana one step ahead of his peers.

Feeling the power of creation in his body, feeling himself constantly getting stronger, this feeling is really wonderful, maybe it is because he is aware of his excitement and excitement, and the frost and cold keep chirping.

Such an important breakthrough made it difficult for Xue Shuanghua to calm down, of course, because his heart was extraordinarily jubilant at the moment, with a strong heartbeat, and a steady stream of Mahayana blood produced by his body was transported to all corners of his body.

Let them adapt to these new blood, so that they can transform their bodies more quickly, let them adapt to their new powers, and the original wisp of sword light in the heart has slowly changed.

It was constantly washed by fresh and strong blood, absorbing surging and powerful energy, and slowly transformed from a wisp of sword into a small sword, but this sword was not real, it looked very illusory and ethereal.

At the same time, Xue Shuanghua's pupils also seemed to have a trace of sword light, he didn't know what it was, he only felt that his vision had become wider, as if the place where the sword was heading.

This should be Xue Shuanghua's sword, there are many kinds of swords, each with its own merits, and the path taken by Xue Shuanghua is the way of change, water is impermanent, nature is unrestrained, his heart is the heart of the sword, and his eyes are the eyes of the sword.

Finally took this most critical step, Xue Shuanghua's temperament began to become different, the burden that had been pressed on his body for a long time seemed to be lighter, his back slowly stretched, and he seemed to be upright.

This is the sublimation of temperament and strength, from today onwards he is confident, standing above the vast majority of monks, like a whale taking water, the surrounding heaven and earth vitality is sucked over and integrated into the body.

The hunger he never felt before filled all corners of his body, and he needed energy too much at the moment, but fortunately, among the waterfall sword techniques, there was a style called Qi Swallowing Mountains and Rivers, which seemed to be suitable for him at this moment.

The sky roared, and the weather vitality turned into a huge funnel vortex, engulfing Xue Shuanghua, and Wang Zhen, who was fighting in front of him at this moment, seemed to have moved, and the blood cloud was disappearing at an alarming speed, as if it had been swallowed by someone.

Wang Zhen's body was surging with incomparably terrifying power, and the entire sky was filled with Yin Spring Shura, but most of them were corpses that had been cut by the sword, and they had no way to fall, because Wang Zhen imprisoned them.