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Chapter 873 The Origin of the Blood Sword

Tantai Ziyu nodded silently, thinking that it's no wonder that he hasn't seen any blood-refined objects in the world of cultivating immortals for so long.But she immediately thought of another question, why did this blood swordsman dare to take out this blood-refined sword in front of the public?

The question of Tantai Ziyu was also on the minds of all monks.

Especially the eldest disciple of Xinglu Peak, who has already looked at the blood swordsman coldly, ready to capture him and suppress him at the bottom of Xinglv Peak.

And the four elders above the arena immediately released four magic powers to hold Huo Tong and the blood swordsman in place, waiting for the peak masters and the elders to solve the problem of the blood refiner before competing.

The other peak masters and elders also surrendered their eyes to the peak master and elders of Chijianfeng.

However, the master of Chijianfeng and the elders all looked indifferent, and just nodded to the senior brother of Chijianfeng below.

The senior brother of Chijianfeng immediately stood up, clasped his fists in all directions, and said, "Masters, elders, seniors from Xinglvfeng, and fellow seniors, since Chijianfeng sent this person to fight, his The origin is naturally innocent, this blood-refined object is not a cult sacrificial object, but my junior, a natural object."

Nature?Everyone frowned. Could it be that this person was born evil?

Senior brother Chi Jianfeng smiled slightly, "You don't need to guess too much, in fact, my junior brother has already told everyone about the origin of this sword."

Everyone was even more puzzled, when did you tell the origin of this sword?
Just when everyone was a little impatient, the senior brother continued: "My junior brother just said that when he was in the ordinary martial arts world, whenever he fought with someone, he would be covered in blood, whether it was his own or the opponent's.

Therefore, the sword he held was with him, and he did not know how many battles he had experienced and how much blood he had bathed in. Suddenly, one day, this sword became psychic!
After this sword became psychic, my junior brother's swordsmanship became more powerful, and it was widely spread in the Jianghu. This sword became more and more powerful with his achievements, until one day, my junior brother discovered his blood sword , can slay demons and demons, and then, in the process of slaying demons and demons, I met the elders of my master's sect. After learning about the origin of this sword, thinking that it is not easy to practice, I will accept it under my Chijianfeng sect. Since then, he has intensively studied close-handed swordsmanship.

All the peak masters, elders, and senior brothers of Xinglu Peak, if you spread your spiritual consciousness to my senior brother's blood sword, you will know that this sword only kills blood, but does not generate resentment. "

Many elders of the peak master looked at each other, and they all dropped their spiritual consciousness into the ring, wrapped around the blood sword of the blood swordsman, and nodded one by one.

Then he scolded Chi Jianfeng in his heart that he really had bad luck. It is not easy to think that his practice is not easy. It is because he has taken a fancy to the opponent's natural blood sword. With a little training, it is equivalent to a natal flying sword. , with the blessing of the natal flying sword, not only is it not a disadvantage, but it is even more powerful.

After everyone had no objection, the four elders above the ring also let go of their control over Huo Tong and Blood Swordsman.

The blood swordsman looked at the blood sword in his hand, sighed, and said, "Since entering Red Sword Peak, my blood sword has been sealed. Now, I can finally see the light of day again and drink the blood of the enemy."

And Huo Tong, who was opposite him, saw the blood sword, his eyes lit up immediately, and said, "A good sword! It's a good sword that connects life and soul, and moves according to one's heart!"

Afterwards, he frowned again and said, "But the smell of blood is too strong, it's a killing weapon."

The blood swordsman on the opposite side grinned, "Swords aren't used to kill, are they used to nurse children?"

Huo Tong frowned, feeling that the blood swordsman was too disrespectful to the sword, and was about to speak, but the blood swordsman had already slashed at him impatiently.

"My sword is already hungry and thirsty! It has already drank my blood now, and it only wants to drink your blood!"

The two slashed at each other again.

This time, and before, there is a big difference.

Before, it was Huo Tong who was fighting against the blood swordsman, but this time, it was the blood swordsman who was fighting against Huo Tong.

"Hurry up, hurry up! It's too slow, too slow!" The blood swordsman yelled while slashing crazily. His blood sword is a wide epee, mainly for chopping. Although it is heavy, it turns into After the natal thing, the blood is connected, making it easier to chop and chop, and the magic power in the body flows freely in the blood sword, each sword brings out a sword glow, forcing Huo Tong into a mess.

What the blood swordsman is holding at this time is equivalent to the flying sword of life, and Huo Tong's flying sword is still far from the flying sword of life.

Huo Tong's flying sword is not the kind specially for melee swordsmanship, there is no hilt to hold it, and various factors add up, Huo Tong quickly fell into a disadvantage.

Tantai Ziyu and Wuxia in the audience were slightly worried, after all, almost everyone in the Tianmu faction knew how powerful the Flying Sword was.

But Huo Tong, who has been suppressed all the time, has brighter and brighter eyes.

Faster, faster, faster.

The blood swordsman's eyes became more and more fierce.

The competition between the two became faster and faster, and soon swords and swords swept the entire arena.

The speed of the close combat between the two became faster and faster, and the dust that swept up made it difficult for everyone to see what was going on in the arena. They could only hear the sound of the two swords clashing to know that the battle between the two was still going on. .

In the violent wind and sand, neither of them could see the existence of the other, but based on their own sensitivity to swords, familiarity with the other's sword moves, and even a sense of mystery, they fought again and again.

Miraculously, every time, the swords of the two sides meet and strike each other in the air.

After repeated encounters, the flying sword in Huo Tong's hand finally began to whine.

"Hahaha, Huo Tong, it's useless, your flying sword is not your natal flying sword, how can it be my opponent!" The blood swordsman faintly heard Huo Tong's flying sword, and immediately laughed wildly. Tong fought more aggressively.

Gradually, tiny cracks began to appear on the smooth surface of Huo Tong's flying sword. After dozens of fights, this flying sword would shatter with a bang.

But Huo Tong's eyes became brighter and brighter.

He seemed to faintly touch that... barrier.

It seems that if it is faster, and a few more times, he will be able to break through gently.

The flying sword in Huo Tong's hand quietly began to become lighter.

In the fight again and again, he gradually broke away from Huo Tong's hand and flew up, but still fought with the blood sword of the blood swordsman again and again.

This flying sword, which was already on the verge of collapse, seemed to be injected with new power. Although the surface was cracked, the cracks did not expand, but remained in the current state.

(End of this chapter)