A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

The blood river runs through the sky and earth,

Eleven kings vomited blood and flew away, their tendons and bones were broken!

Under the blood river, a blood-robed Taoist watched quietly, as if some instinct had awakened.

"Is this how physical cultivators fight?"

Jiang Ding suddenly realized.

Using softness to overcome hardness, constantly wearing away strength, and then slashing with a sword, this is the classic method that sword cultivators use to face powerful physical cultivators in the realm, and it is not that there is no way out.

"After all, it is unpleasant."

"How can I be in a soft position..."

Jiang Ding shook his head.

He looked at the eleven kings who were rolling and crawling in the void, smashing the void into black holes.

They looked miserable, many of them had broken tendons and bones, and they vomited blood, their bodies were bloody and fleshy, and they looked like they were about to die.

However, this was an illusion.

As physical cultivators, their strongest point was their physique, and they had a strong self-healing ability. These injuries were recovering rapidly.

Before the flying sword blades really cut into their bodies and injected sword energy and sword intent into the wounds, all seemingly horrible injuries were not enough to be evaluated as the results of the battle.

"Swordsmanship!"

"Swordsmanship of the fourth realm of the sword path!"

At this time, in the frightened and puzzled eyes of the kings, the Overlord Sword King suddenly shouted: "The swordsmanship of the human race! You have obtained the swordsmanship inheritance of the ancient gods!"

"Ancient gods?"

Jiang Ding was stunned.

This king of the Horned Demon Emperor clan seemed to know something. He had a certain achievement in cold weapons. It seemed that he was in the third realm of the sword path, refining the sword into silk.

Yes, although he was called the Overlord Sword King and used a knife instead of a sword, his swordsmanship realm was called the third realm of the sword path.

Because, in this world, there are sword cultivators, but no knife cultivators, no hammer cultivators, no gun cultivators, and no bow cultivators.

Perhaps some immortal cultivators who love these weapons like to call themselves so.

However, this is insignificant, just a self-proclaimed title.

On a higher path, in the vast and endless universe, among the many cultivators who claim to be cold weapons, only sword cultivators have reached a very high level, formulating the height of the universe's rules, making sword cultivation as natural as sunlight, water, and air.

Among the various immortal achievements of cold weapons, the sword, hammer, axe, and gun, all added together, are not as good as a hair of sword.

Moreover, these sword and gun realms have a lot of reference to the excellent immortal achievements in swordsmanship, and even the core is basically the same.

For example, the swordsmanship of the Overlord Sword King, although he has the realm of refining swords into silk, he prefers to enhance the momentum on the sword to the extreme, condense the sword momentum and sword spirit, and use the momentum and force to suppress people. There are many differences from swordsmanship, but it is just a different direction of the core of swordsmanship.

"Overlord Sword King, what is the ancient divine way?"

Jiang Ding asked kindly and friendly.

The continuous exploration of knowledge and the unknown is his lifelong habit, and he is even willing to exchange it for the precious one-tenth of a breath of battlefield time.

"Hmph!"

The Overlord Sword King had a cold expression, and showed no sign of answering.

Jiang Ding's friendly smile faded.

Boom!

Another blood-colored sword light fell like thunder!

This sword, with sword intent as its bones and sword tip as its blade, condensed millions of swords into one sword, the sword sounded like thunder, the sword body was as bright as silk thread, the sword body flickered like mist, dimly flickered, as if composed of countless flexible silk threads, exuding a terrible breath of immortality.

"Immortal Sword Technique..."

The fear on the Overlord Sword King's face became even stronger.

This sword was ordinary, just a sword slashed down.

However, in the eyes of a sword master like him, it contained many terrible sword techniques such as sword intent, sword light differentiation, sword energy thunder sound, sword refining into silk, and sword energy immortality. It was even more accumulated and changed layer by layer, and changed millions of times in an instant, and finally formed this sword that was extremely targeted at physical cultivation.

The immortality of sword cultivation is not aimed at oneself, making oneself immortal.

Instead, it kept changing and slashed out the sharpest sword!

Before this sword came, a trace of stinging pain continued to emerge on the surface of the kings' bodies, and the precious bodies that had been sharpened to the extreme were frantically warning.

This was not a sword that could be resisted with the body!

"Kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

At the critical moment of life and death, King Moye, King Shayi and other kings were all crazy, burning their blood decisively, and the blood light on their bodies shone in all directions like a furnace.

This scorching blood power even made the Blood River Sword Domain containing the immortal will begin to ripple.

"Kill!"

The eleven kings shouted wildly.

