The blood-colored figure floating above the void was none other than the bloody hand.

Bloody Hand was dressed in blood-colored robes with a disgusting smell of blood, long white hair, a dark red demon mask covering his face, and claws stained with blood on his hands.

His weird blood pupils stared at Song Jian, snorted coldly, and let out a weird laugh, "Hehe...... Xinghai Sword, you are the descendant of the Song family?"

Hearing this, Song Jian put down the corpse of the little minion in his hand, took back the Xinghai Sword and held it in his hand, "Exactly!" Song Jian faced the bloody hand of the Gathering Spirit Realm in front of him, his face did not change, but his face was excited.

Seeing that Song Jian was not afraid of him, Bloody Hand asked with interest, "Boy, are you not afraid of me?"

Song Jian stepped forward, his eyes sharp, and he said sonorously: "When have my Song family children been afraid?"

"It is worthy of being the sword god, and he has courage. Bloody Hand said, the person had slowly fallen to the ground, and he was face to face with Song Jian, "In that case, then I want to see if you have the qualifications to become a sword god." ”

Sou!

Before the words fell, the bloody hand had already appeared in front of Song Jian. His blood pupils stared at Song Jian, flashing with a strange blood light, and for a while, Song Jian couldn't move!

Blood Pupil: Shadow!

At this moment, the bloody hand used his spiritual martial arts—the Blood Pupil Technique!

At the same time, the bloody hand in front of Song Jian's eyes turned into a middle-aged man in an instant.

"Father!" Song Jian looked at the middle-aged man in front of him incredulously. In an instant, the originally sharp eyes were replaced by panic and fear.

"Okay, you Song Jian! Have you finished today's cultivation?!You're running around outside again, hurry up and get back for me!" The middle-aged man's eyes were full of anger, and he reprimanded him indignantly.

"Father...... Father...... I'm ......," Song Jian said tremblingly.

Wrong!

Song Jian immediately shook his head, this is not his father!

Laugh at!

I saw that Song Jian's eyes instantly returned to their original sharpness, filled with sword light. Holding the Xinghai Sword in his hand, he swung a sword towards the middle-aged man in front of him!

Huo Ran, the surroundings returned to their original appearance.

In front of him, the bloody hand did not change color, stood unscathed and looked at Song Jian, and said with a smile: "My mind is good, I can actually break my first layer of illusion." As he spoke, Bloody Hand raised his claws and smirked, "Still, you're no match for mine. ”

After speaking, a vigorous spiritual power burst out, and the surrounding mountain bandits vomited blood and fell to the ground because of the fluctuation of the spiritual power of the bloody hands.

"Not good!" Song Jian held the Xinghai Sword in his hand and used his spiritual power to create a barrier, but it was just ......

Click!

After all, the bloody hand is a powerhouse in the Gathering Spirit Realm, and if Song Jian, who is in the Xiaocheng Realm, competes in spiritual power, he is naturally not an opponent.

In the end, the barrier that could not withstand the fluctuations of the spiritual power of the bloody hand shattered.

Poof!

In the face of the powerful spiritual impact, Song Jian was directly knocked away, spitting blood from his mouth and falling to the ground.

Slowly walked in front of Song Jian, the corners of the bloody hand's mouth curled slightly, and said: "Don't worry, I won't kill you, you are still useful to me......" The bloody hand raised his claws and stretched out towards the confused Song Jian......

......

cough cough cough ......

At this time, Qin Yu inserted the Black Cloud Sword in one hand, and half-knelt on the ground and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood.

Sure enough, the backlash of this move was too great. Qin Yu clutched his chest and thought with some pain on his face. However, Qin Yu found that this time he used the spiritual power to release a method of breaking ten thousand, which was significantly smaller than the previous anti-devouring power.

"Perhaps, it's adapted...... Qin Yu muttered, "Let's go back first and see if Song Jian has anything to gain." ”

As he spoke, Qin Yu straightened up and withdrew the Black Cloud Sword.

