I seized the Demon Emperor

After being severely injured by the Little Sword Immortal, Wang Di laughed heartily after the initial shock: "Isn't this good? Why do you have to hold yourself back? This is you!"

The Little Sword Immortal looked at the laughing Wang Di, expressionless, and said calmly: "Lead the way."

"Okay, no problem." After being seriously injured, Wang Di was a little weak, but his expression was relaxed. After simply treating his injuries, he set off again with the Little Sword Immortal.

The two sword lights flew away together.

After a while, a group of purple air appeared in the place just now. There was a sloppy Taoist in the purple air, looking at the direction where the two sword lights disappeared.

The situation of the Little Sword Immortal was very unstable.

Although there was no suspense about Wang Di's victory over the 16th realm, his sword intent had violated the Tianhe inheritance.

At this moment, his strength was weaker than last year.

Not only was it weaker than the battle between Tianhe and Xuehe last year, it even felt worse than the battle of Zhengyang City.

However, compared with last year, his attack was much more ruthless...

Chen Luoyang looked into the distance through the perspective of Banhai Daoren's clone, and pondered in his heart.

The efforts of Tianhe Old Sword Immortal in the past year seem to have little effect.

The young sword immortal Shen Tianzhao, the former first swordsman of the young generation in the mortal world and the most outstanding successor of Tianhe, is now standing at such a critical crossroads.

It is no wonder that the old sword immortal went to the wilderness and the Eastern Zhou Dynasty was disturbed by Yanran Mountain, and the young sword immortal immediately got into trouble.

From a certain perspective, the person who knows the young sword immortal best is indeed Wang Di.

He has a deeper understanding of the young sword immortal's mentality than other people in Tianhe.

Or it should be said that the importance of Madam Dulong in the mind of the young sword immortal has been underestimated by many people.

However, there is a problem. He already knows that both the Blood River Ancestor and the current Wang Di are plotting against him. Even if the Little Sword Immortal values ​​Madam Poison Dragon, he will naturally feel bad for the Blood River in his heart...

While thinking, Chen Luoyang urged his clone, Half Sea Taoist, to catch up.

In the distance, two sword lights, one from the Sky River and the other from the Blood River, crossed the sea and came to a sea area.

The Little Sword Immortal and Wang Di stopped in mid-air.

"Is it here?" The Little Sword Immortal asked Wang Di while sensing the distant sea area.

In his perception, someone was fighting in the distance, and the battle was fierce.

Wang Di, who was standing next to him, looked pale but relaxed: "It's right here, but it seems someone came to our door first. Fortunately, we arrived in time, otherwise even if Madam Poison Dragon was safe and sound, the people of Yanran Mountain would definitely move her away."

He took out a jade pendant, which was flashing with light: "The jade pendant is not broken, which means that Madam Poison Dragon is fine at the moment, but the war is fierce and dangerous. The longer it delays, the more danger it will cause."

The little sword fairy took the jade pendant from Wang Di.

The jade pendant flashed with a bright light, vaguely generating a sense of connection with a point in the distant sea.

In the light, the figure of an old woman appeared, it was Madam Poison Dragon.

The little sword fairy's eyes suddenly condensed.

Wang Di looked at the distant sea and smiled: "The other side seems to have a master of the 17th realm, but he doesn't look like someone from Tianhe. He may be under the rule of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty."

He turned back to look at the little sword fairy: "It shouldn't be difficult for you, but have you thought about what to do after saving people?

Although Elder Yun is seriously injured, if he comes, you can't do anything."

"Don't worry about it." The little sword fairy took a deep breath and put away the jade pendant.

Wang Di smiled and said: "It's good that you have an idea. In this case, I'll leave first, so as not to be cleared out by Elder Yun."

After that, he turned and left.

But a magnificent sword light crossed the sky, like the Milky Way, and directly cut Wang Di's body in half!

How could Wang Di, who was already seriously injured, resist such a fierce sword? His body was immediately cut into two pieces.

The little sword fairy Shen Tianzhao, who took action, still had no expression on his face.

However, after succeeding, he frowned instead.

I saw Wang Di, who was cut into two pieces in front of me, and his two broken bodies suddenly turned into black blood, which seemed to be unreal and illusory. It actually went against the sword light of the little sword fairy like a river in the sky and flowed back upwards, soaking the bright sword light.

The little sword fairy was shocked.

However, as he put away his sword, the blood that polluted his sword light and sword intention flowed back more violently, and in an instant, his right hand was dyed black and purple.

All kinds of negative emotions such as irritability, gloom, viciousness, and bloodthirstiness all surged into the little sword fairy's heart at once, making him, who was already extremely depressed, even more anxious and furious.

He barely stabilized his mind and made a quick decision in an instant.

He directly cut off his right hand with a sword with his left hand.

The right arm that had been dyed black by blood was cut off, and the little sword fairy's mind regained a moment of clarity.

But this clarity was fleeting.

There was still black blood flowing out from the wound of his broken arm, quickly spreading to his whole body.

The manic and bloodthirsty killing intent made the little sword immortal want to destroy and slaughter everything in front of him.

After all, his foundation was deep, and he forced himself to stabilize his mind and suppress the killing intent in his heart.

"... Blood River Ancestor?!"

The little sword immortal had a lot of experience and instantly figured out that this was not a method that Wang Di could have, but the work of Blood River Ancestor.

