Chapter 509 Heavenly Sword Second Style: Shuntian Style

This time, he wants to kill the demon into a ghost, and he wants to prove to everyone that he is the most powerful existence of the younger generation in this world.

"What is that?" A frightened voice suddenly sounded from the main hall, and with this voice, one after another, they looked straight in the direction of the Red Blood Mountain. I saw that on the vast Red Blood Mountain, a pillar of blood rushed straight into the wasteland. The sky with a radius of hundreds of feet, under the reflection of this pillar of blood, became blood-red.

Under the pillar of blood, Yi Chu, dressed in green clothes, stood indifferently on the mountain peak, his whole person seemed to be integrated with the mountain under his feet, looking at the four directions.

"Those who dare to enter my Red Blood Mountain will be killed" The voice as cold as snow spit out from Yi Chu's mouth, and it was loud.

The rolling blood cloud, constantly rolling, Yi Chu under this blood cloud, is like a demon god guarding his territory, making countless people afraid and frightened.

The righteous path monks, who had long been prepared to fight, after Yi Chu's loud shout, their hearts felt as if they had been hit by a heavy hammer, and their previous courage involuntarily lost three points.

"You, you, you, and you, either have a big head or a thick neck, at best, you are either a scapegoat or a pawn in order to save you and so on, so as not to die unexpectedly, I warn you first: Whoever dares to enter the Red Blood Mountain is the enemy of life and death of my Blood Transformation Sect, sooner or later, I will definitely take your life" Yi Chu looked up at the huge palace and said coldly.

"Turning into a Soul, I don't care if you are a Turning Soul or a Blood Soul, how can you now be a Yuanying-level master and the head of the Blood Transformation Sect, do you only have such scoundrel means to threaten people?"

Zhao Yishan flew above the main hall, stretched out his hand towards Yi Chu, and said with a hint of disdain: "Your Blood Transformation Sect, how can it also be a sect that has been handed down in ancient times, if you do this, aren't you afraid of discrediting your ancestor?"

"Smear, hahaha, the devil walks in the world, the picture is to be happy and happy, Lao Tzu is the suzerain of the Blood Transformation Sect, naturally he must maintain the Blood Transformation Sect well, if anyone wants the Blood Transformation Sect to perish from Lao Tzu's hands, Lao Tzu will return a tooth for a tooth, and Jianhua will repay the nine clans who killed him, trying to destroy his whole family. Hahahaha, as for what other people say in their spittle, Lao Tzu doesn't care. ”

Yi Chu looked at the palace above, looked up to the sky and let out a long laugh: "Zhao Yishan, there is no one on this Red Blood Mountain, but if anyone wants to enter the Red Blood Mountain, what awaits him is my blood underbody, endless pursuit."

The blood cloud rolled, and the crazy murderous aura overflowed from his body, and a killing word spit out from Yi Chu's mouth, making the monks above the main hall feel palpitations and frown.

There was no one on the Red Blood Mountain, almost all the monks believed this sentence, and once they entered the Red Blood Mountain, they would face this ghost-like pursuit of Yi Chu. Although they came with momentum, but in the face of desperate things, no one was willing to act rashly and be the rafters who came out.

The mighty alliance instantly became silent, and all eyes looked towards Zhao Yishan.

"Huashenzi, since there is no one in your Red Blood Mountain, we will not bully people with more people. In front of the righteous monks of the world, turn into a ghost, do you dare to fight with me?" As Zhao Yishan spoke, sword qi gathered together from all around his body in an instant, and the rolling sword pillars rushed straight up from the top of Zhao Yishan's head, and he was angry.

Two pillars of qi, one red and one white, stood opposite each other in mid-air, and the killing aura of the forest was constantly stirring between these two pillars of light.

"If you are defeated, you dare to challenge again, don't you still want to eat another bar?" When he said the bar, the corners of Yi Chu's mouth showed a hint of a teasing smile, and this smile fell in Zhao Yishan's eyes, but it made his originally calm and waveless heart suddenly twitch.

As soon as a pole, the pitch-black pillar-like thing immediately appeared in front of Zhao Yishan's eyes. Thinking of the lever that made him lose face, Zhao Yishan couldn't wait to tear the guy in front of him alive.

"I'm ...... the Underworld"

"Don't call me the Soul Son, I forgot to tell you, I have changed the path number in the next, you can call me the Blood Soul Son in the future, of course, if you are willing to call me the Blood Soul Ancestor, I am also happy to give you a smile." Hehe......" Yi Chu, who was half serious and half ridiculous, raised his head high between words, as if he was teasing a fun little chicken to Zhao Yishan in front of him, and he was holding the victory, casual and casual.

"Just rely on you, dare to call the ancestor, whether you call it the Evil Son or the Blood Immortal Son, today, is your death period, look at the sword" Zhao Yishan, who suddenly snorted coldly, between the flicks of his fingers, countless sword rays, like the stars of the nine heavens, fell straight down from the void.

"Sword Falling Star"

One after another, the sword light was like an endless star, falling straight down from the void, and this kind of sword technique was much stronger than in Beilong Mountain.

Looking at the vast sword light, Yi Chu let out a long laugh: "Zhao Yishan, the ancestor of the ** family today, I will fight with you on top of this swordsmanship, so that you know that it is not easy to mess with your ancestor's swordsmanship." ”

As he spoke, Yi Chu's fingers moved, and three hundred and sixty flying swords flew out of Yi Chu's palm, and these flying swords instantly gathered in the void, turning into a sword light with a length of a hundred zhang, and slashed straight towards the endless meteor.

"Heavenly Sword Second Style, Shuntian Style. ”

The vast sword qi was frantically staggered in mid-air, and one after another meteors were instantly stirred into powder by the huge sword. As Yi Chu's cultivation reached the realm of the Yuan Infant, the Heavenly Sword Law was even more powerful.

Yi Chu's swordsmanship, righteous and majestic, mighty and mighty, makes people suddenly give birth to a righteous and awe-inspiring appearance, the monks who feel Yi Chu's majestic sword aura, one by one, their faces change, and they say in their hearts Where is this blood god like the sect master of the Blood Transformation Sect, with his swordsmanship, he will say that he is the chief master of the righteous path, and there will be people who are convinced.

Zhao Yishan, whose sword was blocked, his face changed, and the law in his hand was pinched again, and his mouth was even more thoughtful: "Tianfa kills, moves the stars and changes the night, and slashes"

The stars that were originally surging down, with the pinch of Zhao Yishan's magic trick, suddenly rotated strangely in mid-air, and a star map was instantly formed in the sky, and with the rotation of this star map, endless killing intent flew out suddenly from the stars.

These killing intents converged into a sword, and in a mighty way, they went straight towards Yi Chudou's head.

Yi Chu, who was under this strange sword intent, felt as if he was in a sword array composed of stars, and the rolling killing intent was gathering from all directions. These killing intents are waiting for the opportunity to move one by one, containing but not emitting, the sword intent is mighty, like a heavenly power bursting out