On the cliff, the whistling mountain wind still did not stop, but in this whistling sound, there were bursts of sword stirring from time to time. Between the lightning and flint www.biquge.info the pen, when Zhao Zhijing's sword of Chiyang slashed out, the sword of Wanyan Sect was also waved at this moment. Suddenly, in the roaring mountain wind, an illusory three-legged golden crow galloped towards the river of blood that Wanyan Sect swung out with the red sword gang that Zhao Zhijing slashed out.

A three-legged golden crow crow sounded in their minds, followed by a terrible roar from all the creatures that had sunk in the river of blood. The next moment, the red sword gang and the blood-red sword qi collided on this remote mountain cliff, and suddenly the eyes of the two of them seemed to see a three-legged golden crow fighting and killing the Shura people.

The feathers on the golden crow's body were shining with golden brilliance, and the blazing brilliance emitted a huge amount of heat, and the Shura who were exposed to the flames of this feather turned into ashes and dissipated in this time and space at a speed visible to the naked eye. Jin Wu suddenly cried, and the third bare foot hidden under his abdomen suddenly stretched out at this moment, and one of the toes glowing with wisps of golden flames, glowing with inextinguishable golden light, suddenly grabbed at the river of blood below him.

The eternal river of blood became turbulent at this moment, and the whistling blood water roared at this moment, and the people of Shura who sank into it one by one also exuded a strong murderous aura at this time, just like the dark clouds in the sky suddenly spread, to block the sunlight in the sky, so that the red sun hanging in the sky would not appear in this world.

The golden crow crowed, and its claws poked out. And the blood river on the other side naturally did not show the slightest weakness, and the roaring blood river turned into a blood-colored dragon with hideous head and claws at this moment. The golden crow and the blood dragon suddenly symbolized at this moment, and the golden crow feathers suddenly flew under the claws of the blood dragon and the erected fangs, and the endless flames filled the air at this moment. And under the claws and sharp black beak of the golden crow, the dragon scales that glowed with blood suddenly flew over, and the stinky dragon blood was like a torrential rain at this moment.

On the top of the mountain cliff, the purple emperor sword with a red blade in Zhao Zhijing's hand and the Shura knife with a wisp of blood on the blade in Wanyan Zong's hand suddenly wanted to earn, and the ears of the two of them became extremely quiet at this moment, and the whistling mountain wind suddenly stopped at this moment, and this piece of time and space seemed to be frozen by an invisible force, and even the long river of time that circulated could not unseal it.

The crisp sound sounded in this extreme tranquility, and the Purple Emperor Sword and Shura Sword in the hands of Zhao Zhijing and Wan Yanzong lightly touched in the air, and the voices of the two stopped in an instant like galloping horses, but the next moment the figures of the two were a little faster than when they came, but at this moment, the figures of the two were not moving forward, but were forced to retreat quickly by an invisible energy.

The figures of the two quickly receded, but the energy of the two did not fade so easily at this moment. With that crisp sound, the qi that suddenly surged up struck ripples in the void. Suddenly, the grass dancing on the ground was cut off at this moment, as if someone had measured it with a ruler, and it was more neat than what was cut with a lawn mower in later generations.

Zhao Zhijing, whose figure fell gently to the ground like a fallen leaf, had a smile on his face, a sincere smile. The Purple Emperor Sword in his hand let out a clear sound at this moment, and this long sword sound exuded this rich battle intent, even Zhao Zhijing, who only had a trace of caution and attention in his heart at this time, the blood in his body couldn't help but become turbulent at this moment, and the breath like fire ignited in Zhao Zhijing's heart. Just like the spark on the grassland, at this moment there is already a slight momentum of burning the prairie in the slightest.

Compared with Zhao Zhijing's ease, and the opposite Wanyan Sect is not so easy. The Shura knife in his hand made a buzzing sound, and the arm holding the handle shook slightly at this moment, and there were already traces of blood on the tiger's mouth. Pulling up his feet that were deep in the soil, two deep footprints suddenly appeared in front of Wanyan Sect's eyes. Looking at the dark Shura knife in his hand, Wanyan Zong's battle intent was already like a spark of fire in the power of the prairie fire, and every cell on his body was filled with a strong battle intent.

A drop of bright red blood slipped from Wanyan Sect's cracked tiger's mouth, and as this blood bead continued to move, a blood-tinging blood line was drawn on the pitch-black Shura knife. As this drop of blood merged into the Shura Knife, the momentum emanating from Wanyan Sect's body became even more fierce at this moment. A fine light crossed Zhao Zhijing's eyes, and he immediately saw an illusory figure standing there behind Yan Zong.

On that pair of illusory claws, drops of bright red blood kept dripping, the sharp teeth in the mouth like sharp knives, and the strong smell of blood, and the figures that let out a terrible howl surrounded them, as if calling for something, but they were grabbed by it from time to time and put into the bloody mouth. As the Shura phantom chewed, the mournful sound of the figure in his mouth continued, and the next moment it had been swallowed into his stomach.

With the appearance of the phantom, the pupils in Wanyanzong's eyes, which were already like blood, suddenly came out at this moment, and the blood light in Wanyanzong's eyes in the mountain wind was a few feet long. At this moment, there was no trace of human emotions in his eyes, and there was only an indifference, an indifference to life.

The mountain wind is howling, the green pines are shaking, and the verdant pine needles are dancing wildly in the mountain wind, as if they are about to fall from the pine branches. The blood-colored eyes fell on Zhao Zhijing's body, and the Shura knife in Wanyanzong's hand was raised again at this moment, and at this moment, the dark and curved Shura knife body was already full of blood-red color, and in this rich blood-colored brilliance, the rich smell of blood spread on the top of this mountain.

After hearing the sound of Shura's big vibration in Yan Zong's hand, Zhao Zhijing's pupils that were like warm jade suddenly flashed red, and the next moment they were already full of red, like two small suns, and with his eyes, there was already a trace of heat emitted. As the Purple Emperor Sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand, which was originally pointed diagonally to the ground, slowly raised, the sound of half of the purple jade sword also turned red at this time. At this moment, the body of the Purple Emperor's sword is no longer purple jade, but a red flame, feeling the scorching heat emanating from the Purple Emperor's sword, the Purple Emperor's sword at this moment is already the sword of the red sun. (To be continued.) )