Time will not stop during the battle, the sky will be red with blood, and the hall will be red with blood.
In the hundred-foot space, violent spiritual energy swept through, and it was already common for geniuses to fall.
Although the death here does not represent real death, the blood is real and shocking.
"This place belongs to me..." One person shouted, and in the blood, he climbed onto the throne, but then, a hole was opened in the space of a hundred feet, and another person came to kill him.
It was actually the person who asked Bai Xiaosheng about his ranking before - Yan Kuan.
Yan Kuan had planned the throne here for a long time, and the person occupying it at the moment had already experienced a series of bloody battles and was already a dead tree. He could even take it without any effort, so he decided to take action.
"Brother Yan, be careful." Tie Wu cheered for Yan Kuan from behind.
Yan Kuan opened the way with his fist and directly attacked and killed this person.
The blood dyed the throne red, but there seemed to be an inexplicable attraction on the throne that made him unable to abandon it, and he would not retreat even if he died.
"Liu Ruo, go down, you can still have another chance." Yan Kuan knew this person, and he was also a genius outside the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya.
"Go down? Just by you?" Liuruo's voice was trembling. He was exhausted from repeated battles, but for the sake of the throne, how could he give up so easily.
"Don't be ignorant of good and evil." From Yan Kuan's fist, a powerful force burst out, like a flame that was swallowed by the sky, gathering fire and shooting directly into Liu Ruo's chest.
In normal times, Yan Kuan would not dare to provoke Liu Ruo no matter what. His strength made him look up to him, but it was different now. After successive battles, Liu Ruo had already run out of gas.
"Well done." During the long roar, Liuruo's heart was extremely firm. It seemed that the throne already belonged to him. The royal aura in his body began to echo with the throne, and a special white air flow connected him.
However, how could Yan Kuan let him get what he wanted.
With a punch, the force turned into flames, flowing like a blazing sun, cutting off the connection between the two. He turned around and flew up, falling from the sky to kill Liuruo completely.
This is his chance. Once Liuruo is given a chance to recover, he will never get another chance.
And on this throne, there is a chance to recover, which is why Yan Kuan desperately tried to stop Liu Ruo.
"You'd better go ahead." Yan Kuan punched again, pressing down from Changtian, so that this punch was enough to kill Liu Ruo.
"Unwilling..." Liu Ruonen's eyes were about to burst with blood, but as a cultivator and a proud genius, it didn't matter if he was unwilling. His opponent couldn't hold back because of it.
Yan Kuan at this moment is an example.
"Ah!" He let out a long roar, trying with all his strength to break away from the pressing fist, but could he be blocked?
He was already close to the end, especially since his own strength was already at a loss. How could he possibly be able to stop him?
A desperate fight.
There is only one way left for Liu Ruo.
Push your own potential and let yourself explode in desperate situations.
But in a desperate situation, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and the only thing you can do is squeeze your own potential.
His eyes were blood red, and he seemed to be soaring to the sky. At this moment, he could no longer expect to recover from the throne. Only by taking it down in one fell swoop could he solve the current predicament.
"Rising Dragon Way." Liuruo had no choice but to use the secret method. This was also his last trump card. He could use 50% of his power in a desperate situation.
Fifty percent of the power may seem insignificant in normal times, but at this moment, this is Liu Ruo's only life-saving straw.
The power hits his body again. Although it is much weaker, it is still considerable power in Liuruo's desperate situation.
"Unexpectedly, you actually have a trump card." Yan Kuan was surprised, but the hot light above his fist did not stop at all.
"Shenglong Fist." Like a fierce dragon, Liuruo's whole body burst into flames, trying to shatter the sky.
Rumble…
The hundred-foot space began to tremble, and the flames were so dazzling that it was impossible to look straight at them.
Outside the space, Tie Wu watched the battle and had a new understanding of Liu Ruo's strength. This person was a casual cultivator, but he was very strong. It's breathtaking. If it weren't for his continuous fighting, Yan Kuan really wouldn't be his opponent.
