Chapter 126 Eighteen Drops of Heart's Blood

Sun Dao coldly glanced at the Boundless Dao who was destroying the disciples of the Qingyun Sect, and a trace of battle intent flashed in his eyes, and he was about to go to fight. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But there was a person in front of him, but it was the younger brother Wuji Dao who had no bounds, and he was also Sun Dao's old opponent.

"Sun Dao, where to go?"

A sword flew from Wujidao and shouted loudly.

"Huh?"

Sun Dao raised his eyebrows, turned around, staggered the sword of Wuji Dao, and then instantly sacrificed his sword, without the slightest hesitation, and stabbed directly at Wuji Dao.

"Sonorous ......"

Wuji Dao turned around, and the two swords intersected and made a crisp sound.

"Sun Dao, you and I have not exhausted our strength above Dabi, this time, I will not show mercy to my subordinates......"

The moment Wuji Dao retreated, he stabbed forward with a sword again, and said coldly.

Sun Dao smiled coldly, pulled the corners of his mouth, and raised it slightly, extremely arrogant, he was telling Wuji Dao that even if you have a back hand, you will not have a chance.

"When ....."

The two swords intersected again, and each of them took a step back.

"Sun Dao, look at my strongest sword. ”

Wuji Dao said clearly, then took a few steps back, looked at Sun Dao, and shouted: "Death Sword!"

The sword of the past life, come and go freely, the key to the other side, help you cross the sea of suffering, this is the past life!

The strong sword technique caused a strong sound in the surrounding air, and the sword seemed to be about to collapse, as long as the sword fell, it must be a person who led to Elysium.

With the Wuji Dao as the center, the disciples who were close to the surrounding area couldn't stand the coercion from the Zhuji monks, some vomited blood one after another, and some couldn't stand at all.

The corners of Sun Dao's eyes jumped, and there was a strong danger in his eyes, which was the intuition of the sword maker.

quickly retreated, and shouted the same loudly: "False sword!"

The delusional person, the person who seeks life in the illusion, Sun Dao's sword, the combination of virtual and real, the dream is blurred, and the sword falls, making people lose themselves.

The distortion of space, the wanton nature of heaven and earth, and the mysterious veil added to this sword, so that Wujidao swept it at a glance, and he couldn't even see the reality and the void.

"When ......."

The two swords intersected, and once again there was a pleasant crisp sound, which instantly shocked everyone around them to spit blood.

Looking at Wuji Dao and Sun Dao again, I saw that Sun Dao had entered the sword path of Wuji Dao at this time, and the sword intent of Wuji Dao affected him, and now he only wanted to kill the past with indomitable progress.

And Wuji Dao was very confused at this time, holding the sword in his hand and not knowing what he wanted to do, so he could only stay where he was, not knowing what he was thinking.

The fusion of the worlds of the two swords allowed the two to enter the world of each other's layout, and for a while, this outsider was very strange to see such a scene.

"Bang ......."

Finally, the space couldn't withstand such pressure, and it collapsed in an instant, and Wuji Dao and Sun Dao each spat out a mouthful of blood.

A cold light flashed in their eyes, and the two of them did not hesitate and slashed down.

"Click......"

Swapping positions, their backs are separated, but the sword in their hands is only half a point.

It turned out that the swords of the two people could not withstand such coercion, and under that sword, they broke apart one after another.

"What a delusional sword!"

"What a sword!"

The two said in unison.

"Poof!"

Wuji Dao was stunned, a mouthful of thick blood spurted out of his mouth, smashed the blood in his mouth, and laughed self-deprecatingly, "I've always wanted to defeat you, but I didn't expect it...."

Saying this, he straightened up and sighed: "I didn't expect that in the end, I lost to myself." ”

Exhaled deeply, put down the sword in his hand, and began to laugh, laughing wantonly, laughing madly, the killing around Qingyun Mountain seemed to have nothing to do with him at this moment.

"You want to cross me, but I make you lose ......" Sun Dao frowned and said lightly, it seemed that the two of them were no longer enemies for a moment, but old friends who had loved and killed each other for many years.

Suddenly, Sun Dao's brows stretched, but the sword in his hand was not thrown down like Wuji Dao, but muttered: "It turns out that this is the most suitable for me." ”

Sun Dao looked at the remaining half of the sword in his hand, and said coldly: "Death Sword!"

Suddenly, a strong killing intent set off around him, prompting him to move forward.

Wuji Dao's laughter came suddenly, his expression became indifferent, and when he heard Sun Dao's voice, he casually pinched a magic trick, sucked up the sword he had just put down, and returned it to his hand again, suddenly feeling that this sword was very unfamiliar, as if he had never touched it.

It seems that with Sun Dao, there is a trace of understanding in his heart, but the artistic conception is much different, and he gritted his teeth and shouted coldly: "False sword!"

Suddenly turned around, a sword fell, and half of the sword qi flew straight to Sun Dao.

Sun Dao raised his sword slightly, and his sword qi was self-defeating.

In an instant, Sun Dao disappeared, and when he saw his figure again, he was already standing tall and standing in the midst of the Jedi.

The scarlet blood dripped from the half-cut sword, this was the blood of the heart of the Wuji Dao, and it fell on the land of the Qingyun Sect drop by drop, and every drop seemed to be in the middle of a thousand pounds.

The blood beat the land of the Qingyun Sect, as if to alert people, and as if it was going to integrate into this place and take root.

"Smack.... Smack...."

Every drop of blood seemed to tug at Sun Dao's heartstrings.

"Smack.... Snap ....."

Every drop of blood dropped, and Sun Dao felt that his heart was being hit hard.

"Smack..... Snap ....."

No more, no less, a total of eighteen drops.

"Poof...."

Wait until there is not a drop of blood on the sword, and it will all be dripped.

Sun Dao spat out a mouthful of blood, although it was full, but the eighteen drops that were invisible were fused with the eighteen drops that fell from the remnant sword.

"Click...."

Sun Dao seemed to be petrified, and the remaining half of the remnant sword in his hand suddenly broke from the hilt.

One after another, they fell and stuck in place.

"Boom...."

Wujidao's whole person fell down with a bang, and his whole eyes glared at the boss, as if he wanted to see through the world.

At the last moment of falling, there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, although his life was short, but he was not alone.

The moment I landed, there was no pain at all, and some of it was "vain!"

Seeing his younger brother falling, Wu Yadao glared at Sun Dao, who was tall, his eyes were full of poison, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, broke the arm of one person in his hand, and went straight to Sun Dao with one palm.

But he was halfway in front of him with a sword from Bai Xiaofei.

At this moment, Sun Dao also fell down in response, without the slightest warning, the moment he fell, Sun Dao seemed to see through everything, and muttered: "You regard me as the Tao, you succeeded....."

After a pause, there was a trace of unwillingness in his heart, and at the last moment, he stared at the sky with sharp eyes, and roared in his heart: "My way, it turns out that he is still ....."

Sun Dao's eyes did not close, because his wish was not fulfilled, and he thought "Die!"

In the midst of chaos, very few people care about death, and even the best people are annihilated by the masses.

fell to the ground, but the two of them faced each other, and in the middle, Sun Dao's broken sword was inserted, separating the two of them.

The land of green clouds, under the sky.

The broken sword, no more, no less, eighteen pieces.

Under the remnant sword, impartially, eighteen drops of heart blood were inserted.

The blood beads condensed by the two people were shattered by the fragments of the broken sword, and the scarlet blood was dim.