The next two days were calm and calm, and nothing happened.

Tan Wuyan is very tightly hidden, and no trace is revealed. The people of the Desperate Hall even suspected that he had left the Northern Zhou, because they had searched all over Shuxi Mansion, as well as several towns around Shuxi Mansion, but they had not found any trace of Tan Wuyan.

Qing Yu's two bodies are divided, and he sits outside the cold palace as one, protecting the Dharma for Xuanzhen, integrating the mirror man and acting in secret. There is also a soul, settled in the old body, and has been staying in the villa and waiting for the rabbit.

On the third day, the rabbit really came.

The sun sets, leaving a bloody glow. It was in this bloody sky that the enemy came.

The rolling river of blood seemed to merge with the light of the setting sun, and with the glow of blood, the figure appeared in the air outside the villa.

"The river of blood is surging, and it has been crossed for thousands of years. ”

The familiar "Demon Soul Calling Blood Sound" and the familiar poem number made Qing Yu, who was sitting cross-legged in the pavilion, change his face, "Ling Xuedu." ”

Qing Yu didn't expect that the rabbit he was waiting for would be this one.

Ling Xuedu's performance in the Taizhen Palace at the beginning, Qing Yu saw it, this was an extraordinary psychic powerhouse, he was not comparable to his past opponents.

The most important thing is that Ling Xuedu has the back hand left by the Blood Demon Sect Master. I don't know if this hand was withdrawn after the meeting of the Tao.

Qing Yu was jealous in his heart, but he had no intention of retreating.

First, although Ling Xuedu is strong, he also knows a lot, if he can say something, he may be able to immediately determine the identity of the person behind it.

Second, Qing Yu's body is an old body, and if it is broken and dead, it is not worried.

In the air outside the villa, the river of blood flowed, shining with the sunset, Ling Xuedu was still dressed in bloody clothes and hair, this blood-colored young man drew the blood sword in his sleeve, and countless blood-colored sword qi swayed down.

"The demon Dao Qingyu of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, Ling was entrusted by someone to take your life. ”

There is no lack of contempt in the words. Although Ling Xuedu had no reputation before, after the meeting on the Dao, his reputation quickly spread all over the world.

and the master of the Divine Realm of the True Martial Sect of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, and did not fall behind, and then used the back hand of the Blood Demon Sect Master to deter Pei Dongliu, so that the Demon Dao Fang retreated.

He can be said to have become famous all over the world, and the world has given him the name of "blood for thousands of years".

"Heavenly Dao Cycle. ”

The Tai Chi qi shape that suddenly appeared, turning the wind and clouds, twisting the sword qi, and the blood-colored sword qi fell into the vortex of qi energy, scattering in chaos.

Qing Yu's figure appeared in the air, his arm waved, and the Tai Chi vortex exploded, and countless blood rains fell, corroding countless deep traces on the ground and houses.

"Ling Xuedu, you don't interfere with the poor well water, why did you come to look for trouble today?"

Qing Yu's eyes were staring at the blood-colored youth, as if he was very annoyed that this spiritual powerhouse of the Blood Demon Sect had come to the door.

"Didn't Ling say it?" Ling Xuedu licked his lips, not revealing a bit of tone, "But now, Ling is more than just entrusted by others······

His eyes turned red, and the blood of his pupils spread to the whites of his eyes, making his eyes all bloody, "What a pure essence blood, just by remote induction, it makes it difficult for Ling to extricate himself, if he can absorb it······"

Maybe this is the thirty-year Hedong and thirty-year Hexi, before Qing Yu was coveting other people's essence blood, now it is replaced by Ling Xuedu coveting Qing Yu's essence blood.

After refining the Dragon Yuan, the vitality of Qing Yu's body was extremely amazing. As the embodiment of vitality, the essence blood is naturally also rising, which makes Ling Xuedu, a strong person in the blood path of the God Realm, deeply desired.

"Bring it! ”

The blood sword kills, a sword swings out, the river of blood follows, the rolling river of blood seems to be virtual and real, it seems to be transformed by qi, and it seems to be formed by the confluence of real blood, each of which is mysterious, and even Qing Yu's Heavenly Son Wangqi Technique is difficult to see clearly for a while.

'Ling Xuedu, very strong, it seems that there is no way to act. ’

Originally, Qing Yu also wanted to act in a wave of dramas, deliberately protecting the houses below, creating the illusion that Xuan Zhen was here, and using this kind of inferior drama to make Ling Xuedu, the villain, gush about things that shouldn't be said.

However, reality has proved that this kind of drama has no chance of success at all. Let's not say that Ling Xuedu's IQ is not so low, just his strength is not allowed.

Using Qing Yu's old body to fight against Ling Xuedu, if he still thinks about acting, he will send a sheep into the tiger's mouth and give this body to Ling Xuedu as a ration.

"The sky is on fire. ”

The majestic fire rises into the sky, adding another red to this sunset scene. In the display of the hexagram weather, the fire in the sky devoured the clouds, and the ushered river of blood steamed into a blood-colored mist.

Qing Yu is not Ji Dan's half-hanging, the fire of the heavenly fire is rising, and the drastic temperature change makes the villas below catch fire out of thin air, and they are in a sea of fire in the blink of an eye.

"Ha, it seems that the following is really not a retreat place for Xuanzhen, but it's not bad to kill you. ”

Ling Xuedu was not surprised by this scene, after all, he had already spoken to the man before. Whether it is killing Qingyu or killing Xuanzhen, the relationship between the two is a write-off.

Judging from the current situation, Ling Xuedu has to kill Qing Yu. Not because of the favor transaction, but because of Qing Yu's purest essence blood.

"Blood Dragon Shadow. ”

The blood sword in Ling Xuedu's hand faded away from the blood, revealing its true face for the first time, it seemed that the sword body cast in bronze was soaked in blood, and the blood was wailing on the sword body, and there was a blood dragon surrounding, and the entire sword body slowly swam on it.

The Dragon Shadow used to be the tenth on the list of famous swords, but now it has been soaked in the River of Blood and has become the Blood Dragon Shadow on Ling Xuedu's hands.

"A thousand slaughters of swords. ”

The blood dragon roared, as if it was about to take off its sword, Ling Xuedu erected the sword and swirled, thousands of sword shadows roared, and countless blood souls opened their mouths and roared, releasing the sound of howling souls.

The frenzied blood-colored sword tide struck, and its momentum was far greater than that of the heavenly fire. In the face of this terrifying scene, Qing Yu's face did not move, and his palms pulled the fire, using the aftermath of the heavenly fire to trigger the fire of heaven and earth.

"Boom-"

The villa below was completely shrouded in flames, and Qing Yu stood in the air, causing the flames to roar the blood-colored sword tide.

The seventh absolute of Qiankun, the heavens and the earth, and the fire burns the wilderness.

The light and flames rushed into the sky, and the fire of heaven and earth collided with the blood-colored sword tide, and the flames devoured the blood, causing a collision of extreme moves on this mountain.

"Boom-"

The glow of the setting sun is obscured by two reds, one fiery red and the other blood-red, dividing the sky into two different worlds.

"Woo woo woo ······"

The blood was devoured by the fire, leaving only a whimper of resentment in the air. But the blood-colored sword tide also split the fire of heaven and earth, causing the flames to scatter and burn a red in this mountain.

The autumn climate turns the flowers and trees yellow, and when the flames fall, it becomes a sea of fire, and in the blink of an eye, the place becomes a mountain of flames.