dream redemption

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"Invincible!"

Murong Xiao's bloody pupils suddenly contracted, and he immediately leaned back like pushing a golden mountain or falling a jade pillar!

As the strong wind blew, Murong Xiao's belly felt cold, followed by a burst of scorching heat. < In the trunk of a big tree that people can hug.

After the light of the knife flickered, the big tree slowly slid down and fell down.

"boom!"

Murong Xiao felt that the whole forest was shaking. After smashing a few trees, this big tree severely smashed the dirt floor into many cracks.

Murong Xiao leaned on the ground with one hand, and nimbly rolled over, standing firmly on the collapsed tree trunk.Where his body was before, a deep knife mark appeared.

Before he had time to catch his breath, Kreid's figure flew over from mid-air, and the edge of the Tang knife in his hand shone coldly under a ray of sunlight, quickly filling all of Murong Xiao's blood eyes!

Instinctively, all the bright internal energy in the body was mobilized and poured into the sword, and the flawless sword body glowed faintly again, like a bright moon shining brightly, sacred and elegant, free from fireworks.

"when!"

Murong Xiao condensed her mental will that would never back down, and slashed out together with the Weeping Sword Light!

Swing the sword and never back down!

Under Kreid's tremendous force, Murong Xiao's body retreated repeatedly, leaving a series of deep footprints on the rough tree trunk.

With the help of the counter-shock force from Murong Xiao's body, Kreid turned over in mid-air, and landed firmly on the tree stump with a smooth cut that could almost reflect light.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

After the figures of the two stagnated for a moment, they collided into one place again in an instant, and sparks burst out between the light of the sword and the shadow of the knife.

Both Murong Xiao and Kreid's bodies are extremely powerful, and the swords in their hands are like magic weapons.As their battlefield changed, a large number of trees fell down in the forest, the ground and rocks cracked, and the sword marks were endless.

Kreid's strength and speed are both higher than Murong Xiao's. If it weren't for Murong Xiao's sudden burst of elementary lightness kung fu and the strong recovery power of the blood god body, he would have been shocked to death already.

Even so, Murong Xiao's blood energy was almost exhausted.

"Speed ​​and strength are above me. If it weren't for the superb swordsmanship I have integrated, I'm afraid I would have died by now!"

Murong Xiao's eyes sparkled, and the knuckles of the sword-holding hand made a "crackling" sound!

"Get stronger! Get stronger! I need to get stronger!!"

When there is pressure, there is motivation!

The light in Murong Xiao's eyes was unprecedentedly strong, and his mental will became more pure and firm in the collision of swords and swords!

Like a piece of ordinary iron, impurities are gradually removed during countless times of tempering, and it transforms into a hundred-refined fine iron and Yunying Iron Mother!

In the Sword of Weeping Tears, a faint spiritual fluctuation continued to spread, and finally matched Murong Xiao's spiritual fluctuation suddenly!

Kreid turned into lightning, and the Tang knife in his hand was shining with a cold edge, breaking through the obstacles of the air, and slashing down brazenly!

Murong Xiao's hair was flying in the strong wind, only the trace of the knife remained in her eyes, and the whole world lost its color.

Air resistance, radian of the blade, shock cycle, strongest point, landing point...

Murong Xiao's spirit fell into a strange state, and his brain calculated all the data of this knife in an instant!

Out of the sword!

It was completely instinctive, the body was completely uncoordinated by the brain, and the sword was cut in an instant!

"Ding!"

First come first!

The weeping sword light moved half a minute upwards at the critical moment, and sparked dazzling sparks with a point on the Tang Dao!

This sword is not fast.

However, Kreid's sword seemed to have been negotiated with him, and he bumped into the Weeping Sword.

Moreover, with the weakest point, it hit the strongest point on the Weeping Sword!

Kreid's body trembled slightly, but Murong Xiao was as motionless as a mountain!

The strength of the two seems to have been exchanged in this confrontation!

Out of the sword!

There is only one thought in Murong Xiao's mind right now, and that is to swing the sword!Swing the sword! !Swing the sword again! ! !

At the moment when Kreid stagnated, a sword light bloomed in Murong Xiao's hand.

Sword, not fast.Not even half of Crede's.

However, just relying on this relatively fast sword, it gave Kreid a deadly sense of threat!

Unknowingly, Murong Xiao controlled Kreid's fighting rhythm; but for the current Murong Xiao, Kreide had a feeling that he couldn't do anything!

"Ding! Ding!"

"when!"

Murong Xiao's body bullied those around him, and he slashed three times in a row.

The Qi machines of the three swords are connected and integrated into one, as if the power of one sword has suddenly increased by three times!

There were waves in Kreid's eyes, and an unprecedented sense of crisis instantly spread to every corner of his body!

He tried his best to cut a layer of saber curtain in front of him, set up defenses, and retreated quickly at the same time.

However, everything is in vain.The knife curtain under Kreid's sword only resisted the two swords before disappearing. Murong Xiao's last sword, with the power of the first two swords, blatantly caught up with his retreating body, and instantly brushed against his metalized neck. Incomparably dazzling sparks!

"boom!"

This sword consumes all of Murong Xiao's internal energy, blood energy, and the last sliver of spiritual potential!

At this moment, there was no strength in his body, he only supported his body with the Weeping Sword, half kneeling and refusing to fall down.

"you win."

Crede's face was filled with a sunny smile, and his gestures revealed a sense of solemnity.

Compared with it, it seems that Murong Xiao is the loser in embarrassment.

"This is your trophy."

On Kreid's chest, a huge knife mark appeared out of thin air, and the squirming of internal organs was clearly visible.

Hot blood poured down from the top of Murong Xiao's head.

At the moment of contact with the skin, the exhausted cells cheered happily, devoured greedily, and moaned comfortably.

"Ding, through your hard work and hard work, your swordsmanship expertise has been promoted to perfection, and you will be rewarded with 1000 dream power."

"Ding, hidden mission: Redemption of the blood race; step [-]: complete; return immediately?"

"Yes!"

Murong Xiao didn't have the strength to speak anymore, Lucifer hurriedly made sure before him.

This kind of behavior seems to be tacitly approved by the fantasy space. As Lucifer's voice fell, a long rainbow swept across the sky, taking away Murong Xiao's body and soul. It seems that the only thing that can prove his existence is this devastated battlefield.

In the familiar private space, Murong Xiao's body slowly emerged from the light.

"Master, are you alright?"

Lucifer flapped his wings anxiously, bumping around like a headless chicken.

"Okay! I'm fine."

Murong Xiao waved her hand weakly, signaling her not to worry.

Caressing the fine cracks and gaps on the Weeping Sword, Murong Xiao felt a big stone was pressed in his heart, and even breathing was hard.

Even though the Weeping Sword is forged from fine iron, its essence is still iron, which cannot be compared with high-density alloys, not to mention Kreid's metalized skin that is several times harder than alloys.

"Fix! Fix it for me at all costs!!"

"Sorry, non-living matter, cannot be repaired."

The prompt sound of the dream space sounds extremely cold to Murong Xiao's ears at this moment.

"Master, don't worry, there must be a way! Even if the dream space cannot be repaired, you can learn a special repair skill."

Seeing Murong Xiao's distraught look, Lucifer was so anxious that he was about to cry, so he quickly spoke words of comfort.

"Yes! Let's go to the exchange hall!"

Murong Xiao was afraid that if he was too late, his sword would be irreparably damaged.