They burned their blood and erupted with terrifying power. The immortal chaotic spaces of the kings intertwined together, blending into one, mixed with the color of blood, and finally formed a thousand-foot-sized chaotic immortal vortex.

This chaotic vortex was held up by eleven imperial clan king soldiers, like holding up a big star, smashing towards the flickering blood light!

The dark and uncertain blood-colored sword thread arrived as expected.

This sword thread was as thin as a willow leaf and as tough as a reed. It swayed with the wind and seemed extremely weak. A light flick could bounce it off.

However, when this strand of sword thread really fell into the immortal chaotic vortex that the eleven kings risked their lives to slash.

The world suddenly became quiet.

Boom!

Boom!

A terrifying explosion, as if the orbits of the two suns were disordered and crossed head-on, and a destructive disaster occurred in the universe. There was a bloody light between the sky and the earth, and a chaotic gray light. Large areas of the void disappeared, and the mountains and rivers were swallowed up silently. Everything disappeared.

I don’t know how long it took.

Clang!

A blood-colored flying sword that looked very dim retreated and hummed softly.

"Brother,"

"You are a little weak, affecting me..."

Jiang Ding sighed slightly.

This sword is the life-saving magic weapon of the Blood River King. It is a blood river made of countless creatures. He added many natural treasures and mixed the bones, meridians, skin and hair of the Blood River King to make a sword. It is not weak among the treasures of the Yuanshen.

However, that's all.

Compared with the swordsmanship of the fourth realm of the sword, it is quite different.

Not only the flying sword, the magic power of the Blood River King, the immortal foundation of the Blood River King, the consciousness of the Blood River King...

Everything is like this.

This is a fact that a slave tribe and a slave king must face. It is impossible to lay a deep foundation. The conditions are so difficult. Being able to survive and promote to the God of Transformation is already considered a peerless genius of the human race.

The combat power shown now is all due to the swordsmanship that has been hidden for nearly ten thousand years.

In the smoke, the figure of the eleventh king of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan was revealed.

They were all miserable, and the chaotic immortal space was temporarily broken. Some had broken hands, some had broken legs, and some had a huge gap on their waists.

These scars were cut by the Blood River Sword himself. The wounds contained the will of the Blood River Sword, which was madly destroying and devouring the flesh and blood of the kings to offset their immortality.

"Go!"

"Go! The emperor's son is behind us, we still have a chance!"

The eleven kings barely stood up, all with injuries, and said very decisively.

They did not disperse, forming a battle formation, like a giant stepping on the sky, running madly to the distance, no longer full of hatred like before, and chasing to the death.

"You want to escape?"

"That's possible."

Jiang Ding smiled slightly.

"My friends, it's very simple to escape."

"Take two more of my swords."

"That's it."

Clang!

The Blood River Sword hummed softly, swallowing thousands of miles of spiritual energy from the world, and the slightly dim sword body became bright red and agile again.

Endless blood light enveloped the world, and then suddenly retracted, condensing into a flickering blood light, extremely bright and dazzling. Regardless of whether they were watching or not, it filled the hearts of all the kings and could not be avoided at all.

The cold killing intent covered everyone's heart.

"Kill!"

Kings such as King Ba Dao, King Sha Yi, King Mo Ye, etc., trembling instinctively, stopped, burned their blood, gathered all their strength with the battle formation, and blasted back with all their strength.

Boom!

This time, during the collision of swords, terrifying power erupted, spreading through the king soldiers of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan to the bodies of the eleven kings, making their flesh and skin sway like water waves.

"No!"

"Ah!"

A king screamed in fear, extremely shrill, it was the relatively weaker King Mo Ye among the kings.

Boom!

The next moment, the body of King Mo Ye exploded into a ball of blood mist, leaving only a skeleton a hundred feet high, still running.

Boom!

Boom boom!

This is the beginning. Following the Demon Leaf King, the bodies of the Sha Yi King and many other kings exploded into blood mists, leaving only giant skeletons hundreds of feet tall running. Their breath was rapidly weakening, but they were still madly smashing the space to escape.

Even the immortal body of the king of the imperial clan could not resist the sword of the fourth realm of the sword!

The only one who was still normal was the Tyrant Sword King. His body was shaking like water waves, but he could still maintain a human form and did not explode.

"Not dead,"

"You are not dead."

Seeing this, Jiang Ding was really helpless: "You are more alive than cockroaches. I am obviously much stronger than you, but you are still so endless."

"You are really,"

"It makes people happy."

Clang!

