On the other end...

The northerners consciously parted ways and gave way to the road, and Xia Xun walked towards the Lingtai in a heavy manner.

Three thousand green silks accompanied the green shirts hunting and flying in the wind, and the slight dust rose and fell on the firm footprints. Mo Xian always followed Xia Xun silently, just like a hidden sword, always silent. When Xia Xun walked out of the formation of hundreds of northerners, his lips, which had been silent for a long time, finally spit out the remaining words of a sad song: "The journey of heavenly damnation is only waiting for the day." If the day and night come, I swear by blood. ”

"If the day comes, I swear by blood. ”

"If the day comes, I will..."

"Blood Oath..."

The words came out of the mouth, and the blood shadow recited the heaven and the earth, echoing endlessly.

In just sixteen words, it is low and decisive, and each word contains the endless killing intent when the sword is unsheathed, and it also makes people's minds hear a scene of blood rushing to the sky and corpses all over the field. And in front of the sixteen words, Xia Xun's cold eyes were filled with blood like ink, covering his eyes. Except for the pupils, there is a boundless sea of blood, like a red-eyed madman!

"Sew..."

"Poof. ”

The note of the word "oath" dissipated into nothingness, and Xia Xun's breath was in vain! The blood on his whole body was like a fire and oil, and suddenly rose several feet! Mo Xian, who was standing behind him, followed closely behind, and the silver light burst out. The three-foot Qingfeng came out of the sheath with cold light, and the sword pointed at the spiritual platform!

"Whew!"

The dragon roared, and the world shook violently.

It has lost its patience to wait for the enemy to attack.

The dragon swung its tail, the dragon's head went down, and the towering body of the thousand zhang first turned into a swift thunder, attracting the golden light towards Xia Xun's back, and the blood shadow rushed away!

"If the day comes, I swear by blood..."

"Rush!"

In the face of the dragon culling, Xia Xun was not slow.

Repeating the previous poem in his mouth, his right hand clenched his fist and his left hand pulled his waist, and his back foot suddenly stepped on the ground!

Towards the Heavenly Seal on the dragon seat at the top of the spiritual platform, it turned into a blood light and jumped up!

In the void, he shouted: "You will stain the world with your blood!"

"You will stain the world with your blood!"

"It will be stained with thy blood..."

"Poof!"

A loud shout flashed with blood and resounded through the nine heavens, echoing across the universe!

The three-foot Qingfeng followed closely behind, bringing a cold silver light to the sky. At the same time, the monstrous blood shadow behind Xia Xun also took the first step today, and he held the Optimus Giant Sword and swept out with the Endless Killing Blood Qi in one step. Like a god descending into the world, like a demon god destroying the world, killing the world!

Where the sword is headed, the Nine Heavens Divine Dragon!

"Whew!"

"Rush!"

The momentum of the charge, there is no advance or retreat!

The ambition of the battle, there is death and no life!

Even if the enemy is outnumbered, he can also break through the army and take the head of the enemy!

The divine dragon is several miles away from the blood shadow, and Xia Xun and Mo Xian are also a few miles away from the spiritual platform.

The two sides fought fiercely, and it was about to break out! But logically speaking, the cultivation of the Mo Xian Heavenly Apocalypse Realm was not enough for him to leap into the sky and reach the dragon throne. But at this time, the body he displayed was completely beyond the level of the Apocalypse Realm. Unexpectedly, He Xia Xun was like a swift arrow, and he jumped out into a swift arrow, followed six feet behind Xia Xun, and went straight to hundreds of zhang in an instant, and his momentum was unabated. It's just that at this time, the majestic true dragon is above, the monstrous blood shadow is behind with the sword, and Xia Xun is in front with endless killing machines, and almost everyone ignores his existence.

Or...

Everyone had already regarded him as Xia Xun's sword, and they didn't notice his abnormality at all.

And it was at this time...

"Hey..."

A long sigh.

Blood Shadow War God Dragon, Xia Xun and Mo Xian rushed to the Lingtai, seeing that today's earth-shattering battle was about to write the final chapter at this moment.

On the west side of the Temple of Heaven, a helpless sigh suddenly came from the crowd...

The sigh was very small, but everyone within dozens of miles of the Temple of Heaven could clearly hear the helplessness of this long sigh. After sighing, with a "poof", a sharp sword came out of the sheath and carried a light blue streamer, from west to east, from bottom to top, instantly piercing the dim sky for several miles! ”

"It's hard to take... It's hard to collect..."

"Instantly!"

The voice echoes...

The sound is helpless, but the speed is extremely fast!

