The first cause of all realms

Chapter 961 Killing the Divine Weapon: Two-Edged Sword!

God, it's bleeding!

The extremely intense blood color, as soon as it appeared, filled the crypt, the void, and even the perspectives of all outside observers with an incomparably domineering posture.

All of a sudden, not to mention Zhong Lilie, Old Demon Cholera and others, even the Taoist Sanchi who was urging his sword to cut people eight thousand miles away, Zhao Xuantai and Heihu in the clouds and mist were all stunned for a moment.

I just feel that the blood is boiling for a moment, as if it is melting and decomposing!
Boom!

The moment of time difference, almost collapsed, Taoist Sanchi woke up suddenly, eight thousand miles away, he screamed loudly and urged the sword formula.

Eight thousand miles away, in the catacombs, thousands of blades were screaming, the flames were raging, and all kinds of colors appeared, trying to suppress that ray of blood!
"cut!"

The sword made a human voice, shaking the crypt, and at the end of the jet lag, the appearance of the flying sword was truly revealed.

Three feet in length, sessile and transparent, with sharp edges.

But before the sound wave fell, the flying sword, with a slight tremor, turned into thousands of sword threads so thin that they could hardly be seen by naked eyes!
Like countless chains, they pierced through the last flame, and slashed towards the red-clothed swordsman sitting cross-legged on the magma sea of ​​flames!
With more than a thousand years of practice, Taoist Sanchi is keenly aware of something wrong even though he is eight thousand miles away.

One sword turned into ten thousand swords, but he had already extinguished the idea of ​​capturing and killing him, but wanted to chop his body to pieces, capture his soul and return.

With this sword slashing, this incarnation of Taoist Sanchi dimmed a bit, and his magic power was exhausted.

The incarnation can't compare with the deity, but his sword has been urged to such a degree that even the deity of the eight extremes will be cut off by him in a short time.

Not to mention such a junior who just made it to the gold list of the Ten Capitals by relying on his heels?

However, the next moment, his eyes seemed to freeze, and even eight thousand miles away, his eyes couldn't help but feel a tingle of pain.

hum~
In the crypt, there was a sudden silence.

"The Heavenly Sword is three feet long, the half is eight poles, and the three-foot Taoist..."

Among the raging flames, Yang Ju, who had been sitting quietly all day and night, raised his brows, his eyes were as clear as a mirror, reflecting everything that happened inside and outside the cave, before and after.

Even, I saw the Sanchi Taoist who was eight thousand miles away, screaming and kneading.

"One line of eight poles, but it's beyond Jiuyao's reach..."

Talking to himself, Yang Ju stretched out his hand, and pulled out the re-hardened double-edged knife from the billowing flames.

At this moment, no matter it was Zhong Lilie, Old Devil Cholera or the others, there was a trace of astonishment in their eyes.

He actually made a knife? !
But before this thought could pass, he couldn't help but gasp again. It was a magic knife that was as red as blood and breathed rhythmically as if alive.

And the moment Yang Jue held the knife, he felt the blood all over his body, which quickly disappeared and was swallowed by the double-edged knife.

But he didn't realize it, or maybe he didn't even have time to hesitate, only...

hold a knife,

Then, cut it out!

hum!
This knife seems to be very random, the light of the knife even has only a faint line of blood.

But it seems that in less than a thousandth of an instant, the bloody light has already filled the crypt, the void, and even, visible to the naked eye, the world!

Rumble!
After a moment of stagnation, there was an earth-shattering explosion.

At this moment, the crypt transformed from the fragments of the cave sky began to shake violently. The billowing smoke and dust engulfed many instruments, materials, and even a sea of ​​magma burst out.

Like a gas dragon mixed with gray and red, it soars into the sky.

Among them, what such a huge sound wave could not cover up was Sanchi Taoist's groaning sound with his sword!
Zheng!
The blood-colored knife light rose with the shocking sound of the knife, and it was mighty, like a blue dragon in the abyss, flying from the ground to the sky, sending out a roar that shook the sky.

However, the clear sound of the saber was shaking the sky, but it gave people a feeling of silence, which was miraculous to the extreme.

But in the eyes of all the onlookers, the crypt, the void, and the earth all lost their color where the blood was shining.

Even the sea of ​​sword energy that Taoist Sanchi cut out eight thousand miles away was swallowed by the light of the sword without a sound.

Do not!
Not devour!

Zhong Li fiercely took a step back, his pupils constricted violently, he has supernatural powers and has excellent eyesight.

He clearly saw that wherever the light of the saber came, whether it was sword energy or vegetation, they all melted away like snowflakes exposed to the scorching sun!

It was broken down into tiny particles that even his eyesight could not see!

This is……

"Blood Transforming Sword!"

The roar of the tiger came out from the clouds, and the black tiger stood up on its forelegs, with a look of shock:

"Is there still an inheritance in this world for Yiqi Immortal?"

"Blood Transforming Sword..."

Heihu was astonished, but Zhao Xuantai's expression was a little subtle, as if he was recalling, but also sighed:
"It's such a familiar smell..."

One person and one tiger had different expressions, and outside the burrow, in the wild forest, the redness of the sky disappeared, and the sea of ​​sword light that came through it had completely disappeared.

"You are refining and killing divine soldiers!"

The sound of clanging swords turned into human words, and the Sanchi Taoist [-] miles away let out a muffled grunt. In a trance, he felt as if a god-man sitting far away in the sky cut down a heavenly sword.