Jiang Ding slashed out with a sword again.

This sword no longer had a magnificent atmosphere, blood light was overwhelming, and various strange phenomena appeared, but it was invisible and intangible, and it came in an instant, covering the hearts of all the kings.

"No!"

"Don't!"

The Demon Leaf King clearly sensed something and screamed: "King Xuehe, it's fine if you kill the imperial clan members below the king level."

"If you kill the king of the imperial clan, you will die!"

"No one in the entire realm can protect you!"

"Even the Emperor of Yanliu can't do that!"

"King Xuehe, don't make a mistake!"

At the end of his words, his voice was full of pleading. He was no longer crazy, no longer bloodthirsty, and without the dignity of the king of the imperial clan, he begged desperately.

However, the cold killing intent did not diminish at all.

Getting closer and closer, getting colder and colder.

The death brought by the sword is coming unstoppably.

"Stop!"

"This king is willing to surrender!"

"This king is willing to serve the Emperor of Yanliu and fight for him! This king is now swearing allegiance..."

These are the words of another king.

He begged and begged, and even swore an oath of allegiance to the direction of the Black Water World where the Flame Flow Emperor was, and pledged allegiance to the Flame Flow Emperor, whom he had said he would never coexist with, with extreme sincerity.

"I am the king of the Flame Stone Family!"

"I am the third uncle of the Flame Flow Emperor!"

"You can't kill me, you can't kill me, otherwise the Flame Flow Emperor will definitely kill you, Blood River King..."

These are the words of Sha Yi King, a branch of the Flame Stone Family.

"I am willing to..."

"You damned slave..."

In the face of life and death, many kings of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan went crazy, begging for mercy, cursing, threatening, all kinds of means, dazzling people.

Clang!

The crisp and pleasant sound of the sword came as expected, ending all the words.

The world was quiet.

No more noise.

Jiang Ding stopped and watched quietly.

The bodies of the eleven blood-skull-like Horned Demon Emperor Clan kings were stiff. They did not continue to run, but stopped. They did not even have the inertia of their bodies and were killed.

"You... this slave... will definitely die from now on..."

The eyes of the Demon Leaf King were wooden and turned.

Crack!

A crack appeared in his blood-skull-like brow bone.

Then, the crack spread to the whole body like a spider web.

The crack was horizontal and vertical, with smooth edges. It was not natural, but the same mark as the sword cut, covering every bone of the hundred-foot giant, without missing a single place.

Bang!

Finally, the body of the Demon Leaf King Baizhang collapsed, his skull was shattered, his spine was shattered, and all his bones were shattered and turned into fine powder.

This powder was grayish white, without any vitality. All the vitality was swallowed up by a ray of blood light, and turned into a blood dragon flying into a blood-colored long sword, becoming the material for the flying sword to be refined and improved, making its aura stronger again, and the weakness of the fragile sword body was made up.

Demon Leaf King, dead!

Soul and spirit are destroyed!

Bang!

Bang! Bang!

The death of the Demon Leaf King was a beginning. There were sounds of bones collapsing, and the blood bone giants of Baizhang died one after another. The huge bones were chopped into billions of pieces, and all the souls and life essences were swallowed by the blood dragon, turning into the supreme holy material for the flying sword.

There were a total of ten blood dragon-like blood lights. These were blood dragons containing the life spirits of ten kings of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan. They rushed to the Blood River Sword, wrapped it, and continuously refined it to improve its essence.

Ten.

Yes, ten.

"Hah!"

The last king, Overlord Sword King, burned everything and slashed out a bright sword light with his huge Heaven Sword, shattering the blood-colored sword light that passed through layers of flesh and blood. He survived at the cost of his body below the head being broken.

He was trembling in his heart, extremely terrified, without any courage to look back, and fled madly to the back with only his head.

"Not bad."

"Overlord Sword King, your strength is not weak."

Jiang Ding praised.

He put his hand on the hilt of the sword.

Then, he let go, letting Overlord Sword King, who was left with only a head, escape without making another move.

"Cangkong..."

Jiang Ding's eyes were on the more than 30 kings who were chasing him at a high speed in the distance, and on the suave prince in the center.

The prince of Cangkong was startled.

He subconsciously paused, as if he had smelled the breath of his natural enemy.

"Cangkong,"

"I will find you again."

Jiang Ding looked deeply at the Cangkong Emperor among the more than 30 kings. He had no intention of fighting with his own strength. His figure, wrapped with ten blood dragons that had not yet been refined, slowly disappeared.

He did not make contact and left one step ahead.