Sou... Sou... Sou...

Xiao Yat no longer condensed the flames, but came out with a sword.

In an instant, a radius of 100 meters, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal.

The cold and sharp sword qi, densely packed, all hit the old man.

The old man didn't dodge or dodge, just stared at Xiao Yi coldly.

Countless sword qi hit him, but all of them were blocked by the layer of yin aura wrapped around him.

If the power of the Blood Devouring Bead is not exhausted for a day, it will not hurt him at all.

Xiao Yat had no choice but to try his last attempt.

This is also his last resort, if he can't use it, he can only ...

Xiao Yi thought like this, gritted his teeth, and the cold sword in his hand waved like a dance, endlessly.

So far, almost all the means that Xiao Yi can use have been used, and he still can't help the blood beads.

If he goes on like this, he will only die.

But, in fact, he still has a hole card, something that has always been the biggest hole card.

Not bad, Bingluan Sword.

It's just that the backlash is too terrifying.

That kind of extremely cold backlash was one of the few pains he could not bear.

Of course, this kind of pain, Xiao Yat doesn't care.

What he cares about is the previous experience of repeated backlash, and he remembers it vividly.

After each backlash, the injuries suffered were almost impossible to heal with pills.

The meridians in the body are full of holes, raging in a mess, and the mind is also severely damaged, and can only be slowly healed by self-cultivation.

Xiao Yat didn't have that time to get hurt, he didn't have that time to wait for his injuries to heal.

And the ancient evil weapon such as the Blood Devouring Bead is by no means light, I am afraid that even if I can destroy it and kill this old man, I will have to lose half my life.

If it is more serious, the cultivation will decline, and it is possible that you will fall short in the past half a year of hard cultivation.

If there was another way, he would never want to use the Bingluan Sword.

But if there is really no way, instead of running out of blood pill power and waiting for death, he can only fight with all his might.

Sou... Sou... Sou... Sou...

The raging sword qi bombarded for an hour.

However, the old man remained unscathed.

On the blood devouring beads, there is not much loss of strength.

The blood power contained in the Blood Devouring Bead made Xiao Yi frightened.

However, the old man was also frightened.

"After such a long period of sword qi, the aura has not weakened in the slightest. The old man stared at Xiao Yat in surprise.

"How could a mere peak of the Saint Realm have such an amazing Yuan Power. ”

Xiao Yi ignored the old man's exclamation, and held the Leng Yan sword tightly in his hand.

Then the figure flashed and slashed towards the old man.

"Blood Slash. Xiao Yi shouted violently and slashed with all his might.

This will be his last slash, his last attempt.

If it still doesn't have half an effect, you can only use the Ice Luan Sword.

Boom...

On Leng Yan's sword, the color of blood surged, and before he was about to approach the old man, the blade of the sword turned and slashed heavily on the blood-devouring bead.

"Or the same method?" the old man smiled coldly, unmoved.

"It's useless, at most for half a day, your bloody killing intent will definitely be exhausted. ”

"At that time, it will be the time when the old man will take your life and get out of trouble. ”

The cold laughter was full of pride, and there was an irrepressible killing intent when he looked at Xiao Yi.

The blood-devouring beads are still unscathed.

Xiao Yi's face was ruthless, and his mind was already connected with the Bingluan Sword in his body.

It was his last resort.

However, just as he was about to condense the Bingluan Sword and mobilize the power within...

Suddenly, on Leng Yan's sword, a burst of light flickered.

"Huh?" Xiao Yi was startled, "Sword Spirit?"

Leng Yan's sword, the sword body vibrated non-stop.

"You want to absorb these powers?" Xiao Yi's face changed.

There is a sword spirit in Leng Yan's sword, and Xiao Yi has known it for a long time.

He remembered that he had warned the Sword Spirit.

He knew that the vibration and light of the sword body were now flickering, and it was the sword spirit who was inquiring and asking for the consent of his master.

