The blood mist in the sky, mixed with the disgusting smell of blood, filled Xi Yue's five senses. She frowned and raised her hands to cover her mouth and nose, completely unaware of where she was.
Xi Yue clearly remembered that the three of them were walking in a tunnel just now. She followed Yan Wugui, while Wei Yousi walked at the end.
The three of them were still guessing what kind of monster was in front of them. In the blink of an eye, the two of them disappeared. Could it be that they had touched some taboo?
"Yan Wugui! Young Master Wei!" Xi Yue shouted loudly to the two of them, but did not receive any reply. The silence was so uneasy that it made people feel uneasy.
Xi Yue didn't hesitate much. Instead of guessing here, it was better to take the initiative. She didn't have Yan Wugui's keen five senses and couldn't accurately identify the location in the blood mist. She could only open her spiritual consciousness to perceive her surroundings.
At the same time, the Qinglian Sword in Xi Yue's hand had been swung out, and the cold white sword light easily split the blood mist. She was so happy that she silently recited the Ten Thousand Sword Art, vowing to disperse the blood mist.
"Save your strength, little girl!" A low and hoarse voice came from behind Xi Yue. An old man in black robes stood with his hands behind his back. Although his beard and hair were all white, his back was straight. Although his eyes were half-squinted, they were still You can feel that gaze, as sharp and cold as an eagle.
"Senior, are you an enemy or a friend?" Xi Yue turned around warily and looked at the old man in black robe who suddenly appeared. She clenched her sword and prepared herself for defense, but she didn't see the old man in black robe making any move.
"They are enemies, not friends." The old man in black robe smiled contemptuously. There are probably very few people in the world who are worthy of being friends with him, and the little girl in front of him is definitely not worthy.
Xi Yue was shocked by the answer of the old man in black robe. She raised her hand and waved her long sword, shouting: "Ten thousand swords! Come out!" She saw the Qinglian sword in her hand, the sword light flashed, and in an instant, more than a thousand long swords came towards her. Cutting away the blood mist that filled the sky.
Seeing that Xi Yue was very persistent, the old man in black robe had a look of admiration on his face. In an instant, he returned to his stern look, and said with a contemptuous smile: "How stupid! The source of my blood mist is the blood of the devil. Just rely on it." This Qinglian Sword of yours is indestructible!" Xi Yue disagreed with the black-robed old man's words. Since the founding of the Cangxu Sect, it has been its mission to uphold justice, eliminate demons and defend the Tao.
Today, the person who controlled the bloodline of the demon god appeared in front of her. She must not let others underestimate her. Even if she died today, she must be worthy of the status of this disciple of the Cangxu Sect.
Xi Yue swung her long sword, and her whole body exuded a cold white sword light. She looked lonely but was actually tough and would never give up easily.
She made up her mind and said resolutely to the old man in black robe: "You devil, don't be arrogant! I am Xi Yue, a disciple of the Cangxu Sect, and I will cut off your devil bloodline today!"
"Haha!" The old man in black robe laughed wildly. He had not seen anyone with such courage in more than 20 years. This reminded him of an old friend.
At that time, that old friend was also persistent in the so-called right path and did not hesitate to betray their friendship. The old man in black robe suppressed a smile and said with great interest: "Little girl, you are very arrogant! I will play with you and make a move!" Xi Yue had already prepared the long sword, silently reciting the Cangxu sect's mental method, and The true energy all over her body gathered on the Qinglian Sword. Regardless of whether the blood mist was really the blood of the demon god, she vowed to cleanse the sky of this filthy air.
With the long sword in hand, his true energy gathered, Xi Yue rose into the air, with an elegant figure, and decisively shot: ""Cangxu Ten Thousand Swords Array"!" Qinglian Sword sensed the master's determination, and its own sword energy also developed. Variety.
I saw a water-blue sword energy flowing out of Qinglian Sword like a gentle stream of water, with the posture of breaking through earth and stone like a mountain stream.
