Journey to the West: Writing Ten Thousand Worlds

This smile made Fu Hongxue inexplicable, and she only felt that her hair stood up.

The demon in front of you is very strong!

He Fu Hongxue. Perhaps he picked the wrong opponent, but the dignity of the warrior did not allow him to retreat in the slightest.

“This knife, called the Soul Chasing Death Knife, accompanied me until now in the era of Feng Shen, and it has not drunk blood for a long time!”

The yellow-robed monster raised the knife, it emitted an extremely amazing fluctuation, and the aura was terrifying and terrifying.

It is actually the peak of the Golden Immortal, a half-step Taiyi powerhouse.

“Blood knife!”

Fu Hongxue also raised the knife, and he reported the name of the knife.

It turned out that this knife looked so dark because the knife was soaked in a pool of bright red blood before it was born, and the black was the dark red of blood precipitation, symbolizing death.

The yellow robe monster came out of the knife, this time by him preemptively, this knife is murderous, a knife cut out, the knife qi is like the sea, rolling up ten thousand waves, as if it can extinguish the galaxy, extremely terrifying.

Fu Hongxue stood tall in the wind, and he watched so quietly, watching the man take out the knife, and seeing the blade add to his body, his hand holding the knife became tighter and tighter.

The knife qi cut off his hair, the blade on the tip of the knife broke through his body, and hot blood was gushing out, but Fu Hongxue smiled inexplicably.

“If there is a knife, there is someone, and if someone has a knife, I am a knife!”

At this moment, Fu Hongxue sublimated again above the Dao, and he also took out the knife.

A layer of red light spread out under the tip of the blood knife, like a layer of not very rich blood mist spreading in the air, spreading around, slowly covering a small world.

That blood mist was nothing else, but a condensation of various kinds of blood.

The blood of the guards, even his own blood, under the pull of the blood knife, turned into a small stream of blood, the size of a thumb, like a red line, flowing into the air and condensing on the blood knife.

At this moment, the red light on the body of the blood knife was vibrating, red and brilliant!

The knife, cut out, the enchanting knife rushed to the sky, as if to cut off the universe, it blocked all the sword waves, the only silence in heaven and earth, it became the only one.

With a bang, the battle between knives and knives, the collision between Dao and Dao, was violent, and the brilliant knife qi swept this place, turning a hundred miles into a knife prison.

“Impossible! This is impossible, you are not a mere immortal, you are just a small immortal! ”

The yellow-robed monster let out a mournful roar, its flesh was beheaded on the spot, and only Yuanshen escaped by chance, turning into a golden villain and floating in the air.

If the first knife was that he was too talkative, then this second knife completely shattered his pride.

His so-called sword technique and sword path are completely unbearable in the eyes of others, and his strength is only strong in the realm, and nothing else!

“Practice the sword, know the knife, love the knife, cherish the knife, and be sincere with the knife (Dao) in order to have such an amazing knife!”

“Kuimu Wolf is not unjustly defeated, I wait for the cultivation to act as an immortal life, and he is only for the sword (Dao)!”

“It’s a pity!”

The immortal Buddhas were all amazed, this knife was too amazing, it stunned all of them, unbelievable, this was simply the most incredible miracle.

Two swords, just two swords, a heavenly immortal actually crossed several realms to fight, and cut a strong man who had practiced for thousands of years and was half-step Taiyi under the sword.

Although it is only the physical body, this achievement is enough to shock the world and make the Immortal Buddha remember.

There is a swordsman, he is a cripple;

There is a knife, and it is called the blood knife;

That swordsman’s name is: Fu Hongxue!

“I won, your knife is not as good as mine, and your way is even worse!”

Fu Hongxue smiled contemptuously, and he stared at the knife in his hand with blood splattered, his pale face expressionless, as if there was nothing in this world worthy of his attention, and no one was worth his more glance.

“Wow!”

Suddenly a mouthful of blood spit out, Fu Hongxue’s pale cheeks suddenly turned red, but it was the image of returning light, he was going to die.

“I once heard of a sword, this sword is called: Six Dao Xuesheng Sword, and the swordsman’s name is: Point Reincarnation.”

“Its sword qi, meaning, shape, time path time demon, time demon time demon, ambiguous, but there is a strong emotion of life and death. This is the sword soul fed with the aura of life, he let the sword drink human blood, and with the blood to live and die, let the sword wield his own sword light…”

“Your knife is very similar, except that you are feeding it with your own life aura, just for this amazing knife, but, is it worth it?”

Jiang Hao slowly came from a distance, and the expression in his eyes was nothing but admiration, but endless regret.

“Is it worth it? Haha, this shouldn’t have asked me, it should have asked you, asked you. ”

“Is my knife amazing?”

The pitch-black scabbard, the pitch-black hilt, but the hand holding the knife was pale.

Dark eyes, pale face, under the sun, but pale and almost transparent.

Fu Hongxue, the hand holding the knife, was trembling.

“Amazing!” Jiang Hao said truthfully.

“Since that’s the case, that’s enough, thank you for letting you see such a wonderful world, this life, the next life!”

When the words fell, Fu Hongxue handed out the bloody knife that had never let go of the moment since he practiced the knife, and he looked at the knife with a smile and said: “I once said, the knife is in people, the knife is dead, but now, I am going to lose my words, in the future, you want to… Good…… Good…… of…”

The last murmur, as the mourning wind echoed in the sky, Fu Hongxue maintained the posture of handing the knife, and stood quietly in the sky.

Man, has been silent; Knife, still wailing!

A knife, a journey without a way back; A person, a lonely and lonely soul!

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