The only way

Chapter 202
The sword formation spreads in the spring and autumn, and the spring and autumn blinks in the blink of an eye.

Just as the black and white flying sword that was trapping him flew away, the world in Wan Tu's eyes changed quietly.

In deep spring, birds sing, and all things are born.

There seems to be a faint fragrance of flowers around the tip of the nose, and the spring breeze blows on the face, bringing warmth. The blue sky is as clear as a high-quality green stone. Behind the white clouds, the warm sun is half covered and half covered.

It seemed that in the blink of an eye, Wan Tu was no longer in the bloody place of the underground arena. Although Wan Tu's red eyes were flashing with vigilance, the long-lost sunshine, breeze and fragrance of flowers still made him The monk who killed people like hemp and hadn't seen the sun for a long time shook his head.

Stretching out a huge palm, the faint sunlight sprinkled on the palm of the hand, and the faint temperature melted the coldness of the palm of the hand.

Spring day, warm sun.

Wantu's red eyes flashed slightly, but the next moment, he clenched his fist tightly, and punched out again like a wind and thunder, shaking the spring flowers in front of him.

The air twisted, the green carpet-like grass was fragmented, and the colorful flowers were broken into petals and fluttered in the air.

The beautiful spring scenery was ruined like this.

Wan Tu swung his fist, and saw flowers and rain falling all over the sky. The world in front of him was still full of spring, and the warm sun above his head was still warm.

At this moment, Wantu's face turned livid, and the bright red in his eyes became brighter. On the body, in the countless acupoints, like countless stars, they lit up one by one, exuding blood-colored light.

Pulling up the mountain with overwhelming aura, Wan Tu stepped on the ground, knelt down on one knee, turned his fist into a phantom, and smashed hard to the ground.

Rumbling, countless colored petals were shaken up, and a huge and curved crack opened on the ground.

The sound of rumbling resounded all over the field.

It's a pity that this world is still a scene of spring returning to the earth, with cracks and broken flowers and plants, but the blue sky and the faint breeze still exist quietly.

Wan Tu's originally ferocious and ashen face became even more heavy and terrifying.

Behind him was a sea of ​​blood that was almost turning into substance, appearing like a stormy sea.

Meanwhile, the monks on the stands of the underground arena saw only Wantu holding a huge fist. He suddenly stopped his movements, stepped out with one foot, and clenched his fist tightly, but remained motionless.

The next moment, the expression on Wantu's face first relaxed, then turned livid, and then became terrifying.

During this period, physical strength continued to overflow, and in the end, the sea of ​​blood surged behind him, as if he was constantly fighting.

hum!
The nine flying swords that had disappeared into the air before slowly revealed a trace of aura. Lingchu stood not far away, and with a thought, he waved his sleeves lightly, and the nine flying swords were hidden in the void, forming a sword array Appear.

The Qi machine is connected, turning around according to a special orbit, and the next moment, as Lingchu stretched out his hand, the nine flying swords each slashed towards Wan Tu from one direction with sharp and decisive killing intent.

Wantu's strange actions seemed to take a long time, but in fact, only two breaths had passed.

As soon as the nine flying swords changed their original positions, the expression on Wan Tu's face changed slightly.

When the nine flying swords changed into another order in an instant, the red color in Wan Tu's eyes suddenly became bright red.

"Roar!"

The roar of the beast sounded again, Wan Tu, who had been behaving strangely all this time, suddenly stepped out, cracking the floor of the underground arena, golden light and blood appeared intertwined on the body, as if woven into a golden cloth on his body. Red shirt.

The nine-handed flying swords change quickly, and cut down even faster.

Nine sword glows are connected with each other, but it is not as simple as one plus one. Compared with the previous sword glow, it has ten times more sword energy and cuts towards Wantu.

The sword light was several feet wide, and the killing intent poured out from the sky.

Even if they were not on the fighting platform, but just watching from the stands, the monks felt a slight tingling pain in their skin.

That was sword qi and killing intent.

The nine flying swords are connected to each other, and the originally not very majestic sword qi is magnified several times in an instant, and it is not much worse than the bloody aura that kills thousands of people.

"Pity!"

On the stands, the monk in the gray wolf mask suddenly sighed, a nonsensical sentence, the voice was very soft, it fell into the ear of the shopkeeper of the nearby inn, but it was very strange.

"What a pity?" The shopkeeper of the inn looked enthusiastically, but there was no obvious change on his face. He was always smiling. The nine flying swords cut down together, and the smile on the innkeeper's face did not change even a trace.

However, when he heard the voice of the gray wolf mask monk, he turned his head and asked with interest.

The gray wolf mask monk also squinted his eyes, looked at the two people who were fighting in the arena, but didn't answer the innkeeper, just clicked his tongue twice, and then quietly disappeared in place.

A big living person just disappeared in front of his eyes. The face of the innkeeper still didn't change much. He just opened his mouth and muttered a few words, shook his head, and then continued to look down the field.

It was just a matter of turning around, and the battle on the fighting platform had a result.

The nine flying swords merged into one, but they still couldn't kill ten thousand people.

Although Wan Tu couldn't be beheaded, but Wan Tu's physical body was broken.

There were nine bloody wounds on the shoulder, abdomen, chest, and thigh, and the half of the severed arm fell on the ground.

Lingchu, who was standing opposite, had no wounds all over his body. However, the face covered by the mask was pale, without a trace of blood.

The moment the sword formation transformed from Chunsheng into Qiusha, and the moment the murderous intent was revealed, Wantu caught the aura and shattered the previous Chunsheng phantom formation with one punch.

Unabated, he blasted the Autumn Killing Sword Formation formed by nine flying swords with the surging sea of ​​blood.

Although the nine flying swords are combined, the sharpness can completely break through the flesh of Wantu, but the killing intent in Lingchu's hands is far less than that of Wantu.

In the confrontation between the flying sword and the physical body, Lingchu won.

However, facing the murderous intent, Lingchu was punched by Xuesha, who had slaughtered thousands of people in the air, which dispelled the killing intent on the sword, and even directly impacted Lingchu's sea of ​​consciousness.

The chaotic evil spirit disturbed the peaceful sea of ​​consciousness, making De Ling's first sea of ​​consciousness tumbling, it was really uncomfortable.

but
Lingchu looked up at Wantu, as long as she broke Wantu's body, she would win.

Because, on the nine flying swords, she was entangled with a wisp of death yin.

As long as it is stained with flesh and blood, it will be a taste of ecstasy.

This is the first time that Lingchu used the death energy, one of the two qi of life and death in the "Longevity Classic". Before that, Lingchu actually didn't like the use of death energy very much, but it also counts for what it is.

Through the mask, Lingchu saw the ashen and defeated look of Wantu.

Victory and defeat.

(End of this chapter)