Only at this moment did Shen Luo notice the existence of the curved cold light. His face changed drastically and he swung his arm quickly. The Xuanhuang Yiqi Stick swept behind him, leaving a blurry afterimage.
A loud "clang" sound!
The Xuanhuang Yiqi Stick just managed to block the cold light before it hit him, but a sharp and strange force came from the cold light and directly penetrated into his body along the Xuanhuang Yiqi Stick.
Shen Luo's internal organs seemed to be turned upside down, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He was knocked flying. The halo formed by the bloodthirsty banner hit the surrounding blood clouds, and only then did he barely stabilize his body.
The cold light revealed its true form at this moment. It was a crescent-shaped strange weapon that looked like a knife but not a knife, and more like a flying sword. There was a strange cold light flashing on the edge of the blade, which stretched and retracted unsteadily, as if it could suck away a person's soul.
There was an obvious cut mark on the Xuanhuang Yiqi Stick. If he had not mixed a lot of Lingyang Divine Iron into the stick before, the Xuanhuang Yiqi Stick would have most likely been cut in half by that blow just now.
A cut was made on the bloodthirsty banner, and the blood-colored halo around it quickly dissipated. The bloodthirsty banner also shrank into a small banner several feet in size. The surface was dim with blood light, and it emitted bursts of wailing, obviously having suffered serious damage.
After this brief delay, the blood cloud ahead surged and filled the torn passage again.
Shen Luo's face darkened and he thought of a countermeasure quickly, but most of his attention was still on the crescent moon magic weapon.
This treasure is too dangerous. If they are not careful, the two will die inexplicably from it.
But at this moment, the crescent magic weapon suddenly shrank back into the blood cloud, and its aura disappeared without a trace.
Shen Luo was stunned. He didn't dare to relax at all. He spread out his spiritual sense to detect the movements around him.
The surrounding blood clouds were strange, and when the spiritual consciousness was immersed in it, it was like a person trapped in a quagmire. It was difficult to exert any power, and even if he exerted all his strength, it could only spread out twenty or thirty feet away.
The blood cloud suddenly made a rumbling sound and shot out huge blood-colored tentacles, which rolled towards the bodies of the two people.
Shen Luo was slightly startled and was about to find a way to resist, but Wu Man'er next to him shouted and took the initiative to attack, using two green flying claws. The flying claws shot out green claws several feet long, and in a few swishes, they tore apart all the bloody tentacles and broke the offensive.
Upon seeing this, Shen Luo nodded slightly, took out a healing pill and swallowed it, then used all his strength to refine it and heal the injuries to his internal organs.
Wu Man'er suddenly cried out in surprise. Shen Luo looked hurriedly and saw that the green light on the two green flying claws suddenly dimmed a lot, and they seemed to be shaking and out of order.
"Be careful, these bloody tentacles have the effect of defiling magic weapons!" Shen Luo's eyes flashed with green light and he warned.
Wu Man'er was startled and hurriedly put away the two flying claws. He checked inside and indeed saw a trace of blood emerging from the inside of the claws, corroding the restrictions within.
Just as she was about to try to drive it away, the blood clouds around them began to pop again, and dozens of thick blood-colored tentacles shot out, flashing with sticky blood light, and rolled towards the two of them.
Wu Man'er was helpless. She pinched her hands together and suddenly her whole body was covered with dazzling green light, with dozens of green rays shooting out from her sleeves.
As soon as these green lights appeared, they grew in size in the wind. They turned out to be green flying swords in the shape of bamboo leaves. There were eighty-one of them, forming a magnificent sword formation. Countless sharp sword qi shot out and slashed at those bloody tentacles.