Wanderer of the whirling world

Chapter 162
The Xuehe Taoist focused all his attention on the bright moon, and forced Xin Ziqiu away with a sword. The blood river sword turned into thousands of swords, forming a sword formation, and flew towards the bright moon densely.

At this moment, Haoyue suddenly screamed sharply, and the illusory phantom behind her stretched out a huge palm, with ten pointed fingers, and grabbed it far away from the sword array.

The overwhelming sword net was torn open by this claw, and the surrounding blood river sword energy shattered.

At the moment when the sword net was defeated, Taoist Xuehe trembled all over his body, appearing to be exhausted, and his figure also became blurred.

The Blood River Sword was connected to his heart, and when the sword energy was broken, he was also affected and suffered serious injuries.

If he had a physical body, he might have spit out a mouthful of blood at that time.

Seeing this, Xin Ziqiu secretly said: I will kill you while you are sick.

Put away Renshui thunder method, red flames glowed on the long sword, burning the sky and destroying the sun, and slashed towards Taoist Xuehe.

It is Bing Vulcan Thunder.

Binghuo belongs to Yang, and it is the fire of the great sun, fierce and violent, illuminating the heaven and earth, destroying all evils and burning all falsehoods.

This sword didn't care about the blood river's sword intent, but went straight to the body of the blood river Taoist's soul, trying to burn him to death.

"I'm playing with fire today, let's see if I burn you or burn me!"

At the juncture of life and death, Taoist Xuehe put away the broken sword net and turned it into a long sword again, holding the sword horizontally in front of his chest, and shouted loudly:

"It's too aggressive, I will fight with you!"

As he spoke, he actually reached out and inserted the Blood River Sword into his body.

This moment was like water falling into boiling oil, and there was a chirping sound. The Xuehe Taoist showed extreme pain, and said through gnashing teeth:
"I'm dead, don't think about it!"

Jiaoyue was shocked suddenly, and said in her mouth:
"Don't let other people's swords unite!"

As he spoke, the ghost behind him stretched out his giant palm, and grabbed Taoist Xuehe.

But this time was too slow, the Taoist of Xuehe and the sword of Xuehe had already merged into one, his body shrank, and his whole body turned into a long, thin and flat sword. The five sense organs were faintly visible on the body of the sword, but they were already distorted. Together, it's terrifying.

At this time, there is no distinction between the Blood River Taoist and the Blood River Sword. The two merged into one, becoming a divine sword with spiritual wisdom, flying in the air, and slashing towards Xin Ziqiu.

I'll go to your uncle!

Xin Ziqiu cursed in his heart, his spiritual sense is strong, so he can naturally feel the shocking power of this sword.

If it was chopped off by this blow, the golden bell cover of the God of Wu Earth might not be useful at all, and it would definitely be chopped into two pieces.

But the sword came too fast, and he couldn't dodge it. He had no choice but to throw the Juque Sword with all his strength, and meet the Blood River Sword.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the Xuehe Sword seemed to have defeated Xu, chopped the Juque Sword into several sections, and flew in all directions.

But just like this, Xin Ziqiu made a sideways leap and flashed more than ten feet away.

The remaining power of the Blood River Sword did not dissipate, and a huge gap was opened on the ground, which was shocking.

After escaping the life-and-death crisis, Xin Ziqiu let out a breath of foul air from his chest, his heart was beating fast, as if he was terrified.

Immediately, his heart ached again. He got this Juque Sword from the Whirling World and used it very smoothly. It was his favorite thing, but now it has become a few pieces of scrap iron, which made him very sad.

At this moment, the Blood River Sword came slashing again, Xin Ziqiu dodged to dodge, angrily shot out, and punched the back of the sword. At the same time, the palm of his hand thundered, and a blue electric arc wrapped around the Blood River Sword.

The power of thunder and lightning cut a hole in the rich blood enveloping it, and the sound of crackling was like frying beans, which was endless.

At the same time, the demon god phantom behind the bright moon also opened two big palm-like hands, shaped like dragon claws, and grabbed towards the Blood River Sword.

The Blood River Sword was caught by the giant claws, and with a flash of sword light, it chopped off and broke through the encirclement.

But the palm of the demon god's phantom quickly condensed again, and he still grabbed it, trying to resist the blade of the blood river sword.

The giant palm and the great sword entangled endlessly, and the Blood River Sword cut off the Demon God's hands one after another, but the Demon God Phantom, with the help of the endless willpower of Huang Quan, also kept regrowing his palms, and grabbed towards the Blood River Sword again and again.

And Xin Ziqiu seized the opportunity to take advantage of it, and kept attacking the back of the sword with his fists with Palm Thunder and Bing Fire God Thunder, causing damage every time.

Although the Blood River Sword is unparalleled in sharpness, it has its limit. If it is continuously attacked by the power of the demon god and Huashan Thunder, the spiritual wisdom of the Taoist of the Blood River on it will be slowly obliterated and become a dead thing.

The spirit sword let out a mournful buzzing sound, as if unwilling to reconcile, it shot out and slashed towards the body of the bright moon.

With one move of the token in Jiaoyue's hand, it was magnified several times and turned into a large shield, blocking the attack of the Blood River Sword.

The swords and shields intersected, and shock waves rippled out like water patterns, uprooting the surrounding flowers and plants, and the trees and vines were also cut into broken branches and broken trees when they encountered this force.

The Blood River Sword bounced high, spinning and churning in mid-air, making a mournful sound.

Jiaoyue was also cut three steps backwards, sprayed a mouthful of blood, and the skin on her snow-white jade arm was shattered, revealing the colorful scales underneath.

Taking this opportunity, Xin Ziqiu put on the platinum silk gloves he had seized from the Worriless Cave, punched hard, and blasted towards the Blood River Sword.

The two of them fought with each other with one sword.

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The other people in the field were naturally not idle.

When Xin Ziqiu cooperated with Jiaoyue to attack Xuehe Taoist, Zhao Dezhao also made a move.

His target was the injured Taiwei Hong.

Jia Zhiqing was protected by a warrior in golden armor, and Jia Xian had superb swordsmanship, neither of them could be killed by him in a few hits.

Only that Lieutenant Hong, with only a twelve or thirteen-year-old child protecting him, has no power to fight back, and he is simply giving away the customs clearance mark for nothing.

He was going to kill Hong Taiwei, then turned around and left, what's the use of killing people here?

It's better to get the mark quickly, and then go to find the treasure so that you can climb the Tongtian Road. This is the right way.

So he jumped up and grabbed Taiwei Hong.

The distance between the two is only seven or eight zhang. To Zhao Dezhao, this distance can only be reached in an instant.

But he jumped forward, jumped five or six times in a row, but he was still several zhang away from Hong Taiwei.

This inevitably made Zhao Dezhao turn pale with shock.

Obviously this Hong Taiwei was leaning against a big tree, motionless, very close to him.

But this is only a few feet, but it seems to be the end of the world, unreachable.

Zhao Dezhao has lived for more than 100 years, so he still doesn't realize that he is on the right path.

If this wasn't an illusion, it must be some kind of powerful space magic.

He broke out in a cold sweat, not knowing who arranged this.

Taiwei Hong looked at Zhao Dezhao's nervous expression, and laughed at the hairy monkey beside him:

"Little monkey, look at that old man, he keeps jumping up and down in place, as if he is saying hello to Captain Ben, it's really funny!"

Hairy Monkey was also amused by him, nodded and laughed.

After Zhao Dezhao heard Taiwei Hong's words, his thoughts suddenly changed, and he remembered something...

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(End of this chapter)