The scythe is very curved, the top is flashing with a sharp color, and above the inner edge, there is a little bit of blood, as if you want to harvest all the creatures in front of you, there are very few people who use the sickle as a weapon in the cultivation world, because it belongs to the good use of the scythe, and the lethality is amazing, and the bad use is more useless than ordinary weapons, but looking at the yin and innocent posture, I am afraid that the control of the scythe in my hand is still superb.

Xu Cheng kept observing, like a bird that had just poked its neck out of the eggshell.

He found that among the core disciples, none of them relied on the low-level exercises of the sect to kill and compete, because they were too ordinary, but the foundation exercises were still provided by the sect, even when Emperor Ying was cultivating low, the first person to cultivate was only the "Yin Evil Decision".

For ordinary disciples, the sect is just a place of cultivation, but for core disciples and genius disciples, the sect is just a springboard and a perspective that can be like marching from afar.

Qiu Dongsheng's eyes were fixed on Yin Wuxie.

Yin Wuxian came slowly with the scythe, and everywhere he went, the sunlight around him disappeared, as if he was swallowed up by Yin Wuxie.

Yin Wuxian walked to the ring, only this distance, but when everyone looked at Yin Wuxian again, they had already found that the momentum of this Yin Wuxian at the moment was still at the highest in these few steps.

Xu Cheng couldn't help but be more interested in this battle, he didn't know that one would win or that one would die, but he believed that it would definitely be a dragon fight.

Yin Wuxie said in a hoarse voice, and said a little sharply: "My name is Yin Wuxie, disciple of Xuanyin Sect, please advise." ”

Qiu Dongsheng said: "Qiu Dongsheng, Hehuan Sect." ”

Qiu Dongsheng's blood-red robe seemed to have blood flowing at this moment, and the hot blood-colored aura extended behind him, turning into a long red one, as if there was an extra blood-colored road near the ring out of thin air.

Qiu Dongsheng took out a blood-colored short sword.

The dagger was densely covered with tiny bloody eyes.

At this moment, the head of the sect suddenly said: "Shura Bloody Eye Sword, isn't the head of the Hehuan Sect afraid that this disciple will be corrupted by that Shura's evil qi?

"Master, you're a little anxious, this is just a textile from the Shura Bloody Eye Sword. The corpse elder looked at the sword and whispered.

"Even so, it is also with the blood soul of Shura, this"

"The body of Jiuyang is born with the hottest yang energy, although it is not as powerful as the legend, I am afraid that the bloodline has been weakened for too long, and it is only a middle and lower in the physique, but the characteristics of Jiuyang's restraint of obscenity and darkness are still pure, even if there is only a trace, but the Shura soul in this Shura Blood Eye Sword can be firmly controlled. The corpse explained, his voice sometimes sharp and sometimes low, but always methodical.

"But that"

"It's nothing, now that we're all old, let's let them go!" said the zombie under the corpse old man, and the corpse old man's face was a little stiff when the zombie spoke.

It seems that there is also an obstacle encountered.

The rich and scorching língqì flowed from between the palms of Qiu Dongsheng's hands into the blood-eyed Shura short sword, and the eyes on it opened in an instant, one by one, small eyes, full of sin, blasphemy, destruction, and a kind of evil qi that was constantly climbing along the sword body, but when it reached the palm, it turned into a wisp of blood and disappeared in an instant, making the blood behind Qiu Dongsheng almost, almost so thick that it could make people vomit.

The aura on the sword became more and more intense.

The breath on the scythe was getting lower and lower, as if the entire scythe had disappeared.

"Kazuki Dance. ”

The air was hot and masculine, but after the scythe moved, the aura in this scene suddenly divided into two streams, one hot masculine and the other cold and evil, devouring each other.

Xu Cheng looked at the power of the bloodline and felt even more incredible, he had seen a kind of saying in the classics, the power of the bloodline in ancient times was the most powerful, it was said that it came from the gods and demons, from the primeval evil spirits.

Legend has it that there is a person with the body of nine yangs, who cultivated to the sky, and after death, the hot breath on his body turned a continent into a desert.

But the passage of blood and the change of time are only a little more thankful than ordinary people.

Xu Cheng couldn't help but sigh, the power of time, the vicissitudes of life may be the longest time for human beings, but for time, it is just a small point in the long river of time.

The scythe turned into a black illusion, and Xu Cheng couldn't catch the whereabouts of the scythe, but he only needed to look at Qiu Dongsheng.

On Qiu Dongsheng's broken sword, countless eyes looked to the side in an instant.

"Bang bang. ”

The scythe and the broken sword collided with each other and opened.

For a while, I didn't even know how many times it collided, but Xu Cheng looked at the innocent beating trajectory, which became more and more beautiful, and finally even turned into a strange dance step, beautiful with murderous intent, and some of the disciples who were looking at it at the moment were looking at it with some obsession.

Xu Cheng secretly bit the tip of his tongue, and the smell of blood kept Xu Cheng awake.

When Xu Cheng looked at it again, there was nothing in the ring, only a black illusory shadow, constantly beating, a red color was constantly dodging, and sometimes the blood color could be seen, which disappeared in a flash.

"Bang bang bang. ”

The last three sounds.

Yin Wuxian is revealed, the thin body is injured, the chest rises and falls slightly, and it seems that this Kazuki Dance is not completely without consumption.

Xu Cheng looked at Yin Wuxie, because it was too dark over there, and he only now found that the covering on Yin Wuxie's face and the robe on his body had been completely broken, and even a bloody mouth was on his face, but that was extremely beautiful, Xu Cheng himself was a handsome man, but when Yin Wuxian showed his face, Xu Cheng was also a little ashamed.

The black qi on his body slowly rose, and finally, he completely recovered.

turned into a black robe again, covering all the yin and innocent.

"What is this called?" Qiu Dongsheng's voice came.

At this moment, Qiu Dongsheng's clothes were already extremely viscous, and the cuts, like some kind of beast-like teeth, were pitted and bloody.

Yin Wuxian shook the sickle slightly, and a pool of blood suddenly appeared on the ground: "Scythe Moon Dance." ”

"Good name. But now it's my turn. Qiu Dongsheng's face at this moment also flowed out of a huge open wound, although it was gradually covered by the red, but it was still useless, as if there was still a breath in the wound that was constantly eroding.

Xu Cheng stared at the sickle, but found that there were small wavy blades on the sickle, and there were gaps underneath, so the sickle could really be said to be a vicious weapon.