The speed of sound is fast, and the speed of the streamer is even faster! In just two breaths, fourteen characters are chanted. There was still some distance between the spirit platform and the people, the divine dragon and the blood shadow, but the light blue streamer that cut through the dim light had extended from miles away to between, and two figures, one large and one small, appeared.

"It's Li Bai!"

"What a speed!"

The alarm flickered, and I looked at it as I looked.

The shock did not fall, but when he saw the sloppy drunken Taoist, he put the sword scabbard in his left hand and two fingers in the wine jar, and held a three-foot embroidered sword in his right hand. And behind him, a huge figure of hundreds of zhang also held a sword to block between the blood shadow and the divine dragon. The breath of the giant shadow is completely different from that of the drunken Taoist, the white clothes are fluttering, quiet as a virgin, and although the facial features are blurred and cannot be seen clearly, the battle aura of the hundreds of zhang heavy sword is as stable as Mount Tai.

The figure appeared, and the drunken Taoist didn't talk nonsense, and drunkenly glanced at Xia Xun who was rushing over.

Then reversed the castration, stepped on the air with his back foot, picked up the thorn under the sword in his right hand, and together with the phantom behind him, he swung a sword at the same time towards the blood shadow behind Xia Xun!

The drunken Taoist only made a sword...

"Instantly!"

"Wow..."

Under a single sword, he swung out a vast sword aura that was almost as close as a hundred feet!

The sword momentum is as fierce as a tiger, the momentum is like a blue galaxy, and the endless stars contain the breath of the heavenly dome and stars embellished in the sword qi, and slash directly towards the monstrous blood shadow with lightning speed! The sword qi passed, vast and eternal, Xia Xun's undiminished fist blasted out first! Mo Xian followed, and the Qingfeng stab was also a sword!

"Sprinkle. ”

“......”

However, a terrible thing happened.

Xia Xun's punch blasted out, and the sword qi slammed into the sea, like a stone sinking into the sea. There was not even an echo, but the fist momentum was exhausted in an instant, and the powerful sword qi directly shook his whole person out in the air. And Mo Xian was even worse, as soon as the sword came out, the three-foot Qingfeng just touched the galaxy, that is, like a piece of straw paper thrown into the fire pit, it instantly turned into ashes, and dissipated into smoke and dust with the wind! The strong sword qi did not hurt him in the slightest, and like Xia Xun, he was directly shocked out after burning the embers Qingfeng!

And the terrifying power of the sword qi is far more than that.

After breaking through the obstacles of Xia Xun and Mo Xian, the diameter of the Xinghe sword qi swept across the monstrous blood shadow behind the two of them.

The blood shadow reaction is also extremely fast, the left hand is holding the waist, the right hand is teasing the sword flower, and he calmly and fearlessly slashes a sword towards the swept galaxy!

However...

The sword slashes the galaxy, just like a stone sinking into the sea without the slightest sound, and the result is even more difficult to be confident. But seeing the blood shadow slash out, the attacking galaxy sword qi seemed to have spirituality, and quickly converged into a streamline as thin as a hair in an instant!

"Sprinkle..."

"Poof. ”

The moon is like water, and the Qing Han is like a lamp.

Flick the knife and clear the whistle, drink the blood and return to the sheath.

The drunken Taoist only made a sword...

After a sword, he pulled the three-foot embroidery back into the scabbard of his left hand, and at the same time stepped on the void and slowly fell to the ground.

The sword qi disappeared, and the monstrous blood shadow stood silently in the void, and there was no movement. The dragon in the distance also stopped its dive-swooping castration. Xia Xun and Mo Xian fell to the ground one after another. The people up and down the Temple of Heaven looked at this drunken Taoist man with horror. The drunken Taoist ignored it, he put the delicate embroidered sword under the armpit of his right hand again, held the wine vat high and poured a scoop of soju on his face, and then drunkenly swept his eyes in all directions, and smiled stupidly: "The hall is full of flowers and drunk 3,000 guests, and one sword is frosty and cold in 14 states!"

"Sprinkle..."

"Whew..."

With the sound of groaning, the cold wind blew.

The sand is blowing, and the yellow clouds are long.

The monstrous blood shadow that stood still in the void quickly lost its luster and became dry and dull.

The blood that rose from the hunt was like a rapidly chilling flame, extinguished at a speed visible to the naked eye. Immediately after, a wisp of pale blue flame began to burn through the incision in his waist and abdomen. In an instant, the huge blood shadow was like a huge straw man, and countless blood-red particles were burned into dust and collapsed under the scorching blue flames, slowly drifting away with the wind in all directions, and finally turning into nothingness. In just a few breaths, a monstrous demon god was burned alive under the witness of countless people, silently, without a trace...

"One sword, frost, fourteen states..."

"I'm so scared of the sword qi, he... Is he a saint?"