Han Shantong's attack was violent, and as soon as he made a move, the ground shook and the mountains shook, the river boiled, and a long sword nearly reflected the entire Sishui River.
"This this… "
In the shock of the audience, Song Zhenglun's mouth was already drooling, but he didn't know it.
Everyone thought that Han Shantong had the upper hand on the scene. If it weren't for the Sishui River God's century-old prestige, the people of Wuliu Town could not help cheering.
However, Han Shantong knew his own affairs, and the more he fought, the more frightened he became. His red blood sword, which melted the soul of his life, was his sharpest trump card. He thought that once this treasure was released, he would easily kill the evil god.
After all, how much can a demon who only dares to make trouble in this Sishui River do.
Unexpectedly, just as he threw his red-blooded sword into the river, it was surrounded by an evil force, and he couldn't control the sword steadily.
The boiling of the river was not caused by his red blood sword at all, but by the Sishui evil god.
With a sound of wow, Han Shantong suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, a line of blood suddenly appeared in the air, and the river water was full of blood.
With a stabbing sound, the red blood sword suddenly jumped up from the river, and slashed again violently, setting off a huge wave of more than ten feet.
Han Shantong's face was like a white paper, and he continued to shoot runes in the air, and blood grooves appeared in the air, forming a complicated Taiji pattern.
"Blood Burning Technique!"
Song Zhenglun shouted loudly, he was inexplicably surprised, he recognized this forbidden technique.
This forbidden technique uses the burning of essence and blood to forcibly enhance the strength of the caster, the most decisive and overbearing.
"Who is willing to help me with blood and blood to punish this evil god of Surabaya? Do you want your children and grandchildren to live under the shadow of this evil god?"
Han Shantong shouted loudly.
Song Zhenglun was even more stunned when he heard this. If this blood-burning technique uses other people's blood to help the formation, it will naturally be more powerful, but in order to maintain the formation, if you use a share of other people's blood, you have to use a little bit of your own blood. Died.
Han Shantong shouted sharply, but no one answered. He shouted in despair, "Han Shantong died here today."
"Uncle, I'll give you blood to kill monsters."
A childish voice was like a thunderbolt, blasting the audience.
It was the little girl from the Wang family who spoke, the skinny little man said not to be afraid, his body trembling violently, but he saw her bite her wrist tightly, revealing a huge wound that looked like a baby's mouth.
Immediately, gurgling blood flowed outward.
As soon as the blood flowed out, it was sucked away by the Tai Chi blood map in the air.
The little girl is a mortal body, her essence and blood are weak, even if she is sucked into the Tai Chi blood map, it does not help the halo of the Tai Chi blood map to grow, but it warms Han Shantong's cold heart.
"And I."
The Wang family boy also bit his own hand. He was afraid of pain and did not dare to bite a huge wound on his wrist like his sister did. He only bit his middle finger and a line of blood flowed out.
Although his blood line was shallow, it was like a single spark that ignited the entire audience.
More than ten and a half children cut open their wrists first, blood gushed out, and the Tai Chi blood map finally had more brilliance.
"To do evil, to do evil..."
An old man with white hair like silver slammed the dove stick in his palm on the ground, while lamenting, he opened his old branch-like arm.
"Old Liu!"
Xu Ding was inexplicably horrified.
With tears in his eyes, Old Liu shouted loudly, "This is the end, can we still expect that monster to let me go? If we can't punish this monster today, I will die in Wuliu Town today!"
Xu Ding's face was full of pain, he looked up to the sky and sighed, a dagger appeared in his palm, and immediately cut more than ten huge bloody gashes all over his body, "Fight with this bastard monster!"
All of a sudden, tens of thousands of people in Wuliu Town scratched their bodies frantically, crying and cursing as they rowed.
Hundreds of years of suffering in the sea of blood, and the inconvenient resentment towards the God of the Sishui River, were all completely vented at this moment.
"Damn it, what am I afraid of, I'll fuck your mother."
Song Zhenglun didn't know who he was attacking fiercely, with a swipe, all ten fingers were cut open, and a lot of blood shot towards the Tai Chi pattern.
"Shameless, never seen in a certain life."
When he was furious, Song Zhenglun glared at someone and yelled, and that person just sat quietly, looking up at the bright moon in the sky, as if he didn't see the excitement that was about to boil in front of him at all.
In mid-air, the Tai Chi blood map finally became brighter, and Han Shantong's face almost became transparent. Using secret techniques, his combat power was growing rapidly, and his aura was rising crazily.
The red blood sword seemed to turn into a ball of flames, cutting down the Sishui River faster and faster each time.
"Roar!"
An earth-shattering roar came from the bottom of the river. Suddenly, the river was rolled up more than ten feet high. Song Zhenglun hurriedly used his mana to control the water from falling on the people on the bank.
The river fell into it, and a ten-foot-long black flood dragon lay in midair, the scales all over his body glowed with a cold light, a pair of blood eyes scanned the audience with incomparable coldness, and the terrifying dragon majesty radiated from him unscrupulously.
The tens of thousands of people in the audience fell to their knees involuntarily.
This is the God of the Sishui River.
For the first time, the horrific nightmare that has enveloped the 5,000-mile waters of the Sishui River and the thirty-six cities above the heads of tens of millions of people has been revealed to the eyes of tens of thousands of people in Wuliu Town.
"Ants, why can't you always accept the arrangement of fate with peace of mind?"
Hei Jiao spoke, uttering human words, incomparably clear, and with a voice full of violence and hostility, he uttered these words full of fate, and the atmosphere in the whole field seemed incomparably strange.
"Every year I just devour more than a hundred boys and girls in Surabaya, how much? But you are so greedy that you always get some crappy monks to show up in front of me. Very good. Today, my elegance was finally defeated by you. I am here Everyone in the world must die, all must die. I can no longer extend my kindness to you pathetic ants."
Hei Jiao spoke coldly, as if he was the wronged party.
boom!
The Scarlet Blood Sword turned into a ball of blazing fire and shot at the black dragon in the air. The blazing light ignited the entire sky. At this moment, even the bright moonlight in the sky lost its brilliance.
As soon as the red blood sword was shot, Han Shantong couldn't hold on any longer and fell to his knees.
Taking advantage of the nonsense of the black flood dragon, he gathered enough momentum, almost burned all the blood in his body, and delivered this powerful blow.
clang!
There was a crisp sound, and the red blood sword was held in the mouth of the black flood dragon, and the halo was completely gone.
Immediately, he heard the sound of ga ba ga ba, and with a pop, the red blood sword was spat out by the black flood dragon, and it had turned into a ball of tin foil that seemed to have been chewed messily.
Han Shantong couldn't hold it any longer, and fell limply to the ground, his eyes were full of setting sun, and he was already weeping blood.
"etc!"
Song Zhenglun yelled sharply, and a purple token appeared in his palm, with an attic pattern engraved on it.