But Blood River Ancestor had fallen at the time, and even if the Blood Phoenix Reincarnation Art was superb, he should not have had a chance to revive. He could not hide it from the Queen, the old sword immortal and others.

The little sword immortal stared and saw a strange crystal stone emerging from the pool of blood that Wang Di's body had turned into.

From the crystal stone, Wang Di's voice came out again.

"This is indeed the method that Blood River Ancestor secretly buried in my body during the decisive battle. It was to wait for the moment when you kill me, pollute your sword intent, and turn the Sky River into a Blood River. Unfortunately, it was not used at that time, and Blood River Ancestor himself died instead."

Wang Di smiled and said, "This time I got help from another expert to create this fake body, but the gift that Blood River Ancestor left for you is still given to you specifically."

The little sword fairy looked up to the sky and howled, full of anger and murderous intent.

The distant Sky River surrounding his body began to become dark and gloomy, and gradually turned into blood color.

The undulating stars in the Sky River, shining brightly, also faintly turned into blood light.

"The more angry and hateful you are, the more you will accept this gift from Blood River Ancestor." Wang Di's chuckle came from the crystal stone: "Or it should be said that the more you look like the Blood Sky River, the founder of the Blood River."

The little sword fairy exhaled a long breath, his eyes cold.

He began to flash with a cold and dark blood light, and his murderous intent soared into the sky.

"The Sky River turns into a Blood River, so what?" The little sword fairy Shen Tianzhao said coldly: "I will use the Blood River Sword to kill the Blood River, including you, and see how many lives you have for me to kill."

Wang Di laughed even louder: "Whatever you want! I am not the Blood River Patriarch, what does it have to do with me whether the Blood River is destroyed or not?

As for you wanting to kill me, you can do it at any time, but you should first take care of Madam Poison Dragon, she is in danger now."

Shen Tianzhao's face was grim, no more words, turned around and flew towards the sea where the battle was going on in the distance.

Before leaving, he casually chopped the crystal stone with a sword.

The sword light was like blood.

After a while, Chen Luoyang's clone Banhai Daoren appeared here, looking at the blood light in the distance.

He understood Wang Di's plan a little bit.

Last year, it was the Blood River Patriarch who had been planning for a long time to catch Shen Tianzhao off guard.

This year, Shen Tianzhao was mentally prepared. Whether he would rebel against Tianhe was another matter. It depended on the situation of Madam Dulong, but he hated Xuehe to the core.

Even if he rebelled against Tianhe, he would not join Xuehe.

The original plan of the Xuehe ancestor to subdue him as his successor had failed.

But Wang Di didn't care much about it.

On the contrary, he planned to repeatedly rub against Shen Tianzhao's bottom line and "help" Shen Tianzhao rebel against Tianhe.

This time was just the beginning.

While Chen Luoyang was thinking, he checked Wang Di's information through the white jade bottle in his mind.

At the same time, the clone of Banhai Daoren continued to stare at Shen Tianzhao.

In the distant sea, the warriors of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty were fighting with the warriors of Yanran Mountain.

The warriors of Yanran Mountain were originally entrusted by Wang Di to take care of Madam Dulong temporarily.

As a result, the warriors of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty found this place, and a war broke out between the two sides.

When the warriors of Yanran Mountain felt that they were defeated, blood suddenly fell from the sky.

The Yanran Mountain in the North Sea has always been on good terms with the Blood River. Seeing such a pure Blood River sword art and feeling the profound cultivation of the people, the people of Yanran Mountain could not help but be overjoyed.

And the people of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty were all shocked.

However, when this blood river fell, it first attacked the descendants of Yanran Mountain!

Where the fierce and violent sword light flowed, blood immediately flowed into a river, dyeing the sea red.

Most of the people in Yanran Mountain were killed before they could resist.

A Yanran Mountain elder of the 17th realm was shocked, looking at Shen Tianzhao in front of him, who was covered in blood and his white clothes had turned into blood clothes.

Before he could answer, Shen Tianzhao's fierce sword had already slashed over.

This Yanran Mountain elder subconsciously wanted to grab an old woman next to him as a hostage, but after contacting Shen Tianzhao's blood-red eyes, he immediately retracted his hand and fled in embarrassment.

Shen Tianzhao grabbed the old woman.

The old woman stared at him blankly.

Shen Tianzhao took a deep breath and tried to speak. He opened his mouth but got stuck there and made no sound.

The people of Dongzhou were in doubt.

The young man in front of them was not unfamiliar to them.

But now, with the same facial features, they looked like two completely different people.

The purple-clothed old man who was the leader of the Dongzhou camp tilted his head slightly and asked the people around him in a low voice: "Are you sure he is Shen Tianzhao, the 'Sky River Sword'? Although I have seen the portrait, he looks like this now..."

The Dongzhou warrior beside him was also hesitant: "It should be the Little Sword Immortal, but the 'Sky River Sword' is..."

The purple-clothed old man pondered for a moment, then bowed and said: "Friend Shen..."

His voice seemed to alarm Shen Tianzhao.

The blood-clothed young man suddenly turned his head, and wherever his eyes went, everyone in Dongzhou felt cold all over.

The fierce sword energy and murderous intent, no matter how you look at it, it is the direct descendant of the Blood River, the God of Killing in the World.

Shen Tianzhao took a deep breath, reluctantly retracted his gaze, and then left with the old woman without saying a word.

The people of Dongzhou stayed where they were, still in shock and confused.

In the distance, Chen Luoyang's clone Banhai Daoren looked from afar, thinking.