Opening: Me, I become stronger when I am beaten!

The hall was filled with blood, and the strong bloody aura was like ribbons floating in the air, strange and hidden murderous intent.

After a few breaths of time, the surrounding blood energy has become very strong, and the Blood River Excalibur's momentum has reached its maximum at this moment.

Qin Xin raised his long sword and pointed the blade at the sky. At this time, the surrounding blood evil spirit formed a huge vortex, gradually converging towards the blade.

In the surrounding space, he seemed to be the strongest killing god standing proudly in the sky, a blood river sword could slaughter everything.

After a while, the blade had turned blood red, and the bloody aura rose, and the power was finally superimposed to the maximum.

"Today, I will not hesitate to use the sect's secret technique, but I will also kill you and become a part of this river of blood!"

Qin Xin let out a loud roar, then raised his sword in his hand, and slashed out with a mighty sword.

The blade of the sword slashed across the void, leaving a bloody arc, and the phantom of the blood river gradually solidified, falling down like a waterfall with majestic momentum.

Zhao Xuanming's pupils locked. He had been procrastinating just now, and he was also gathering momentum. Now that he finally ushered in the strongest sword move, he also went all out.

The long sword is slowly raised, and it is performing a one-style nine-nine return to one. The nine swords wandering around gradually return, and they are blessed with an extremely powerful sword, and the power is doubled and superimposed.

Accompanied by a loud bang, the river of blood flowed backwards, and the air waves roared to the sky. The tables and chairs in the hall were turned into piles of broken wood under the impact, and cracks in the shape of spider webs appeared on the ground.

With one strike of the sword, half of the bloody aura wandering around was washed away, the river of blood disappeared completely, and only a little bit of bloody aura floating in the air remained, which was no longer a climate.

Qin Xin spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew upside down, hitting the ground heavily.

At this time, his face had turned pale and bloodless. The sword just now consumed him too much, and the strongest sword was cast, and he was defeated.

The majestic momentum of the blood river has receded, and what awaits him next will be the backlash of this taboo secret technique.

Zhao Xuanming also took a few big steps back in a row, but he was only hit by a strong impact, and quickly stabilized his aura without being injured.

Holding the long sword in his hand tightly, he walked forward again.

"Well, what cards do you have now, you can just use them, and I will take them!" Zhao Xuanming said coldly.

Qin Xin didn't respond to him, because the injuries in his body were too serious at this time, and his energy and blood were deficient, which had already made him sluggish. In addition, his body was suddenly deficient to me, and his body was overwhelmed and tortured.

Now he has no qualifications to continue fighting, if he stays here, he can only bring shame upon himself.

Then he took out a talisman, gritted his teeth and slapped himself on the chest.

A mouthful of blood was spat on the talisman. At this time, the talisman suddenly turned into a red carpet, floating in the air. Qin Xin sat on the carpet and left quickly.

"I want to go, but there is no door!"

Zhao Xuanming quickly chased after him.

In order to take revenge, he practiced hard for 20 years, and now that he has achieved success, his enemy is right in front of him, how could he let him go.

He quickly stepped out of the extremely fast movement, turned into a stream of light, and quickly chased after him, leaving only afterimages on the spot.

It has to be said that this red carpet does not know what kind of treasure it is, but its speed is so fast that it is difficult for Zhao Xuanming to catch up to it in a short time.

And this place is in the depths of the Blood River Sect, and we don't know the surrounding situation. If someone obstructs them, this pursuit may be in vain.

The two quickly left the Bloody Clothes Pavilion one after the other, and then rushed towards the depths of the Blood River Sect.

"Hey, just because you want revenge, now that I'm in front of you, you don't have the ability to kill me, you're just a waste."

While swallowing a healing elixir, Qin Xin didn't forget to turn around and taunt.

I have to say that his virtue really deserves a beating.

"Oh? Yes, then I wish you good luck."

Zhao Xuanming was calm, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

He raised the palm of his hand, conveyed a stream of true energy, and in a blink of an eye a divine hand condensed into one.

A huge golden hand suddenly appeared above Qin Xin's head and grabbed his collar. The red carpet continued to fly forward, but he was stopped halfway.

Then, the big golden hand threw it to the ground forcefully, and Qin Xin was thrown to the ground so hard that even the bluestone floor was cracked.

He grinned his teeth in pain for a while, then slowly got up, his mind went blank for a while, and he was already at a loss.

Seeing Zhao Xuanming, who was chasing after him at high speed, approaching in the blink of an eye, Qin Xin's eyes were tearing apart.

"Don't come here!"

"Snapped!"

Zhao Xuanming slapped Qin Xin on the face, causing him to turn around three times, and a clearly visible palm print instantly appeared on his face.

At the same time, this slap made his brain buzz, as if countless flies were buzzing around his ears.

"Today I will kill you, go to hell!"

Zhao Xuanming raised the long sword, and the momentum on the blade increased sharply, and a cold light flashed.

"No, please be merciful!"

Qin Xin quickly knelt down and cried for mercy. When the blade fell, he covered his eyes.

However, a few breaths of time passed, and the deadly sword still did not fall.

Zhao Xuanming pressed hard on the blade, but seemed to be blocked by some invisible force, unable to move forward at all.

He gasped, and subconsciously guessed that this should be the arrival of Patriarch Xuehe.

This person has the cultivation base of the Martial King Jiuchongtian, and he is only one step away from the Martial Emperor. Not only is he powerful, but he can release the field and easily suppress people whose realm is lower than his own.

Then, a deep and old voice came, although a little slack and weak, but with an unquestionable majesty.

"Dare to touch my grandson, how dare you do that, since that's the case, I will let you come and go today!"

This voice directly touched Zhao Xuanming's mind and made him flustered.

I thought that I had already mastered powerful martial arts, and that my skills were stronger than monks of the same realm. As long as I was below the Martial Emperor, I would be able to fight.

It wasn't until now that he realized that the gap was actually quite large.

On the open space in front of him, a cloud of blood-red mist gradually rose, and then an old man with gray hair suddenly walked out of the blood mist.

Seeing this enemy's face, Zhao Xuanming immediately became jealous.

"Old bastard, take your life!"

He held up his long sword and charged forward.

However, just halfway there, he was bound by blood-red iron chains and couldn't move.

"Tsk tsk, your physique is not bad. Refining you into a puppet should work well." Qin Changhe stroked his beard and nodded slightly.

Just as his voice fell, Ye Chen's voice suddenly came.

"It's good, but it's a daydream."