Invincible Starts From God-level Plunder

I saw that Gu Cong was full of blood, and there was a slight blood gleam in his eyes. The Yanhuang Sword in his hand was completely covered by bloody flames.

At this moment, he seemed to be possessed by a demon, and there was no clarity in his eyes.

Gu Cong, help me get rid of these six damn sword soul clones first!

Gu Yun said loudly.

boom!

Before he finished speaking, Gu Cong raised the bloody Yanhuang sword in his hand, and slashed in Gu Yun's direction. This sword touched the sky full of blood and light, all of which were integrated into this sword.

Obviously, this is a martial skill, a martial skill tailor-made for Gu Cong.

However, the target of Gu Cong's sword is not the six pure Yang Shenhuo sword souls, but Gu Yun who is surrounded by the pure Yang Shenhuo sword souls.

Gu Yun is also the Tianjiao of the main clan who has experienced many battles, and he had an insight into Gu Cong's intentions the moment before he made a move. The sword gang has not yet approached, but the dragon sword shield has solidified.

clang!

Accompanied by a crisp sound of metal and iron interlacing, the bloody sword gang was scattered by the Panlong sword shield, and the fierce aftermath swept towards the surroundings, knocking back the six pure Yang Shenhuo sword souls for a few steps.

Gu Cong, you are crazy, dare to hit me!

Gu Yun said angrily.

You...why do you think that you are so superior that you can judge me as unknown. I just have a higher talent, control a stronger martial spirit and blood. You are jealous of me, and you are afraid that I will be killed in the future. Take your place, so put me to death!

But it's a pity that I let you down. Not only did I not die, but I became stronger. I became a disciple of Yanhuang and the future suzerain of the Yanhuang sword lineage. I will kill all those who bullied me back then. Those who are street rats will be killed!

Now, let's start with you!

Gu Cong yelled angrily, flipped his palms, and Wu Wang Yazhong's domineering aura erupted. The whole person turned into a bloody afterimage, holding a sword and going straight to Gu Yun.

Inverted, reversed! A dog slave who distinguishes between races dares to speak wildly to me. Today, I will let you see the gap between me and you!

Gu Yun couldn't help but get angry too.

Two great martial arts kings and eight-fold powerhouses, with two Yanhuang swords, collided and confronted each other.

For a moment, the blood was rolling and the flames were criss-crossing. The fierce sword energy surged, and the two of them obviously tried their best. The momentum of the battle was far greater than when they fought against Gu Tianyi just now.

In terms of strength, Gu Yun is slightly stronger than Gu Cong, but Gu Cong has Gu Tianyi's six pure Yang gods, fire, sword and soul to help him, and they are evenly matched when they confront each other.

Why, why are you targeting me, what did I do wrong!

You, answer me, is it because I am stronger than you that you say that I am an ominous person who has suffered humiliation since I was a child?

I am the proud son of heaven, and I am a person with good luck, but why don't you understand these things. The one who is high above should be me, not you group of self-righteous ordinary people!

Gu Cong roared while fighting, his face was ferocious, and his eyes were bloody. The whole person is crazy, like a madman, and seems to be living in a dream.

At this moment, he seemed to be fascinated, and he seemed to be more awake than ever. The combat power displayed exceeded the usual limit.

Roaring, angry, roaring.

There is no doubt that he is in extreme pain now. In the hell of hatred and hatred, in the abyss of blood and darkness, struggling hard.

He didn't ask for relief, he just wanted to pull those who drove him into the abyss from the heights one by one, and trampled them under his feet. Then, rise step by step.

If someone is familiar with Gu Cong, he must know that his current state comes from the darkness and resentment in his heart. Gu Tianyi's demon nightmare is just a key to open the dark door in Gu Cong's heart.

But Gu Yun is the Tianyuan Shenzong Tianjiao, even if Gu Cong is a genius similar to him, he still looks down on him from the bottom of his heart. In his eyes, the sub-clan is a slave and should lie at his feet. Even if he had the opportunity to be promoted to the main clan, he was still humble in his bones and his blood was dirty.

Regarding Gu Cong's past, Gu Yun didn't even bother to understand it.

You are rude to me? Well, no matter whether you are insane or insane, I will wake you up first, and then let you kneel at my feet to admit your mistakes and surrender.

This was Gu Yun's idea.

However, the more he fought, the more surprised he became.

This person from different clans that he looked down upon turned out to be like a madman, becoming more and more courageous as he fought. The sword martial soul in his hand seemed to be no longer the Yanhuang Sword, but more like another martial soul from the Heavenly Sword lineage of the ancient clan - the Blood Spirit Sword.

The Tianjian clan has five veins in total, namely Hantianjian, Yanhuangjian, Xuelingjian, Benleijian, and Xuanfengjian.

The Blood Spirit Sword is a martial soul that uses blood and carnage to enter the way of the sword. Although it is not as powerful as the Yanhuang Sword, every sword intent has ferocious and fierce killing intent. It is a true killing sword martial soul.

Gu Cong unleashed the Thirty-Six Heavy Sealing Demon Sword, the attack became more and more fierce, and with the help of the six pure Yang Shenhuo sword souls, he gained the upper hand slightly.

This feeling of being suppressed made Gu Yun feel very uncomfortable.

His gaze froze, and a look of firm determination flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand and patted the Qiankun bag lightly, and a bright red pill appeared in his palm. Without the slightest hesitation, he swallowed it in one gulp.

A slave is a slave, no matter how strong he is, he can only lie on his stomach like a dog in front of his master. Gu Cong, kneel down for me!

Gu Yun yelled angrily, and his momentum rose in vain.

Waves of crimson air, like tides, gushed out of his body and surged towards the surroundings. On the Yanhuang sword in his hand, crazy flames burned.

At this moment, Gu Yun's aura had already reached the peak of the Eighth Level of the Martial King, and it seemed that he was only one step away from the Ninth Level of the Martial King.

This kind of improvement in exchange for medicine can only bring temporary strength at most, and the essence of its cultivation will not change, and it will always be the eighth level of the Martial King. But such an improvement was enough for Gu Yun.

cut!

Slashing out with a sword, the sword soul of Pure Yang Divine Fire closest to him was torn apart immediately, turning into flames and dissipating in the void.

The aftermath of this sword shocked Gu Cong back a few steps.

With a muffled grunt, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

A face to face, high and low judgment.

However, even if he lost, Gu Cong did not flinch in the slightest. With a painful look and a ferocious face, he roared angrily and rushed forward again. Under the cover of the remaining five pure yang divine fire and sword souls, he unleashed the fourth magical power - the blood fire sword light.

The sword is as bright as a needle, but it contains terrifying divine power.

Pooh!

There was a muffled sound.

The blood-fire sword light pierced through Gu Yun's Panlong sword shield, Gu Cong's eyes were fixed, his face showed a panic, he couldn't help but sideways, and hurriedly dodged.

But the speed of the blood and fire sword light was too fast, and it was not easy to see through it. Gu Yun couldn't dodge it in time, and his arm was pierced. The blood light that seemed to be only the size of a needle tip tore out a wound three fingers wide.

For a moment, blood spattered and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

In this way, Gu Yun was completely angered.

Dog slave, you are courting death!

The fourth supernatural power, kill Yan!

Gu Yun held up a huge sword that was more than ten meters long with one hand, pointing the sword to the sky, and the sword was shining brightly, like a thunder from the sky stirring up fire on the ground. Countless dazzling flames came from all directions, turning into flames, interweaving into a world of flames, trapping Gu Cong in it.

Gu Yun's eyes were ferocious, and he slowly spit out a word:

kill!