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The blood cloud tossed violently and was pulled to Wang Zhen's side. He embarked on a foraging journey like a gluttonous glutton. The Yinquan Shura was looming in the blood cloud, and the deadly magic light blade kept cutting through the blood cloud and slashing towards his body.

Wang Zhen grinned like a mad, completely ignorant, letting these terrifying devilish blades slash on his body, blood splashing on his body, and Wang Zhen actually smiled at this moment.

There was only madness left in his eye pupils, two epees in his hands danced wildly, rolling up a terrible blood-colored tornado, a storm of sword blades swept across the sky, constantly rolling the terrible blood cloud covered above into the storm, a diameter in the blink of an eye The blood-colored sword-blade tornado of thousands of feet took shape above the sky.

It shines with terrible sword light, like a meat grinder, engulfing the shadow spring Shura lurking in the cloud of blood into the blade of the storm, the dragon and the cover are like the butcher knife of the meat grinder, the shadow spring Shura The iron and stone body is as fragile as tofu in front of them.

There was a rain of flesh and blood in the sky, but before they had time to fall to the ground, they were pulled back into the **** sword storm by a violent force, and became Wang Zhen's continued strength.

Xue Shuanghua's face was slightly pale, and there was a hint of envy in his eyes. At this time, Wang Zhen was like a terrifying and never-ending killing machine. After those Yinquan Shura were killed, he would be preyed by him and become a blood sacrifice for him. Nourishment used.

As long as the Yinquan Shura and the blood cloud above the sky are still there, then Wang Zhen will use the hymn of blood to become the terminator of their lives, their last nightmare of fear.

Xue Shuanghua looked at the sword in his hand. Wang Zhen’s fighting style was not suitable for him. There were many types of swords. Wang Zhen followed the way of powerful swords. What he emphasized was the way of breaking through with all forces. Tieshan is similar, but Tieshan's swordsmanship is more domineering. Tieshan walks the way of breaking the sky. It is so powerful to break the sky with the sword.

But Xue Shuanghua thought he had no way to do it, so he chose the way of swordsmanship, and water impermanence was regarded as a coincidence, so Xue Shuanghua's swordsmanship was the way of change and the way of intention!

The mind is integrated into the sword intent, and can generate ever-changing, and his kendo is like this, just like the shape of a stegosaurus he used before, but it is a pity that the cultivation is not enough to make it fully formed, that is, it is invisible and has no rhyme. With its table.

However, after seeing Wang Zhen’s madness, he seemed to have an epiphany. He felt an indescribable power in his heart, as if there was a ray of sword light in his heart at this moment. He had never thought about the human heart. Why is there such a ray of sword light.

It is extremely weak at this moment, like a candle that may be extinguished at any time, surrounded by threats, wanting to kill it in the bud...

However, Xue Shuanghua's heart is strong. After the destruction of the family and the heavy burden of rejuvenating the family and his body, he has understood what is forbearance and responsibility. This is the fire of sword in his heart, but it illuminates his sword. A ray of dawn.

Xue Shuanghua’s body began to change. The medicinal powers that made him painful before suddenly disappeared without a trace, but his stomach made a sound like drumming. He was taken aback and immediately took out two bottles of pills. Unplug the bottle stopper and put his head up.

At this time, he found that the surging medicinal power was rushing toward his heart along his meridians. This situation seemed very dangerous. With so much medicinal power and so much energy, wouldn't it burst the heart?

However, Xue Shuanghua did not have the slightest fear in his eyes. He never regretted what he did. At this moment, his consciousness was locked in the swaying sword light. Although it was as slender as a willow leaf, a drop of everything poured into it. The energy of the heart was swallowed.

At this time Xue Shuanghua felt his heart and made a huge noise, bang! boom! boom!

The sound is like the thunder of a battle drum on the battlefield. With every beat, Xue Shuanghua will feel his strength sublimating. He feels that his breath has been changed under the violent tremor of his heart. At this moment, his whole person looks like a sword. , Pierce the sky!

Hum! ! !

Frost Han burst out of unprecedented light in his hand, and Xue Shuanghua vaguely felt that he and the sword were integrated. At this moment, a large group of Yinquan Shura, flashing crazy eyes, pounced towards him. .

Xue Shuanghua stood with his sword shaking, and his body was cold without fainting. There was a loud rumbling noise in his body again, but the sound at this moment was ten times, a hundred times, or even a thousand times the previous.

Yinquan Shura is here in a blink of an eye, their hideous and terrifying faces are in front of them, their violent veins and blood vessels are vividly visible, and their rough and huge fingers are terrible nails more than a foot in diameter.

These nails are like the sharp claws of a monster beast, and like a machete shimmering with magic light, they ruthlessly approach Xue Shuanghua to tear his belly into pieces.

