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Boom, a black and a red two figures, hard to hit together, in an instant in the whole square on the impact of a powerful air machine, countless green stone slabs were lifted by this force, quickly crushed. Standing at the edge of the square, Hong Ling frowned. Can Feng is a little too big. He didn't use the power of Yan Huang mirror directly, but awakened the power of swallowing Tianjiao's blood. What is he doing? Sensing the strong transverse shock wave, Hong Ling moved and condensed a strong barrier with genuine Qi to block it.
The eyes of many Xuanqing Pavilion elders who are watching the battle are coagulated, and they look at this handsome young man in white. A strange light flashed in his eyes. The young man raised his hand and set up a strong barrier, which could block the qi movement of the friar of lianxu Hedao. It was really shocking. Hong Ling is too lazy to listen to other people's ideas. For him, as long as no one actively provokes him, then he does not need to care about other people's eyes. He looked at Zang Feng, who was fighting with Xuanye again. His eyes were full of admiration.
This is to borrow the power of Xuanye and refine its own strength. With the protection of Yan Huang Emperor's mirror, he didn't need to worry about the destructive effect of the bloodthirsty cloak. He was surrounded by black snow, almost freezing the void. Xuanye is in an invincible position in the blood fog condensed from the bloodthirsty cloak, but it is only a matter of time before he can defeat him. After he awakened the blood of tuntianjiao, he pursued the middle stage of xuhedao. However, it is almost impossible to reach the peak of the holy wind weapon.
The two figures constantly collide with each other to produce bright sparks. This is the general trend between the strong who practice the virtual and the Taoist. It comes from the collision between the top fighting forces of human beings, which gives people the illusion of earth shaking. After the remnant front awakened the blood power of tuntianjiao, his fighting power was not comparable to that of Xuanye who used a bloodthirsty cloak, but he was able to defend himself. The confrontation between the two people, are angry. One of them is to avenge the deep blood feud, the other is to obliterate his disgraceful past.
Black wind and snow, blood mist, constantly intertwined error correction, the entire void to shock out of the cracks. The figure of remnant front is as fast as ghost, and Xuanye's body is strange as demon. The incessant huff and puff of the bloodthirsty cloak condenses countless blood threads, which are like chains and go towards the remnant front. Once they are completely trapped by these blood threads, even the strongmen of the holy land are hard to get rid of. In the hand of remnant Feng, the Ming snow dagger takes a knife awn, and constantly breaks the intention to close to his blood color tangled thread. This is the best way to deal with this cloak. With the strength of Xuanye, it is really rare to use this sacred weapon with only one level of plunder to enhance one's own strength to the realm of combining emptiness and Taoism. But it's too hard to win such a master in a short time. With the ghost snow dagger which reaches the celestial level magic weapon, the remnant blade once again puts on the bloodthirsty cloak, which is not as hard as before. Although still in the downwind, but will not be easily killed by Xuanye.
The two figures had been fighting for nearly two hours, but they could not tell the difference between life and death. At this time, the remnant front was covered with blood. Even though the blood of tuntianjiao maintained its strong fighting power, it was still not enough to see in front of a looting sacred weapon. However, Hong Ling can sense the more and more powerful sense of war on the remnant front.
”Remnant Feng, you are now in a dead end. You are not going to die soon!” Xuanye gave a cold drink, and with one move, the blood line behind him kept gathering in his palm, forming a bloody sword. He pointed his feet a little, in the void with the help of the residual front below.
”Well? The strength of the mantle can be gathered into other weapons! ” Hongling's eyes coagulated, looking at Xuanye diving down from the air towards the remnant front, and a trace of curiosity flashed in his eyes. It was the first time for him to see such a magical holy instrument, and he was somewhat curious.
Can Feng's eyes slightly Lin, staring at Xuanye's figure, bit his teeth, and communicated with Hongling's Yan Huang emperor mirror stored in the divine court. Boom, a towering air machine, from his body diffused out, instantly lifted his breath to an unattainable level. His body flash, the snow disappeared with him in place.
A broken sword fell on the ground and disappeared into blood mist. Xuanye stares at the bloody sword which is cut by the dagger of the remnant edge, and looks unbelievable. How can the remnant front suddenly burst out a force so strong that even he trembles for it. You know, his bloodthirsty cloak is a holy relic. Although the bloody sword condensed by its blood mist is not a real entity, it definitely has the prestige of a sacred vessel. However, it is astonishing that the remnant Feng can cut it into two sections with one knife.
”Impossible, how can you cut off the Blood Sword condensed from the bloodthirsty cloak!” Xuanye looked at the remnant front slowly coming out of the void and the dark snow. His eyes were full of horror. However, the remnant Feng just looked at him casually, his figure flashed again, and flew down towards him.