"Suck, suck me hard. Xiao Yi reacted instantly, his face was happy, and he shouted.

It was almost the moment when Xiao Yat's voice fell.

The body of Leng Yan's sword stopped shaking, but the light became more and more intense.

"Huh?" The old man, who was originally unmoved, with disdain and murderous intent on his face, suddenly changed his face.

"Absorbing the power within the Blood Eater?"

"Hmph, it's just a medium-grade holy weapon, and I can't measure myself. ”

The old man sneered, and in a thought, the blood-devouring beads shone brightly.

Blood-devouring orbs, controlled by him.

However, after more than ten seconds, the old man's face had changed greatly.

"How is it possible, the Blood Devouring Bead is no match for the absorption of a mere mid-grade holy weapon?" The old man's eyes were full of disbelief.

"Boy, get out of here. The old man finally struck for the first time.

The dry palm grabbed Xiao Yat fiercely.

Xiao Yiyi was not afraid, the sword qi in his hand condensed, and pointed out directly.

The sword finger and the dry palm collided in an instant, but they were instantly deadlocked, and they were helpless against each other.

"If there is no blood-devouring bead, I need not fear you. Xiao Yi smiled disdainfully.

Xiao Yi held the sword in one hand, the sword touched the blood-devouring bead, and the sword finger in the other hand was frozen with the old man's dry palm.

The confrontation between the two went on like this, but it was the first time that there was a winner or a loser.

It can be clearly seen that the light on the blood-devouring beads is constantly dimming, and the aura emitted is getting weaker and weaker.

And on the Leng Yan Sword, the more the light shines, the more surging the breath becomes.

"How is it possible, how is it possible?" the old man looked crazy.

The blood and qi power that he had worked so hard to absorb, the essence blood of countless demon beasts and human warriors, was actually quickly absorbed by others?

Between him and the blood-devouring beads, the breath is connected.

He could clearly feel the rapid loss of power in the Blood Devouring Bead, and even the Yuan Force in his body was also constantly draining.

"Impossible... It can't be—" The old man was no longer able to keep his composure.

Crazy Yuan Force continued to erupt from his palm, trying to shake Xiao Yi back.

Xiao Yi looked at it coldly, not afraid.

The sword qi in the fingers of the sword firmly resisted the old man's Yuan Force.

The Leng Yan Sword in the other hand was 'complying with' Xiao Yi's order, fiercely absorbing the blood qi power in the Blood Devouring Bead.

Xiao Yi looked at the Leng Yan Sword that was shining brighter, and his face showed surprise.

The Blood Devouring Bead is indeed an ancient evil weapon, and it is extremely powerful.

But Xiao Yi remembered that the Leng Yan Sword was also forged at the beginning of the sword, and it was already a powerful thing that had impressed ten thousand swords in the sword domain.

Although I don't know why such a powerful sword is, it's just a medium-grade holy weapon.

But Xiao Yat only needed to know that it had now completely suppressed the Blood Devouring Bead, and that was it.

"It seems that it was not me who died in half a day, it was you. Xiao Yi looked at the old man with a sneer.

"Impossible... No way... Damn, you deserve to die. The old man's face looked crazy.

Evil cultivation, cultivation is an evil way, when this old man has the blood devouring bead, he is indeed strong, and even the eight deputy hall masters can't help it.

But now it is also clear that the mood is unusually unstable.

However, for more than ten minutes, the breath on the blood-devouring beads dropped rapidly.

"Damn, you damn it..."The old man's crazy gaze stared at Xiao Yi suddenly.

"You're damned..."

These were the old man's last words.

Rumble... There was an earth-shattering explosion, and it instantly ravaged the entire demon beast forest.

"Self-destruct?" Xiao Yi's pupils shrank, and his face changed instantly.

The self-explosion of a martial arts emperor, or at such a close distance, how terrifying should the power be?

......

The third more.

(End of chapter)