Chapter 35: How Much Blood Stains the Night Dust (4)

As for those small fish and shrimp, Hu Yanshuo didn't care very much, and killing them was just to vent his anger. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This Bingyun Dao man obviously understood the truth in this, so he proposed to fight alone.

I only listened to Bingyun Dao's humanity: "Hu Yanshuo, there is no point in talking about old grievances today, there is no point in talking about old grievances today, there is already an endless ending between you and me, these disciples and grandchildren are just that, my Xuanwu Sect has more than 200 Mahayana realm masters, how many can you kill? Poor Dao has a suggestion, more than 200 of us are one-on-one with you, if my Xuanwu Sect is defeated, naturally there is nothing to say, just one life, if our side wins, you have to promise, let go of that person, or let go of my Xuanwu Sect's 250 disciples, okay?"

Before speaking, Bingyun nodded roughly, there were less than 60,000 disciples in the Xuanwu Sect, so there was this suggestion.

Hu Yanshuo pondered for a moment, nodded and said: "Okay, the old man will allow you, but the old man only agrees that the old man will let them go here, but if they are intercepted and killed on the periphery, it depends on their lives." Moreover, the old man only gave them three days to escape for their lives, and if they couldn't catch these three days, they were also desperate! There is another point, those below the distraction can go, and those above the distraction can only succeed if they are overcome, and my Demon Sect will also send the Distraction Realm to fight. ”

Bingyun nodded and said, "Yes!" He turned back to the Mahayana realm and said: "If you win, whether you go by yourself or let the disciples go, you decide for yourself, and the old Tao will not force it, no matter how you decide, the old way only wants you to remember that you are my disciples of the Xuanwu Sect, but there is a glimmer of hope, and I hope to rebuild my Xuanwu Sect!

Everyone was devastated and devastated

Bingyun shouted at the more than 50,000 Xuanzong disciples on the mountain: "Listen, all the disciples, if you have the opportunity to leave today, don't forget that your lives were exchanged for the blood of these elders of the Xuanwu Sect.

There was a cry on Xuanwu Peak, which made people cry.

After saying this, Bingyun took a step forward, took out a cold ice long sword, and shouted: "Since it is the suggestion made by the old Dao, this first formation, naturally the old Dao should fight, which of you has the courage to come up and fight with the old Dao?"

Hu Yanshuo was about to step forward, but he saw a person blocking him, turned back to him and said: "The sect leader is in danger of my Demon Sect, don't take risks easily, my Demon Sect has been in decline for more than a thousand years, and I still need to teach the main force to turn the tide, this first formation, let me Chen Qingping!"

After saying that, Chen Qingping, the leader of the Qingjiao Sect, jumped into the formation and shouted: "Old immortal, the deity is here to send you to the Western Heavens!" Chen Qingping Dao Xing appeared, and he was also a five-qi dynasty, but what he stepped on was a second-grade blood lotus.

Bingyun said with a smile: "Xitian, the old road must be going, but before going, you always have to pull a few people on the road together, and it is good to chat on the road, it won't be too lonely, you are so anxious, I will send you there first!"

With that, with a wave of the ice sword, a river of ice fell from the sky and slashed straight towards Chen Qingping!

Chen Qingping laughed, and suddenly disappeared, the fishy wind was very strong, and the air was filled with a rich bloody atmosphere.

Bingyun stabbed the ice sword forward, "poof", like piercing a blister, a faint figure appeared in the air, which had been pierced by the ice cloud, the ice sword shook, and the faint figure scattered and cracked, and immediately recondensed in the distance, and became invisible.

The Xuanzong disciple on the mountain said happily: "That demon can't hurt the Ice Cloud Patriarch, we have won!"

Phantom Zhen frowned, those disciples on the mountain didn't know, but he knew that this blood demon Chen Qingping's blood shadow magic skill was very powerful, after turning into a blood demon, there was no shadow and formlessness, and any physical attack was ineffective against him, the blood demon just now was just a temptation by Chen Qingping, Bingyun poured his divine sense into the sword, blocking him, but it didn't really hurt him. If three hundred and sixty blood demons pounced at the same time, if Bingyun was careless and was pounced on by the blood demons, he would immediately be sucked dry of essence blood and die, and the danger was only in that moment.

"Bingyun Lao'er, the deity is shadowless and formless, and there are three hundred and sixty doppelgangers, how can you fight with the deity?

At this time, Bingyun had already collected Binghe, took the sword in his chest, and shouted: "Blood Demon, is it possible that you can only talk big? If you want to fight, come up, Lao Dao is waiting here, don't say that it is three hundred and sixty blood demons, even if it is thirty-six thousand, what can it be?"

"Okay! If you want to die early, the deity will fulfill you!" For a while, the wind and clouds moved, flying sand and stones, and countless gusts of wind rushed towards the ice clouds.

"It's a good time!" Bingyun burst into a shout, and the ice sword was raised, only to see thousands of sword shadows wrapping him, like an ice and snow flower bone condensed by sword light, and every wisp of sword light was full of divine sense.

Seeing that those fishy winds had approached, Bingyun shouted: "Open!" I saw that the ice and snow flower bones, pieces of ice and snow petals unfolded in turn, each petal unfolded, there were ten thousand sword lights shot out, the light was endless, in an instant, the flower bones were completely bloomed, and a white and crystal ice and snow lotus flower was displayed in the air, extremely holy.

"Ahhh

There was a burst of cheers on Xuanwu Peak: "The ancestor is mighty!" "The ancestor is invincible in the world!" ......

Chen Qingping wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with one sleeve, and sneered: "Bingyun Lao'er, how many times can your lotus flower bloom again? There will always be a time when the divine sense is exhausted, come again!"

Everyone's hearts were raised, and Chen Qingping said it well, Bingyun's move Ice Lotus Blooming, although the power is huge, but the loss is also huge, this kind of loss Elder Bingyun can perform a few times, when the True Yuan Divine Sense is exhausted, I am afraid that it is also the time when Elder Bingyun dies. Although this Chen Qingping was hit hard, the Blood Shadow Divine Skill was not critical, if it could not be annihilated significantly, its strength would only be slightly weakened.

Bingyun snorted coldly, and the Ice and Snow Lotus instantly closed, and Chen Qingping relied on him as a formless and shadowless body, intent on consuming Bingyun's Divine Consciousness True Yuan, regardless of it, and pounced.

I saw that the Ice Cloud Dao people in the Ice Cloud Lotus wrapped in it laughed twice, and shouted: "Burst!" Just as the hundreds of winds approached the Ice and Snow Lotus, suddenly, the Eight Rank Lotus Platform under the feet of the Ice Cloud Dao people turned into hundreds of millions of white lights, and the "boom" burst open, the heavens and the earth were shaken, and the black mist in the air also blasted out a big hole with this blow, a destructive force, firmly enveloping Chen Qingping's three hundred and sixty blood demons.