This Eight-sided Han Sword can be traced back to an adventure that Taoist Sancai had a few decades ago. Thinking about it now, he still finds it strange and bizarre. He can’t even figure out why this Eight-sided Han Sword appeared in his hand.
All this is still a mystery to Sancai Taoist himself!
However, this is not important, the result is the most important.
This sword was not easy for Taoist Sancai. He was more than ten years older at this time. This sword did not use magic power, but a sacrificial life.
Although it consumed a lot, the results achieved were also remarkable.
After one blow, only half of the giant transformed by Zhao Lei was left, and its strength was greatly reduced.
But even though he lost his lower body, the giant, supported by the blood mist, rushed towards the Sancai Taoist.
This sword has already killed half of the giant's life. If he strikes again, he will go to the west immediately, so Zhao Lei doesn't want to give Taoist Sancai a chance to swing the next sword.
However, the giant who had lost his lower body was not slow even though he was lifted up by the blood mist, but it was still much inferior to before. Zhao Lei could only watch the Sancai Taoist swipe his sword again.
There was nothing he could do to stop him. The knife passed through the air. Zhao Lei placed the Devouring Immortal in front of him in an attempt to block it.
Then his vision went dark, and a blood line drew downward from Zhao Lei's eyebrows, and the huge giant was divided into two halves.
With just two swords, the giant transformed by the endless blood fell down, but with the Devouring Immortal blocking him in front of him, it was not completely ineffective.
At the last moment, Zhao Lei transformed into a burst of smoke and escaped from the giant. All the Ouchi guards were wiped out with one or two swords.
The smoke that emerged from the giant finally fell in front of the Sancai Taoist, and gradually solidified into the appearance of Zhao Lei.
Of course, Zhao Lei was not completely unscathed. Transforming into a giant was very taxing on him. Not only did he have to endure the erosion of those Yin soldiers and the strong Yin energy all the time, but he also had to suffer the damage to his soul from the blood mist and murderous aura.
Now Zhao Lei's brain was throbbing with pain, which was a sign that his soul was damaged.
But even though his mind was uncomfortable, Zhao Lei still took the Devouring Immortal and killed the Sancai Taoist at the moment when the illusion solidified.
If the soul is damaged, that will happen in the future. If Sancai Taoist is not dealt with now, there will be no future.
The Sancai Taoist who swung the second sword has reached the end of his life. He has not much life left. If he does not break through the foundation, it will probably be seven or eight years.
Zhao Lei, who was dizzy and had blurry eyes, staggered forward to kill.
This was only a distance of two or three feet, and Zhao Lei was running extremely hard. He seemed to fall down at any time.
Finally, Zhao Lei came to Taoist Sancai. He held the knife in both hands and pointed the tip of the knife directly at Taoist Sancai's heart. With just a few inches, he would be able to stab the Immortal Devourer, who is as sharp as clay and as bloodthirsty as demons. Enter the chest of the enemy in front of you.
So it's all over.
But even with this short distance, Zhao Lei couldn't do it.
Because Taoist Sancai wielded his sword again.
I saw him bite the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood on the sword of the Eight-faced Han Sword. After the blood on it was stained with the blood, it began to turn red and hot. Even the blade of the sword couldn't withstand the heat. Trembling.
At this last step, he waved!
"Hahaha! You thief, I want you to die!"
Sancai Taoist's hysterical laughter echoed between heaven and earth, but this laughter could not take away the light released by the blood stains of the Eight-sided Han Sword.
Zhao Lei, the Devouring Immortal, was standing in front of him. He was outputting his magic power as if desperately, and he retreated violently. The Devouring Immortal also knew that this was a critical moment, and the sea of blood was pouring out one after another.
Click!
A crack appeared on the sword body of Devouring Immortals, but even so, it was still not blocked. The entire sea of blood was split into two halves out of thin air, and the blade was very smooth, just like a smooth mirror.
At the last critical moment, a simple and sad aura spurted out from the damaged sword of the Devouring Immortal, and a lot of people could be vaguely seen inside.
Birth, old age, illness and death, weddings and funerals, this short scene covers their entire lives.
There is also a piece of ancient land, which is also faintly visible.
The lost Jiuhua Kingdom just appeared like this, and they stood in front of Zhao Lei. Facing this knife, everyone in the picture suddenly stopped what they were doing, and turned their heads in a strange way. Staring at the knife.
Sancai Taoist only swung down half of his sword, but he could no longer press the sword down, as if there were countless people holding his hand.
The old bloodstains on the Eight-faced Han Sword were extremely shiny at this time, and even the blade began to turn red and melt.
Seeing this scene, Taoist Sancai understood that the most critical moment had come, and he spurted another mouthful of blood on the Eight-sided Han Sword.
Under the stimulation of the blood, the Eight-sided Han Sword was trembling, but it was gradually suppressed by the Sancai Taoist.
And those pictures began to fluctuate, and the figures inside began to blur.
Even the ancient earth was shattered under this sword.
In the end, the sword fell completely, and the transformed Jiuhua Kingdom also ceased to exist.
Zhao Lei, who was behind the projection of Jiuhua Kingdom, was knocked straight away by the impact. His whole body was like a leaky blood bag, leaving only a bloody patch in the air.
After swiping the sword, Sancai Taoist also lost consciousness and fell backwards. He was caught in mid-air by Bi Shui and Crow, who finally wrapped him up and flew away from Pingyang City.
Zhao Lei fell from the sky and fell to the ground. At this moment, he received a violent impact, and finally passed out in a blur.
After an unknown amount of time, the sky was filled with stars. The sword of the Immortal Devourer lying next to Zhao Lei trembled slightly.
After about a stick of incense, the sword suddenly stood upright, and a cloud of blood mist was released from the sword, wrapping Zhao Lei.
Then it shot straight into the sky, and finally disappeared into the endless night.
But outside the city, the sounds of fighting in Pingyang City were heard to have disappeared, and a few scattered people braved their way into the city.
When they saw a cloud of blood mist rising into the sky accompanied by a red light, they were so frightened that they fell to the ground. Many people knelt on the ground and kept praying.
In an instant, the bloody light disappeared. It took them a long time before they dared to raise their heads again. After seeing that everything was safe and sound, they searched for some valuable objects in the ruins in twos and threes.
Sometimes when they encounter something valuable, they will beat each other, just to fight for the gold and silver scattered on the ground.
Of course, there are more people sitting on the ground, looking at their former homes that have been turned into ruins, crying without tears, and feeling lost.