"It's a pity that it consumes too much after all..."
The two fists collided, and the aftermath rippled and spread in all directions.
"puff……"
Even Yan Kuan's figure was shaking, unable to balance and falling from a high altitude.
But Liu Ruo was even worse. His long gown was in shreds all over his body, and blood kept flowing along his legs, staining a large area red.
"Let's get out." Yan Kuan didn't give any chance, and with a lunge, he slashed across with his palm knife.
"I give up..." Liuruo finally gave up and lowered his proud head at the last moment.
"Go ahead." Yan Kuan restrained his sword and did not kill him. A gentle force sent Liu Ruo out of the space.
"You are a man..." Yan Kuan admired Liuruo from the bottom of his heart. Liuruo had fought with others for nearly ten times just now. Everyone's strength should not be underestimated, but every time Liuruo fought, he was just He seriously injured his opponent without killing him.
The cause is tomorrow, the effect is today.
Liu Ruo’s good causes have sown good fruits.
Yan Kuan believes that Liuruo's strength will make a comeback soon, and by then, he will definitely have a place on the throne.
On the other side, injuries began to appear on Yang Ning's body, but his fighting spirit never stopped.
Especially on the Killing Sword, the blood is even brighter red. It seems that only by constantly soaking in blood can this sword truly grow.
Yang Ning has picked seven thrones in a row.
At this moment, we are starting to move towards the eighth throne.
"Yang Ning, you..." Qiang Rong was shocked by Yang Ning's aura, but he still wanted to remind him kindly. After all, he had fought seven times, which was a big drain on Yang Ning.
"Senior Brother Qiang Rong, are you okay?" Yang Ning's eyes were fierce, but in the face of an acquaintance, he still did not have an attack.
"Take a rest." Qiang Rong had already seen that Yang Ning's aura began to become disordered.
"It doesn't matter." Yang Ning broke through the hundred-foot space.
"Yang Ning, you are arrogant." He unexpectedly met an acquaintance here - Xiang Heng.
It turned out that Xiang Heng was not willing to be defeated by Yang Ning, so he directly occupied the throne here. Seeing that the opponent was so fierce, he actually wanted to fight from the last throne to the first throne step by step. He had already fought seven games in Yang Ning. After that, he met Yang Ning again.
This time, Xiang Heng believed that he could definitely kill Yang Ning.
"It turns out it's you, you're so stubborn." Yang Ning put her hand on the hilt of the sword.
"At this moment, you have consumed too much, how can you fight with me?" A green moon appeared on Xiang Heng's body, and it actually began to feel like one with Xiang Heng.
"No wonder you are so courageous. It turned out to be a breakthrough..." Yang Ning has begun to secretly gather momentum. At this moment, Xiang Heng is indeed much stronger than before, but Yang Ning's heart has been affected by the killing sword. Even if the world is in front of him, Still fearless.
Swordsmen cultivate their minds, but Yang Ning's heart at this moment is as cold as steel. There is nothing and no one that can't be solved with one sword. If not, then use two swords.
"Have you made a breakthrough?" Xiang Heng held the Qingyue double-edged sword in his hand, spitting out the sharp edge and said: "At this moment, I have merged with Qingyue. Although I cannot kill you, defeating you is no longer a problem." Heng is full of confidence.
"Defeat me?" Yang Ning snorted, eyes gleaming, and said: "You are a tragedy after all."
Clang!
The sword is unsheathed.
No one moved.
But the color of the sky has changed.
The blood color is slightly cool, but colder than the green moon.
The art of sword drawing.
Stack twenty lines.
"You..." Xiang Heng didn't expect that Yang Ning would take action as soon as he said it, with one strike and one blow, even more than before.
In fact, Yang Ning can't be blamed for this. The momentum has been condensed enough. If he doesn't release it, he will be the one who will bite back.
Therefore, Yang Ning took action.
Sword light and blood descend.
"Qingyue - defense." In Xiang Heng's panic, Qingyue's double-edged sword waved out its sword intent and wrapped itself up. Even though he already had the Qingyue Dharma, Xiang Heng did not dare to guarantee that he could stop this attack. A sword.