The originally cold white sword light was gradually entangled by the aqua blue sword light. The two sword lights went from being scattered to finally merged into one body where the white and blue met. The clear and flexible sword energy was like water, and the sharp and sharp sword energy. Like ice.
Xi Yue was overjoyed. The Qinglian Sword was originally a magical weapon with multiple attributes, but it had never been activated.
Now, the water attribute has been completely activated, coupled with the original ice attribute, the blessing of dual attributes gives this sword dual power.
I saw that the dual-attribute sword energy followed the trend of the sword light and instantly turned into ten thousand long swords, forming a whirlpool sword formation like a dragon absorbing water, spreading throughout the fantasy space.
"Break!" Xi Yue concentrated her energy and concentrated her true energy on the Qinglian Sword with all her strength, driving the vortex sword formation, and was about to break through the blood mist in the sky.
"Twin sword energy? It's interesting. I will play with you today." The old man in black robe flicked his sleeves, revealing a pair of withered hands, and slowly opened his slightly closed eyes, with a glint of light shining in his cold eyes. No one made him take it seriously anymore.
He slowly stretched out a finger and gathered the blood-colored demonic energy in his body on his fingertips. Just when he was about to make a move, he suddenly felt a strong demonic energy being drawn away from his body, and the demonic heart in his body continued to move. twitching,
He spat out a mouthful of demon blood with a "poof" sound.
"You Yan Wugui! You actually killed the clone of me!" The old man in black robe was furious and gnashed his teeth and cursed. He waved his sleeve to drive away the blood mist, actually breaking the illusion.
The blood mist in the sky dispersed, and Xi Yue clearly saw that Yan Wugui was covered in scars, kneeling on one knee and barely supporting his body with the Flame Sky Blade to prevent himself from falling down.
And the young master of the Demon Sect, Wei Yousi, had collapsed motionless on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead...
"Brother Yan, how are you?" Xi Yue ran over in a panic and tried to help Yan Wugui up, but Yan Wugui's injuries were too severe. Even if Xi Yue supported his body, he could not stand up again.
"Yue'er, just hope you're okay, I'm afraid..." Yan Wugui's eyes darkened, preparing to say his final farewell to Xi Yue.
but
Before he could say the four words "bad luck, bad luck", Xi Yue had already stuffed the elixir into his mouth.
"It's okay, we will be fine." With tears in her eyes, Xi Yue helped Yan Wugui to Wei Yousi's side, let him sit down against the stone wall, and turned around to check on Wei Yousi's condition.
Xi Yue's fingers trembled slightly and she reached under Wei Yousi's nose. When she felt Wei Yousi's weak breath, her grief eased a little. She forced out an ugly smile and comforted Yan Wugui: "Brother Yan, don't worry, Young Master Wei is just He lost too much blood and fainted, so I gave him a hemostatic pill."
"Very good, Yue'er still needs to protect me." Yan Wugui closed his eyes feebly. The fact that Wei Yousi was still alive once again ignited his desire to survive. Now that Xi Yue was protecting him, he could finally adjust his breathing with confidence.
Xi Yue set up a defensive formation for the two of them and got up to go find the devil to settle the score. As soon as she turned around, she saw that the devil had already arrived in front of them.
"If you want to touch them, go through me first!" Xi Yue raised her sword to her chest. Although she didn't know how long she could survive, since the three of them came together, they must go back together. There was absolutely no reason to live alone.
The old man in black robe smiled contemptuously and ignored Xi Yue. His low and hoarse voice was full of killing intent and said: "Yan Wugui! Aren't you very capable? Kill my clone, what can you do to me? Hahaha! "The provocative words of the old man in black robes echoed in the cave. He could no longer suppress the resentment in his heart and wanted to fight Yan Wugui until death.
Although the red mist was his clone, it had been with him in this dark cave for more than twenty years and had already become a part of his body.