However, Xue Shuanghua's eyes were very calm, even he himself felt incredible, because the number of enemies attacked this time was far more than before, and the shadow spring Shura besieged him had thousands of people, and there were even some from the Valley of Wind and Demon. The monk was waiting for the opportunity.

However, wherever his eyes went, everything was frozen, and the world centered on him began to rotate slowly, like a huge grinding disc.

The vortex reversed, and the power of the Waterfall Sword Art was second only to that of Qi swallowing mountains and rivers, but now Xue Shuanghua displayed it with a completely different feeling. In the huge vortex, faint creatures made a low roar.

Then there were huge sounds in the whirlpool. They were made of ice crystals in the whirlpool, like ice sculptures made by a cold spring. Xue Shuanghua's eyes were shining with strange light. He stood in the center of the whirlpool. In an instant, the vitality of the world around him poured into his body.

Qi swallows the mountains and rivers, the most powerful ending force among the waterfall sword arts, the two most powerful sword arts, simultaneously displayed by Xue Shuanghua, a icy vortex formed around his body.

A huge ice storm raged in all directions, covering the surrounding area of ​​nearly ten thousand meters. Thousands of Yinquan Shura, together with the cultivators of Wind Demon Valley who were waiting for an opportunity, were engulfed in a brain, the cold wind was biting and ruthless.

The Yinquan Shura involved, and those sorrowful Wind Demon Valley cultivators, suddenly found a pair of huge eye pupils looking at them in the storm. What kind of eyes were they, as if the eyes of God were shining with ruthless and indifferent light.

The ice crystals in the vortex are like scales on a giant dragon. They easily cut open the hard body of Yinquan Shura, and the cultivators of the Wind Demon Valley, even without the power to resist, were cut into pieces by the ice crystal scales. .

When the storm dissipated, everything around him returned to calm. The peak he was on was covered by thick ice crystals, and the height suddenly increased by several thousand feet, far higher than the other mountains.

Looking up to the sky, it seems that Wang Zhen is still fighting, but the place of battle has been advanced several miles from the area directly above. Although it is only a few miles, the difficulty is no different from single-handedly hitting the enemy's hinterland. .

The number of Yinquan Shura is countless. It is conceivable that if there is no sacrifice to the demon gods and no hymn of blood, what will Wang Zhen's end be? Xue Shuanghua exhales a breath of heat from his mouth, but because the surroundings are too cold, it will melt in an instant. The frost froze.

He laughed mockingly, looked at the sword in his hand, his eyes gleaming, and muttered to himself, "Finally broke through!"

As soon as the voice fell, he saw the true essence in the air around him, as if mad, poured into his body, a perfect breakthrough, no matter his state of mind or cultivation, he broke through the shackles, and he finally took a step ahead of his peers and stepped into The realm of Mahayana.

Feeling the power of good fortune in the body, feeling oneself getting stronger, this kind of feeling is really wonderful, maybe it is the excitement and excitement of him, and Shuanghan kept crying.

Such an important breakthrough made it difficult for Xue Shuanghua to calm down. Of course, this was also because his heart was extremely jubilant at this moment, and his strong heartbeat continuously transported the Mahayana blood produced by his body to every corner of his body.

Let them adapt to these new blood, so that they can transform their bodies faster, and let them adapt to their new powers. The original sword light in the heart is slowly changing.

It was constantly washed by fresh and strong blood, absorbing surging and powerful energy, and slowly turned into a small sword from a ray of sword light, but this sword was not real, it looked very illusory and misty.

At the same time, Xue Shuanghua's pupils also seemed to have a ray of sword light. He himself didn't know what it was. He only felt that his vision had widened, as if his eyes were the direction of the sword.

This should be Xue Shuanghua's kendo. There are many types of kendo, each with its own merits, and the path Xue Shuanghua walks is the path of change, water is impermanent, naturally unfettered, his heart is the heart of the sword, and his eyes are the sword eyes.

After finally taking this most critical step, Xue Shuanghua's temperament began to become distinctive. The burden on his body for a long time seemed to be lighter, his back stretched slowly, and the person looked upright~www.wuxiaspot. com~ This is the sublimation of temperament and strength. From today on, he is confident. Standing on top of most monks, like a whale taking water, the vitality of the world around him is sucked over and merged into his body.

The hunger that he had never had before filled every corner of his body. He needed energy too much at this moment, but fortunately, among the waterfall sword art, there was a style called Qi Tun Shanhe, which seemed to be right for him at this moment.

The sky roared, the weather's vitality turned into a huge funnel vortex, swallowing Xue Shuanghua, and at this moment, Wang Zhen, who was fighting in front of him, seemed to have changed. The blood cloud was disappearing at an alarming speed, as if by something. People devoured it.

An incomparably terrifying power surged around Wang Zhen, and the entire sky was full of Yinquan Shura, but most of them were corpses that were smashed by swords. They could not fall because Wang Zhen had imprisoned them. ...

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