Xiang Heng's intuition was right.
Unfortunately, this sword is still too strong after all.
Xiang Heng was frightened again.
boom!
The sword intent instantly disintegrated.
boom!
The Qingyue double-edged sword was disrupted and flew out of the Dharma Appearance.
"No..." Xiang Heng didn't believe it at all. He had tried his best to defend, but he didn't expect that he was still unable to resist. He had lost the Qingyue double-edged sword, how could he block this sword with only the Qingyue Dharma.
The two-fist seals are constantly being played, and only by continuously strengthening the Dharma can this have a chance.
This is also his only chance.
But can it be achieved?
Blood is approaching, and the entire space has been filled with blood, becoming a world of swords.
"Broken." Yang Ning roared.
Power penetrates.
A little bit of coldness came over me.
Xiang Heng felt a sense of oppression.
However, don't give up.
Ding!
Killing the Sword encountered an obstacle.
But, immediately afterwards, there was an incredible scene.
"This...no..."
laugh!
"How...how...possible?"
Xiang Heng's voice stopped abruptly.
His throat was sealed with a sword.
The Qingyue Dharma form behind Xiang Heng also shattered.
Even the connection between Xiang Heng and the throne was severed.
"I've already said, you are a tragedy." Yang Ning didn't even look at the throne, and then a bloody light bloomed above the killing sword.
"No..." Xiang Heng died completely.
The soul twisting technique was used mercilessly to kill Xiang Heng completely.
"Qingyue Sect, between you and me, there will be no end until death." Yang Ning's heart did not have any waves.
Stepping out of a hundred feet of space, the target landed on the next throne.
"Do you really want to challenge each other?" Qiang Rong asked again.
Yang Ning nodded.
"You...you're crazy..." Qiang Rong's mouth opened into an "O" shape.
"It doesn't matter." Yang Ning was calm in her heart and did not have any fluctuations due to her madness. "I want to hone my sword skills." Yang Ning's body was filled with swords.
Yang Ning opened a hundred feet of space with a finger.
The ninth throne.
Yang Pi and Qing Zhen have exchanged nearly five hundred moves, but Qing Zhen's strength still makes Yang Pi feel oppressed.
Especially his appearance is like a starry sky. No matter how much he slashes it with his own power, it is like a mud cow sinking into the sea, unable to even make any waves.
But every time the Chongjun sword was swung, Qingzhen was sweating profusely. By this time, signs of exhaustion were beginning to appear.
"The second true disciple of Qingyue Sect, he is well-deserved." Yang Pi's eyes became even colder.
"I will make you taste despair." Yang Pi's sword light became more fierce.
"Despair? Just rely on your natural sword bones?" Although Qingzhen appeared to be exhausted, Qingzhen believed that Yang Pi was not much better.
"Born with sword bones?" Yang Pi's eyes suddenly condensed and he said: "Born with sword bones, I only regard him as a passer-by on my journey, and my heart is as sharp as a knife."
Yang Pi turned into a black light, merged with Chongjun, and shot directly at the Qingyue Dharma.
"The Dharma of Qingyue is indestructible." Qingzhen roared angrily, never expecting that Yang Pi's sword was so powerful. Even he himself could only be defeated and had no time to attack.
If this continues, it will be impossible for him to defeat him.
However, facing a sword that was heavier than ten thousand jun, he was unable to resist head-on.
Could it be that he is so depressed that he leads to failure? Qingzhen is unwilling to accept it.
"The revenge of one sword must be paid with life." Yang Pi's sword light finally revealed his murderous intention.
The swordsman is lonely and cold.
Traveling alone for thousands of miles is the most dangerous thing.
Between the opening and closing, the heavy gun struck Qingyue Dharma.
Ding!
A crisp sound echoed, and the entire hundred-foot space heaved up and down, but it was soon smoothed away by a stream of light.
No one knows what kind of power the Fengwang Palace is, but it is mysterious yet exposed to the public.
