Chapter 212: Bloody Blade and Blood Knife

"Stop!", Nandou's pupils shrank suddenly, and his body fell on the fallen leaves all over the ground like an iron tower falling from the sky. Zhan Taiyu and Wang Da also stopped their figures, moving like cunning rabbits and quiet like virgins. This terrible ** control is vividly reflected in the three of them. Mu Hao's toes touched the ground slightly, the reckless trees, the dark sky covered the sun, and the fallen leaves on the ground were piled up a few feet thick.

"Dare to break ground on Tai Sui's head and look for death!", Zhan Taiyu said coldly with a gloomy face. The eyes of Nandou and Wang Da were also a little cold and terrifying, and their eyes stared straight ahead. The disciples of the two palaces who came by stepping on the wind also looked shocked and undecided.

Mu Hao's eyes narrowed, and he looked at Nandou and the others, only to see the ancient vines entwined under the towering canopy, falling straight down, like a dragon winding, next to a giant tree. The scarlet blood stained the winding vines red, and the corpses of several disciples of the Red Void Palace were hanging on it. Below, the ground was in shambles, with the corpses of several birds and monsters lying in pools of blood.

Seeing this scene, Mu Hao's eyes also changed slightly, these demon beasts were domesticated by the Red Void Palace, and they traveled thousands of miles every day. Mu Hao vaguely remembered that when they participated in the battle for the immortal tomb that day, they came with Zhan Taiyu and others in these birds and monsters.

The choking smell of blood came to his face, and Mu Hao's eyes looked around vigilantly. These disciples of the Red Void Palace should have been attacked, looking at the injuries on the bodies of these disciples of the Red Void Palace, it is obvious that they were not caused by demon beasts, otherwise they would not have left such a complete corpse, and at the same time, these corpses were hung on the ancient vines, more like someone deliberately demonstrated to the two palaces.

"Inform the major forces of the news, and at the same time send more people!", Nandou said expressionlessly, his sharp sword-like gaze swept over the canopy of the trees that covered the sky and the sun, and his face changed suddenly, "Qingluo, Yang Xiu'er and a few others protect Mu Hao!"

"Woo!woo!", the hurricane swept through the endless sky, and the shadow that obscured the sky appeared in the sky above the ancient forest.

"Bloodthirsty Giant Eagle!", the breathing of dozens of disciples of the Inner Sect of the Red Void Palace instantly became extremely rapid. The shadow was not a cloud, but a giant eagle dozens of feet long, with blood-colored scales covering it and shining brightly.

The long wings were like metal, and the giant eagle looked down, its two eyes were like scarlet jade, revealing violence, staring at Mu Hao and the others in the vast forest.

"Terrible!", just one look made Mu Hao feel suffocated, and his gaze was slightly condensed.

"Flick your fingers to cover the sky, the center of Nandou!", a cold voice sounded in the sky without warning, and I saw a figure walk out above the bloodthirsty giant eagle, an overly young man, with a tall figure, and the lines on his cheeks were like knives cut out, revealing a feminine color. The young man stared at Nandou below, as if he was looking at his prey, and the corners of his mouth provoked a grim smile: "Nandou!"

"Blood Blade, you are becoming more and more presumptuous, you dare to slaughter my Central Realm disciples openly!", Nandou said coldly.

"Presumptuous?", the young man gently brushed the black hair on his waist with one hand, "Every time the blood blade makes a move, when has it sneaked up, the prey on the blood blade list is really exciting!"

Before the words fell, the young man raised his hand, his overly white hand, and the terrifying sword qi surged out of his palm like a flood, lingering on his fingertips. Under the dazzling sunlight, the young man's fingers moved slightly, and one after another sword marks condensed at a terrifying speed.

As soon as these sword marks appeared in the void, a crisp and piercing sword sound immediately set off, and sword shadows slowly appeared in the sword marks, hovering around the young man. Seeing this scene, the eyes of the three Nandou became more solemn, Nandou stepped out, stared at the scene, and spit lightly: "Qingluo, Yang Xiu, you will leave first with Mu Hao, Shen Shi and others!"