Today, Yan Wugui will kill him if he says so. How can he bear this! I saw that the demonic aura around the black-robed old man gradually gathered in his withered hands, a cold smile appeared on his face, and the powerful killing aura made people almost suffocate.
Xi Yue stared closely at the demon's scarlet bloody hands, and saw the blood mist in his hands turning into pulp, gradually forming two scarlet blood swords. The bloody scene was extremely gruesome.
"What kind of skill is this?" Xi Yue opened her eyes wide in horror and took a step back subconsciously.
"This is the most difficult "Demon Blood Technique" to practice in the Demon Sect. There are only a few in the Demon Sect who can achieve the state of transforming into blood." Yan Wugui frowned. The old man in black robe in front of him had unfathomable cultivation. Who is he?
"Demon Blood Kung Fu" has three realms. The first realm is refining blood and entraining qi. Once you reach this realm, you can use your own blood as a guide to condense the blood and qi of the outside world and turn it into a sky full of blood mist. The second realm is to draw qi and transform it into form. Once you reach this state, you can turn your blood energy into pulp, and condense the plasma to form a long sword, or your most convenient weapon, then you will have real killing intent.
As long as this skill is cultivated to the second level of Great Perfection, one can reach the level of the golden elixir stage. The third level is a supreme skill that can only be encountered but will not last long. Yan Wugui, as a protector of the Demon Sect, has never heard of it.
In the Demon Sect, there are almost no people who practice the "Demon Blood Technique". Not only are there few secret scrolls recording this technique, but another important reason is that the Blood Demon Qi in Moying Mountain is scarce.
Cultivators have to endure the pain of bloodthirsty all year round. This is why the Demon Lord of the Demon Sect has
The title of "Bloodthirsty Demon Lord". The old man in black robe controlled the Qi-Blood Demonic Sword, walked slowly towards the three of them, and gave Xi Yue an ultimatum: "Little girl, I see that you are a disciple of the Cangxu Sect, so I can let you go, but the surname Yan’s boy must die!”
"You agreed to fight me. Are you afraid of my Qinglian Sword, or are you afraid of the reputation of my Cangxu Sect?" Xi Yue's words were full of provocation. She couldn't back down. For the three of them, shrinking would only lead to death. One piece.
Just then Xi Yue checked the injuries of the two people. Wei Yousi was seriously injured. Even after taking the pill, he could barely save his life. However, Yan Wugui's condition was not too bad. All the injuries he suffered were skin injuries and he collapsed. It's just that the spiritual energy is exhausted.
Yan Wugui has taken the elixir to replenish his energy. If he can regulate his breathing for a while, he can fight alongside her.
Therefore, delaying time is the most important thing right now, and she must try her best to buy more time for Yan Wugui.
The black-robed old man's anger dropped instead of rising. He had long seen that Xi Yue's irritation to him was to buy Yan Wugui some breathing time, but he didn't seem to care.
Compared to Yan Wugui's death, he was more interested in Xi Yue's words. The old man in black robe retracted the blood sword without hesitation, crossed his arms on his chest, and laughed softly: "Haha, the swordsmanship of your Cangxu sect cannot deal with me! If Qin Ruhai comes, he can fight with me. That's right." Xi Yue frowned slightly, Qin Ruhai was the real name of his senior brother Xuhai Zhenren, and he had never used it twenty years ago when Zhenren Xuhai was promoted to an inner disciple.
The disciples of the sect are only known by their six brothers. This person is far away in the Valley of Fallen Demons. How could he know about it?
"How do seniors know the name of my senior brother?" Xi Yue was puzzled. Judging from this man's age, he must be in his eighties. His senior brother Xuhai is only forty-five or sixty-six years old!
There is a whole generation difference between the two of them. Could it be that they were the seniors that the senior brother had befriended before he became an inner disciple? However, monks in the golden elixir stage can change their appearance. A man in his forties pretending to be an old man in his eighties is also a way of concealing his identity...
