The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

Ouyang, who was holding the handsome boy's hind leg with one hand, walked step by step towards Leng Qingsong among the corpses.

Looking at Leng Qingsong, who had a ferocious face, drooling, and red eyes, Ouyang couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

My little brother actually only has this level? Was his body easily taken over by a crazy sword spirit?

Ouyang took out a recording stone from his arms and first took a picture of Leng Qingsong's ugly appearance.

After this matter is over, I insist on pressing the head of my dick to let him see how stupid I am at this time!

After taking the photo, Ouyang looked at Leng Qingsong calmly, tilted his head and said, "Ou Yezi, should I beat you out, or should you just get out on your own?"

Leng Qingsong, whose body had been forcibly taken over, naturally discovered Ouyang. At this time, his mind was already occupied by killing.

The resentment that has been sealed for thousands of years, the sword spirit just wants to vent it!

Countless blood-red sword energies rushed toward Ouyang like tentacles!

The suffocating aura of killing and the smell of blood that was so strong that it was nauseating hit his face.

Ouyang frowned, and the true energy in his body rushed towards the handsome boy without any reservation, and then waved lightly.

The zhenqi amplified hundreds of times in the pretty boy's mouth turned into a crescent-shaped zhenqi slash and hit the blood-red sword qi in the sky.

"boom!"

The blood-red sword energy collided with the huge crescent-shaped zhenqi slash, causing the entire palace to shake.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Leng Qingsong screamed the same word with saliva dripping from his mouth. He swung the blood-red sword in his hand and cut through the void one after another and appeared in front of Ouyang.

clang!

Ouyang raised the handsome boy to block Leng Qingsong's long sword. The handsome boy turned his head and bit the blood-red sword, making Leng Qingsong unable to draw the sword.

Ouyang's cold eyes met Leng Qingsong's blood-red eyes, and the other's reflection was reflected in their eyes.

A trace of fear flashed in those blood-red eyes, which seemed to become clearer, but was immediately replaced by madness!

"It's all you! It's all you!" The crazy sword spirit seemed to recognize Ouyang as Ou Zhizi, who once shared a body with him, and shouted crazily.

Countless blood-red sword energy suddenly appeared from Leng Qingsong's Western Zhou Dynasty and stabbed towards Ouyang fiercely.

But all the sword energy was blocked by Ouyang Xizhou's true energy.

Being able to clamp down on the blood-red sword was all thanks to the handsome man who once served as the scabbard. Ouyang didn't put in much effort.

Ouyang raised his hand and pinched Leng Qingsong's neck.

With the true energy attached to his hand, Leng Qingsong's blood-red sword energy from Xizhou could not harm Ouyang at all.

The moment Ouyang pinched Leng Qingsong's neck, he twisted around and threw Leng Qingsong on his back, slamming Leng Qingsong to the ground.

The blood-red long sword came out of Leng Qingsong's hand. The handsome boy bit the long sword and struggled to control the long sword trying to break free from the dog's mouth.

"This is the best time to show your loyalty. Even if my teeth break, I will still hold you in my mouth!" The handsome boy, who had betrayed Ouyang once, bit his sword with all his strength and glared like a dog. Chang Jian thought firmly.

Opportunities are reserved for prepared dogs!

The handsome boy struggled with the blood-red sword.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap sounded, Ouyang raised his hand that let go of the handsome boy, and slapped Leng Qingsong on the face.

Leng Qingsong's blood-red eyes were confused for a moment, and then were replaced by madness again.

"Snapped!"

This slap brought up the true energy in Ouyang's body, which first spread to Leng Qingsong's body along with the slap.

Ouyang's energy seemed to have a magical effect, and he was slapped hard and hard.

Leng Qingsong's face became swollen, and the blood-red color in his eyes became much lighter.

Leng Qingsong's dantian has been replaced by blood red.

Leng Qingsong's Nascent Soul is holding its own natal sword, which is only protected by the twelve-level lotus flower evolved from the true essence.

But the opponent was too powerful. The moment he touched the sword, he lost control of his body, and his Nascent Soul was tightly suppressed in the corner of his Dantian.

Even Leng Qingsong didn't know who his opponent was!

Leng Qingsong's Nascent Soul did not seem to give up resistance. Leng Qingsong, who had already understood the meaning of the Qinglian sword, was floating in the Dantian that was now like a sea of ​​blood with just a lotus flower.

Countless tentacles stretched out from the blood sea from time to time to attack Qinglian, but they all melted away before they could get close to Qinglian. However, Qinglian was like the nemesis of the classmate sea, avoiding the sea of ​​blood wherever it went.

Even the green energy emanating from the green lotus is constantly purifying the blood sea in the Western Zhou Dynasty!

As long as he has enough patience, he will one day completely purify the sea of ​​blood in front of him.

Although his consciousness has been suppressed in the Nascent Soul, Leng Qingsong can still see the unknown monster controlling his body and killing crazily.

But there was nothing he could do except anger in his dantian.

But what surprised Leng Qingsong was that every time he killed a monk, the monk's sword intention would float to the Qinglian in his dantian.

After Qinglian absorbs the sword intent of the slain monk, she will become stronger!

Each sword cultivator's sword intention is different, and these sword intentions have become the nourishment of Qinglian, constantly nourishing Qinglian, and even constantly nourishing the natal sword in Leng Qingsong's hand!

The natal sword that was originally broken by his own hands gradually solidified due to the illusory sword intention of the Qinglian sword!

Can he absorb the sword intent of other sword cultivators? !

This discovery did not surprise Leng Qingsong, but made him feel disgusted.

What's the difference between a monster that absorbs the sword intent of other swordsmen and a monster that controls its own body to kill?

The arrogant Leng Qingsong despises everything he is doing now, but there is nothing he can do about it!

When his brother appeared in Leng Qingsong's field of vision, the monster in the sea of ​​blood seemed to understand how powerful his brother was. The sea of ​​blood in his dantian surged and rolled, blocking his senses for the first time.

This made Leng Qingsong, who had lost his external senses, feel anxious. What if the monster controlling his body hurts his brother!

Thinking of this, Yuanying, who was sitting in the green lotus, raised the natal sword in his hand and split it towards the sea of ​​blood, and Qinglian began to become disordered because of Yuanying's split.

Concern leads to chaos. Qinglian, who had absorbed the sword's power smoothly, was drowned in the sea of ​​​​blood for the first time!

Leng Qingsong seemed to be standing in darkness.

"Are you dead?" Leng Qingsong, standing in the endless darkness, fell into confusion.

When the familiar zhenqi first spread to the dantian, it was like sunlight shining on the white snow. The blood-red blood on the dantian melted away, and the green lotus was revealed again.

After the true energy entered the green lotus, the green lotus seemed to be nourished, giving birth to a thin green stem and a lotus leaf.

He took root in a sea of ​​blood and absorbed the sea of ​​blood crazily!

"Brother!" Leng Qingsong looked at everything in front of him excitedly. The familiar Qi belonged to his brother!

It seems that outside, my brother is trying his best to save himself!