Its speed is not so fast, its momentum is not so strong, it is natural, but it seems to be omnipresent, following him like a shadow, which makes him feel a chill in his heart.

"This knife is not like killing Lingbao..."

boom!
A momentary thought flashed by, Taoist Sanchi had once again pinched the sword formula:

"cut!!"

hum~
Outside the burrow, Yang Jue slashed his sword in front of him, a flying sword that was as transparent as glass, restrained thousands of sword threads, and came straight to the center of his eyebrows, but was stopped by his slash.

clang clang clang clang~
The sound of swords and swords became one, and the two colors of light, centered on Yang Yu, collided violently and rubbed against each other.

Half of the eight poles also has the power of the eight poles.

Even though they were eight thousand miles away, it was by no means comparable to the ordinary Jiuyao. Even though Yang Jian's horizontal knife blocked this lore, the piercing sword light still penetrated into his body.

It's like thousands of flying needles piercing, trying to destroy his body.

But his physique is only a thread behind that of the [-]-yao-extreme Canglong. It is impossible to destroy such scattered sword energy.

"The ancestor of a family is nothing more than that..."

The red light was shining, and Yang's prison clothes were all flaring, and he moved forward with the knife, every time he took a step, he pushed the flying sword back a step.

After so many times, the blood-red light has filled the mountain forest, almost dyeing the dark clouds pressed down by the "rumbling" into blood red.

"Junior!"

The flying sword clanged and was interrupted abruptly. After the sword's momentum fell several times, before the flying sword could advance and retreat, Yang Jue suddenly stretched out his other hand and grabbed the violently shaking flying sword:
"Pretend to kill, but actually don't dare to show your face, how ridiculous?"

Rumble!
Eight thousand miles away, the dark clouds were densely covered, and the incarnation of Taoist Sanchi became even more bleak.
"Dare to take the old man's flying sword?!"

Taoist Sanchi sneered, and when he was about to urge the sword formula, he suddenly heard a calm and long Buddha's chant:

"Amitabha! Good, good..."

"Um?!"

This Buddha's name is neither high nor low, and it doesn't contain any magical powers, but when it exploded, the eyelids of Taoist Sanchi couldn't help but twitch.

This voice is only a hundred feet away from him!
boom!
Without any hesitation, Taoist Sanchi squeezed out half of the sword art, and it dissipated, and his figure disappeared into the forest here like smoke.

He retreated very quickly, but the surprise attack he expected did not come, so he couldn't help turning around in astonishment.

I saw big monks dressed in monk's robes coming out of the forest, and standing in front of them was a middle-aged monk who was two feet tall, as burly as a mountain, and his body was covered with a touch of gold!
"Monk Kuiyin!"

The moment he glimpsed the old monk, Taoist Sanchi completely disappeared into the void here, even if the flying sword was taken down, he couldn't care about it for the time being.

Although the monk Kuiyin is not as stunning and talented as his senior brother, the monk Longyin, what he does is the way of Buddhist Dharma protection, the ultimate level, and the power of the king!

Don't say that the magic power of his avatar has plummeted at this moment, even if it is intact, he is definitely not the opponent of this great monk!
"Amitabha!"

Monk Kuiyin clasped his hands together and watched Sanchi Taoist go away, the faint golden light lingering on his body just dissipated:

"The Cangjiang River is three feet, it's a bit decisive. It's a quick walk..."

"Uncle Kuiyin. Before leaving, Master once said that during this trip to Nanling, you are not allowed to fight any practitioners..."

A young monk dressed in a moon-white monk's robe with a face as crystal clear as jade bowed slightly and said:

"Finding the place where the Buddha was born is the most important thing..."

"I haven't fought against anyone for 800 years, and my cultivation of mind and character has reached the pinnacle. Brother, he doesn't need to worry about it!"

The great monk of Zhang Er glared at his nephew:
"Eight thousand miles away, there seem to be quite a few young masters. Among them are not only the Wanshi Tianzong Zhonglilie, but also the sword fairy Nanling who has recently gained fame. Isn't it worth visiting?"

"The most important thing is to find the place where the Buddha was born and guide me to return to the Buddha..."

The young monk didn't change his face.

"No fun, no fun!"

Monk Kuiyin waved his big hand and turned away with the other monks. After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and looked at the young monk standing still on the hill:
"Mi Xin, are you not leaving?"

"There is some truth to what my uncle said. It's so lively eight thousand miles away, it's worth going to have a look..."

Monk Mi Xin clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and in the angry eyes of Monk Kuiyin behind him, it turned into a streak of light and disappeared without a trace:
"On behalf of my uncle, I will take a look..."

……

……

"Um?!"

Outside the burrow, Yang Jue, who was about to cross the line and chase after grabbing the flying sword, couldn't help but frown. Of course, it wasn't because of the many wounds on his palms cut by the flying sword.

It was the decisiveness of the Sanchi Taoist...

"Is this going?"

If he misses a blow, he will cut off his breath and travel thousands of miles away. Even if the flying sword falls into his hands, he will not miss it at all. This life-saving decisiveness is no less than Lu Chen...

Call ~
Flicking his palm lightly, a lot of dripping blood has flowed back under Zhong Lilie's gaze, Yang Jue nodded his thanks.

He didn't seem to care about the retreat of the three old demons of cholera, and his mind just fell on the red magic knife in his palm:
【Killing the Divine Soldiers: Two-Edged Knife】

　Well, continue to code words, there should be another chapter.Let's go to bed early.During the Chinese New Year, Gouzi can only try to update it as much as possible, and add updates only after the new year...

　
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