The mountain wind was still howling, the grass under the feet of the two kept dancing, and the Shura knife in Wanyan Zong's hand had been raised to the top of his head, like a blood-colored crescent moon suspended above Wanyan Zong's head. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info At this moment, the Shura phantom behind Yan Zong suddenly showed blood light in his eyes at this moment, and the huge mouth that had been closed suddenly opened, and an invisible long roar suddenly came out at this moment, and an illusory sea of blood appeared on the soles of his feet.

In this invisible roar, Wanyan Zong's figure suddenly flashed. I saw that one of his feet stepped heavily on the ground, and suddenly an earth lotus bloomed at the sole of Wanyan Sect's feet. Wanyan Zong's figure had already risen from the ground, jumped straight up several zhang in the sky, and suddenly the Shura knife that was raised in the air was slashed down.

As the Shura knife was slashed, a round of blood-colored crescent moon suddenly appeared in the air, and the rich smell of blood suddenly emanated at this moment, and Zhao Zhijing, who was standing on the ground, suddenly felt a strong smell of blood coming to his nose. As this round of blood moon fell from the sky, an invisible pressure suddenly erupted in this mountain cliff. At this moment, Zhao Zhijing felt as if he was being squeezed by a huge mountain and river, and the Monkey King who was in the hands of the Buddha.

But the difference is that everything around Monkey King is a mountain stone, and Zhao Zhijing feels that what is around him is a squeezed out of the energy, the sharp, thorny as if to pierce the skin of his body. But everything at this time did not make Zhao Zhijing feel a trace of nervousness, as if all this had become accustomed to him.

Between the lightning and flint, the already red Purple Emperor Sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand suddenly stood up, and suddenly stabbed out with a sword towards the blood moon that was falling in the air. The figure flickered, and as this sword stabbed out, a dazzling red color appeared on the sharp tip of the Purple Emperor Sword, and a small three-legged golden crow phantom suddenly flew out from the Purple Emperor Sword, and rushed straight towards the blood moon that was pressed in the roar. The moon is yin and the day is yang.

At this moment, the golden crow turned into a round of red sun the size of a grinding plate, and the small golden crow phantom continued to fly and cry in this round of red sun, not the slightest wisp of flame swallowing in the mouth of the golden crow. In the blood-colored crescent moon that was cut out of the Shura knife, a phantom image of Shura, and in the terrible roar, it had already cut through the air curtain. The Red Sun and the Blood Moon suddenly collided at this moment.

In the next moment, the two continued to dissolve at a speed visible to the naked eye, until they turned into a point that was both at the same time, which should be said to be a small ball. All creation comes from nothingness, and heaven and earth are also opened up from a chaos where time and space do not exist. And the small sphere formed by the two at this moment is a chaotic space visible to the naked eye, a space-time that is about to be fused.

The purple emperor sword glowing red, and the unbearable heat of the bearer pierced the space and approached the Shura sword in Wanyan Zong's hand. And the Shura knife, which was like a round of blood-colored crescent moon, suddenly slashed down at this moment. A soft sound sounded in the middle of the cliff, louder than the howling mountain wind, drowned out its whistling sound at this moment.

As the red tip of the Purple Emperor Sword and the sharp tip of the Shura Sword suddenly touched, the small round ball between the two shook suddenly, and the qi also stirred up at this moment. As if explosives exploded, the small round balls suddenly swelled, and the next moment they had turned into a red and red Taiji diagram the size of a zhang.

With the rotation of this Taiji diagram, a huge pressure suddenly radiated on this cliff, and the illusory Taiji diagram in front of the two of them was like the legendary world-destroying giant mill at this time, wiping out everything that stood in front of them. The green grass was already powdered when it was swept away, and the verdant pine needles and pine branches were also worn out at this time, turning into dust and dissipating in the whistling mountain wind.

The figures of Zhao Zhijing and Wanyanzong suddenly flashed at this moment, and the Purple Emperor Sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand slashed out again and again at this moment, and the red sword shadows spread out in the air, just like the wings of the three-legged golden crow that suddenly spread at this moment, and the wings that burned with red flames slashed like sharp swords, vowing to tear everything in front of them apart.

At the same time, the Shura knife in Wanyanzong's hand did not show the slightest slackness, the jet-black knife body suddenly rose, in the sound of the knife, the knife shadow suddenly spread in the air, the blood-colored knife shadow formed a blood-colored fan at this moment, exuding a strong smell of blood, as if the sea of blood appeared in front of people, and all living beings who were immersed in it let out a terrible roar, whether it was a mortal, whether it was a demon, whether it was an immortal, whether it was a Buddha, at this moment there was only that terrible sound, and that indelible fear。

The red sword shadows and the blood-colored sword shadows kept colliding in the flickering figures of the two. Suddenly, a sound like rain hitting plantains sounded in the ears of Zhao Zhijing and Wan Yanzong. As the red sword shadows and the blood-colored sword shadows continued to appear and disappear like waves, the crisp sound was endless, but the rotating Taiji diagram did not dissipate at this time, but with the agitation of the two of them, it became more condensed, as if it were real.

As the Taiji diagram became solid, in the continuous rotation, the grass buried deep in the ground has been uprooted, and the large and small mountain rocks have become more small in the crushing of this huge force, and some have turned into powder and dissipated in the whistling mountain wind. The green pines that looked like dragons were also broken by this huge force at this moment, torn apart in the crushing of the energy, and the sawdust that had turned into powder continued to fly with the whistling mountain wind.

At this moment, the Taiji Diagram that was already like a real one had exceeded the expectations of Zhao Zhijing and Wan Yanzong, and the strength of the Taiji Diagram that was stirred up with the swords in the hands of the two was even more condensed, and the strength on it had exceeded the power of the swords in the hands of the two. Cultivation is the power of restraint, and the power that has lost restraint at this time is a nightmare in the eyes of the two of them. Without restraint, the Taiji Tu, which was still spinning at this time, was a fierce beast that had broken free from its cage, and everything in front of it was his enemy, and as soon as it appeared in front of it, it would be torn apart by its sharp claws.

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing and Wan Yanzong were also harmed by this Taiji diagram. At this moment, Zhao Zhijing let out a long roar, and his figure had already risen from the ground. Jumping high into the air, the Purple Emperor Sword in his hand suddenly raised, and a sword roar sounded. A huge three-legged golden crow phantom flew out of the air, and Zhao Zhijing suddenly slashed down with a sword in the roar. (To be continued.) )