"Shen Yue, you follow me. ", which young woman elder of the Miluo Palace said in a deep voice. Hearing this, Mu Hao saw Shen Yue, who had no time to say goodbye, but there was a faint sense of sadness in that shadow.

Qingluo's delicate delicate jade face was a little pale, and her eyes looked at the several sword marks and sword shadows in the sky with some horror, "Formation Master!" "Formation Master!", Mu Hao's pupils shrank, is this the formation master? There is the power of the vibration of mountains and rivers in his gestures, and the sword shadow that is like a substance, revealing the power that makes Mu Hao's scalp tingle.

"Withdraw!", suppressing the shock in his heart, Qingluo's slender willow eyebrows were a little more heroic, and her delicate body was like a dancing butterfly, shuttling between the lush trees. Mu Hao didn't hesitate at all, he knew that Nandou and the others let him retreat, so he naturally had his reasons, his toes touched the ground slightly, as if he was a lonely Hong, and at the same time secretly guessed in his heart that this was the force that dared to attack the forces of the two palaces of Chixu Palace and Miluo Palace in the central realm?

At the moment when Mu Hao's figure swept out dozens of zhang, the sword shadow hovering in the sky was like a falling star, a huge roar filled the heavens and the earth, the air flow was violently turbulent, flying sand and rocks, pieces of trees collapsed, and the leaves danced wildly.

Three brilliant sword lights swept straight up, tearing apart the sand and stones in the sky. Mu Hao's body shook violently, looking back at this extremely shocking scene, and secretly smacked his tongue, this is the terrible formation master.

The terrifying aura was raging and extremely depressing, and Mu Hao didn't dare to relax in the slightest and retracted his gaze. I saw the sunlight tearing apart the overlapping ridges, as if broken gold sprinkled on dozens of embarrassed figures, these two palaces are obviously skilled hunters, extremely experienced, it seems that the two palaces are not in vain, the route chosen is extremely hidden and rugged.

Mu Hao's face followed calmly, and there was no panic in Gujing Wubo's eyes, but there was a sense of expectation, such a world is really exciting. Looking at the gloomy forest quietly, Mu Hao's galloping figure was like a tree that suddenly stopped in a storm.

"What's wrong?", Qingluo felt something strange behind her, turned around, and stared at Mu Hao with a slight frown. The rest of the Miluo Palace disciples also looked at Mu Hao with some surprise, how did this kid stop.

Catching up with this delicate face, Mu Hao squinted his eyes slightly, and said calmly: "Something is wrong!" "Something is wrong?", the young man named Yang Xiu frowned slightly, "Evacuate first, who knows how many people are coming from the Blood Blade!"

"There's something wrong, it's too quiet!", Qingluo turned around, her bright eyes squinting slightly, and the old giant tree standing in the distance. "It's a bit too quiet!", dozens of Miluo Palace disciples quietly recalled these words, and their bodies immediately tensed. The giant beasts in this vast forest sea are rampant, and the roars of demon beasts can be heard everywhere, while the lush forest leaves in front of them are dead and terrifying, which is too abnormal.

"Since you have been waiting for me here for so long, why are you hiding and hiding?", Qingluo's eyes instantly became extremely sharp, as if she had seen through the reality of the void.

"Hiss!", at this moment, in the dead silence of the forest, a ghostly black-clothed figure swept out, and there were dozens of them. These people's faces were extremely ordinary, cold as a block of ice, and their indifferent eyes flashed with piercing killing intent, quietly looking at Qingluo and the others, as if they were waiting for something.

After half a ring, a middle-aged man walked out, his bearing was magnificent and calm, his deep eyes flashed with a faint coldness, and while walking, his eyes swept lightly over Mu Hao and others, until he stood at the forefront, he was wearing black clothes like ink, and there was a knife embroidered on the black clothes, but this knife was blood-colored, seeing this sign, the breath of several disciples of Miluo Palace couldn't help but become short, "Blood Knife Brand Killer!".

