Chapter 759 (2/2)

For Gu Cong's past, Gu Yun didn't bother to understand.

Are you rude to me? Well, even if you're possessed by the devil or you're crazy, I'll wake you up first, and then I'll make you kneel at my feet and admit your mistakes.

This is Gu Yun's idea.

But the more he fought, the more surprised he was.

He looked down upon the people of different races. He was as crazy as a devil, and he became more and more brave in the war. The sword spirit in his hand is no longer a burning Huang sword, but more like a blood spirit sword, another kind of ancient Heavenly Sword.

The Tianjian clan has five veins, namely, the cold sky sword, the Yanhuang sword, the blood spirit sword, the galloping thunder sword and the Xuanfeng sword.

The blood spirit sword is the soul of the sword with blood and killing. Although it is not as powerful as Yanhuang sword, each sword has a ferocious and fierce killing opportunity. It is the real soul of the sword of killing.

When Gu Cong used the 36 fold magic sword, the attack became more and more fierce. With the help of the six pure Yang Shenhuo sword spirits, Gu Cong took the upper hand slightly.

The feeling of being suppressed made Gu Yun feel uncomfortable.As soon as his eyes congealed, there was a flash of determination in his eyes. Raise your hand and gently pat on the bag of heaven and earth. A bright red pill appears in the palm. Without hesitation, he swallowed it.

”A slave is a slave. No matter how strong he is, he can only lie down like a dog in front of his master. Gu Cong, kneel down for me

Gu Yun roared and his momentum rose in vain.

Red waves of air, like the tide, gushed out of his body and surged around. On the flaming sword in the hand, the flames of madness are burning.

At the moment, Gu Yun's momentum has reached the peak of eight levels of King Wu, and it seems that he is only one step away from the nine levels of King Wu.

This kind of promotion in exchange for medicine can only bring short-term strength, and its cultivation essence will not change. It is always the eight heavy of King Wu. But such a promotion was enough for Gu Yun.

”Chop!”

A sword was cut out, and the soul of the sword, which was closest to him, was torn and turned into a flame and dissipated in the void.

The residual power of this sword made Gu Cong retreat several steps.

With a dull hum, blood spilled from the corner of the mouth.

One face-to-face, high and low judge.

However, even if it was not the enemy, the ancient Cong did not flinch. He looked miserable and ferocious, and roared again. Under the cover of the remaining five pure Yang Shenhuo sword spirits, he displayed the fourth magic power blood fire sword light.

The sword is like a needle, but it contains the power of terror.

Pooh!

There was a dull noise.

The blood fire Sword Pierced Gu Yun's Panlong sword shield. Gu Cong's eyes coagulated and his face showed a panic color. He could not help but dodge from one side of his body.

However, the speed of the blood fire sword was too fast and it was not easy to see. Gu Yun could not dodge and was pierced through his arm. It seems that the blood awn is only the size of the needle tip, but it tears out a three finger wide wound.

For a moment, blood splashed and flesh and blood flew.

In this way, Gu Yun was completely infuriated.

”Dog slave, you want to die!”

”The fourth magic power, Yan Sha!”

With one hand, Gu Yun held up a huge sword, which was more than ten Zhang long in length. The fingers of the sword soared into the sky, and the sword was brilliant. It was like thunder that touched the earth fire. Countless dazzling flames came from all directions and turned into a flame world, which trapped the ancient Cong.

Gu Yun's eyes were ferocious, and he slowly uttered a word:

”kill!”