Looking at the pool of blood behind him, although it was still bubbling, the recovery speed was obviously much slower than before.

Now Qin Yu has only one thought, and that is to leave quickly before these bloody people recover!

Stomp ......

At this moment, a clear sound of footsteps came from behind Qin Yu.

Turning around, Qin Yu fixed his eyes and looked, Song Jian?!

Gathering Spirits?!

At this time, Song Jian was originally dressed in a white robe, but at this time, it was dyed with a strange layer of blood, and even the originally black pupils became dark red.

Even Song Jian's cultivation changed from the original Xiaocheng to the Gathering Spirit Realm in an instant.

"Song Jian, you!"

Before he finished speaking, the Xinghai Sword in Song Jian's hand trembled, transformed into several sword shadows, and stabbed towards Qin Yu at a rapid speed.

Ding!Ding!Ding......

Seeing this, Qin Yu immediately pulled out the Black Cloud Sword and swung it towards the flying sword shadows one by one.

Taking advantage of the moment when Qin Yu and the sword shadow were holding each other, Song Jian quickly came behind Qin Yu. The corners of Song Jian's mouth raised an evil smile at this time, and the Xinghai Sword in his hand slashed towards Qin Yu.

Boom!

Qin Yu, who reacted in time, immediately turned around and blocked Song Jian's sword. At the same time, the sword shadow behind Qin Yu still did not stop attacking.

Snort!

In an instant, dozens of sword marks slashed behind Qin Yu. A strong tearing pain came from behind.

Drink!

Qin Yu let out a loud shout, and the strong spiritual power fluctuations directly knocked back the sword shadow. The next moment, Qin Yu's body moved, and the whole person retreated to the left.

"You...... Who the hell is it?" Qin Yu asked as he supported his body with the Black Cloud Sword, endured the pain, and looked at Song Jian coldly.

Song Jian didn't reply, just looked at Qin Yu with a smile, that smile, Qin Yu couldn't be more familiar.

Ridicule, ridicule, contempt, this is the smile he is all too familiar with in Ji Lin City!

"......" Qin Yu endured the severe pain, straightened up, held the Black Cloud Sword in his hand, and summoned the spiritual power in his body.

"Is the spiritual power released...... the corners of Song Jian's mouth turned up slightly. Immediately, a blood-colored fluorescence appeared on Song Jian's body.

One white and one red, the two figures are facing each other.

It seems that Song Jian should have been controlled by the bloody hand, and he had to find a way to get him out of the control of the bloody hand, Qin Yu thought.

At this time, Song Jian held the Xinghai Sword in his hand, and with a slight wave, an invisible impact suddenly spread out to the surroundings.

Feeling the powerful impact, Qin Yu immediately released his spiritual power fluctuations to resist it, but ......

In an instant, Qin Yu's spiritual power fluctuations were like water droplets dripping into the sea, and he was directly submerged by Song Jian's impact.

Burst!

Qin Yu stepped back again and again, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Song Jian came to Qin Yu in an instant and slashed down with a sword.

Break ten thousand laws together!

"Song Jian!" Qin Yu shouted, breaking ten thousand laws one by one, stabbing towards Song Jian!

Rumble!

Huo Ran, a huge impact sounded again in the Minshan Mountain......

What the?!

Qin Yu looked stunned!

I saw Song Jian holding the Black Cloud Sword in one hand, facing Qin Yu's Ten Thousand Breaking Method, Song Jian was not only unscathed, but also cracked one of his Ten Thousand Breaking Method!

"Huh. Song Jian smiled softly.

Click!

Amazingly, the Black Cloud Sword was directly crushed by Song Jian with his bare hands!

"Die. ”

Laugh at!

As soon as Song Jian's words fell, the Xinghai Sword in his hand directly penetrated Qin Yu's abdomen, and the blood dripped down the Xinghai Sword to the ground.