"Blood Knife Card!", this is enough to make people feel suffocated, in countless dead nights, or sunny afternoons, this cold word outlines, so that the wind is still for the blood flowers, leaving a pool of blood all over the ground.

"Twenty-two disciples of the Chixu Palace, twenty-three disciples of the Miluo Palace, except for the thirty-six disciples who went to the two palaces to greet them, only nine disciples of the two palaces survived, I am really a little surprised!", the middle-aged man said lightly, his eyes have not swept over Mu Hao and the others, in his opinion, the giant elephant never cares about the ants under his feet, and Mu Hao and the others are such ants in his eyes, his eyes are slightly off, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Nice Nizi, it's a pity, do it!"

There was no nonsense, and the smile on the middle-aged man's face suddenly solidified and became cold and piercing. The forty black-clothed men standing behind the middle-aged man all had a touch of scarlet in their eyes, and their swords were unsheathed, and the terrifying true qi flowed in their bodies, making their momentum extremely powerful, as if a sharp sword was unsheathed

The middle-aged man plus the forty black-clothed people made a full forty-one people, which was the same as the number of disciples of the two palaces. However, the smell of blood permeating these people was even stronger, and one after another sword light like poisonous snakes swam in, extremely tricky.

"Senior Sister Qingluo!", Yang Xiu's tone was low, revealing a touch of weakness. "The Blood Knife Brand Killer, hand it over to me, and the rest to you!", the cold voice revealed undoubted firmness, and Qingluo did not retreat but walked forward.

"No!", Yang Xiu and the other fifteen disciples of the Red Void Palace gritted their teeth, and their eyes were also full of violence. "My Chixu Palace is no worse than your Miluo Palace, I'm with you!", Liu Yan also interjected, but Ximendong, who was the strongest on the spot, was a little afraid and retreated.

"Sonorous!", in the dark forest and sea, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the dead leaves were flying all over the sky, and Yang Xiu and the others were like fierce tigers, revealing their sharp fangs. Catching up with these black-clothed people, Qingluo and Liu Yan came fluttering, the green silk fluttered and swirled, and two refined thin swords appeared between their jade hands, and a thick aura surged out of their delicate bodies, all of which were the sixth layer of the Transformation Stage!

Looking at Qingluo and Liu Yan, the middle-aged man's eyes were also condensed, and he slowly pulled out the long sword he was carrying behind him, his arm shook, and the sword qi surged out, and the edge was extremely powerful.

Qingluo and Liu Yan both stepped out diagonally, and the long sword in their hands suddenly pointed out. Their swords were like catkins, delicate and weak, but they sealed the middle-aged man's position with great precision.

"The sixth layer of the gods, the cultivation is good, the two girls are good!", the long sword in the middle-aged man's hand made a terrible gradual sound, and the sword emitted like a fierce beast out of the cage.

"Sonorous!", the soft sound of the clash of gold and iron was extremely piercing, and the sharp sword qi slashed dangerously and dangerously, and the swaying green silk of Qingluo and Liu Yan, half of the green silk spilled down. Liu Yan and Qingluo both flashed their delicate bodies, "How can it be so fast, one sword turns into two." ”。 Suddenly, the two of them were as erratic as catkins, but the swords in their hands were pointed out one after another, but the middle-aged man could always dissolve them lightly, but he was not in a hurry to defend and attack, just like a cat playing with a mouse.

He was waiting, waiting for the moment when Qingluo and Liu Yan's offensive came to a standstill, and that moment was when Qingluo and Liu Yanxiang lost their jade, with one enemy and two, it was so easy and not simple. On the other side, the disciples of the two palaces and the forty black-clothed men were evenly matched. Of course, vaguely, the man in black, the kind of offensive that completely fought for his life, gradually gained the upper hand, and although the two sides were still in a stalemate, this state would not last long.