Chapter 373: Demon Sword One

That sword is a superb spiritual weapon, and it is very powerful, but that small sword is not so easy to control. ↗ Search for "Lan Shi Shu" to see the new chapter of drunkenness

Speaking of which, this small sword can be regarded as a magic sword, and every time you go into battle, you must drink blood, if the sword owner can't provide blood, then don't think about commanding him.

Therefore, although this cultivator of the eighth layer of the True Yuan Realm had been able to obtain this sword for a long time, the number of times he really took him out and used it was very small, and every time he took him out and used it, it would inevitably cost a lot of blood.

But the power of this sword is also undoubted, and every time he takes it out and uses it, it has a lot of gains.

Since this magic sword was in his hands, this cultivator of the eighth layer of the True Yuan Realm was invincible, and four of the monks of the eighth layer of the True Yuan Realm who fought with him died under the magic sword.

But he also spent four essence blood.

Don't look at the fact that there are only four essence blood, but if these four essence blood wants him to recover, it is impossible without four or five years.

Of course, that was only when he only relied on his own strength to recover, and if there were enough heavenly and earthly treasures to replenish his blood qi, it was not impossible to recover the lost essence and blood.

But he is not a wealthy person, and it is too extravagant to buy enough natural treasures to restore his spirit.

He and the other three were all thugs of a cultivation gambling house, don't look at the eighth-layer cultivation of the True Yuan Realm, it was quite bright, but that was only for ordinary cultivators, and for those beings who had cultivated in the Dan Realm, he was worthless. Intoxicated chapter, saving billions of stalks

At most, it's just a lackey under the door, like this kind of lackey, as long as it costs some spirit stone pills, there are definitely a lot of people who come to take refuge.

In a thankless situation, although this eighth-layer cultivator of the True Yuan Realm had a sharp weapon in his hand, he rarely took it out and used it, and every time he used it, he needed a essence blood, and this loss was too serious.

Every essence blood is extremely precious, if it weren't for being stimulated by Ling Feiyang, he wanted to rely on this magic sword to kill the arrogant Ling Feiyang in one fell swoop, then he would definitely not choose to use this magic sword.

But he's not a fool, and he's not willing to do this thankless task.

Ling Feiyang's physical body is extremely strong, and the resources needed to create such a strong physical body are naturally massive.

Ling Feiyang was able to shape such a strong body, which meant that he had a huge amount of wealth.

Spending a lot of blood to kill Ling Feiyang to obtain the resources on Ling Feiyang's body, this deal is not a loss!

He released the magic sword with great anticipation, and gave a piece of blood to the magic sword without pity, and gave him an unexpected harvest with the hope that this magic sword could bring him an unexpected and rich harvest.

However, the magic sword also shot at Ling Feiyang as he expected.

But this was going to disappoint him after all, and the sword flew towards Ling Feiyang, but the result was different from what he thought.

Ling Feiyang's eyes lit up when the eighth-layer cultivator of the True Yuan Realm released this sword just now.

There is a layer of bloody aura on this sword, which is definitely a symbol of countless killings, and its power is definitely the best among the same spiritual weapons.

It was an existence that was incomparable to all sword-type spiritual weapons in Ling Feiyang's hand, and this sword had a great murderous and aggressive aura.

It was not easy to master such a weapon, but Ling Feiyang became interested in him.

After receiving the essence blood, this magic sword flew towards Ling Feiyang as the True Yuan Realm cultivator had thought, and stabbed Ling Feiyang in the chest fiercely.

But Ling Feiyang had already prepared.

His feet spread slightly to the sides, and the muscles in his body were already tense.

He waited for the sword to fly towards him, "Huh!"

A golden light with a red glow suddenly shot towards Ling Feiyang.

Ling Feiyang's eyes were full of joy, "Hip!"

The flying sword struck at Ling Feiyang's body, but it did not penetrate directly through the flesh as expected, and the flying sword was inserted into Ling Feiyang's chest to absorb the life essence in Ling Feiyang's body.

Instead, there was a sound of gold and stone colliding, a crisp but rather heavy sound.

The tip of the sword pointed directly at Ling Feiyang's chest, which didn't look very thick, in fact, Ling Feiyang even looked a little thin, he was really not very big, and he was still at the age of growing up.

However, due to his cultivation, his growth became slower.

When a cultivator is in the realm of cultivation, his growth and aging will become slower, and when he condenses the golden pill, he can even make people younger.

And when he arrived in the Purple Mansion Realm, it would give the monk a chance to rejuvenate and reshape his body.

The cultivators all looked much younger than they actually were.

Many thousand-year-old monsters may look as old as their thirties or forties.

Who would have thought that under this young appearance lies the soul of a thousand-year-old man.

It's simply unimaginable.

Ling Feiyang's appearance looked so young and thin, but it was such a body that resisted the strong attack of a magic sword, and even his skin could not be pierced.

No, it's not completely inconsistent, it actually has some effect, but it's just a small invisible wound.

It's just that the tip of the sword has cut a layer of skin on Ling Feiyang's body.

Ling Feiyang's hands clenched the blade of the sword, making it impossible for this magic sword to advance any further.

Ling Feiyang's body was strong enough, and his skin was tough enough, but he still couldn't help but be injured in front of this sharp sword.

Although Ling Feiyang's chest was not cut much by this sword, the palm of his hand holding the sword was cut by the sharp blade of the sword.

Blood flowed along the wound, this sword was worthy of a magic sword, although he couldn't penetrate Ling Feiyang's body, but he still cut Ling Feiyang's palm, and the blood flowing out of Ling Feiyang's palm was unceremoniously absorbed by him.

The sword body was constantly flashing with red and golden rays, and the blood was constantly being absorbed, Ling Feiyang didn't stop all this, he just looked at the sword coldly.

"Hehe, you have to spit it out for me if you eat me, you can drink blood if you want to!" Ling Feiyang's eerie tone seemed to be half of the substance, and the sword clearly felt Ling Feiyang's threat.

He whimpered, but he didn't give up absorbing the blood that flowed from Ling Feiyang's injured location.

He greedily absorbed every blood.

The blood that flowed from Ling Feiyang's wound was too pure, and he was unwilling to let go of even a little bit of blood. Let's read "Dragon Vein Heavenly Emperor" for free for the first time.