Tang Zhouxie gave an order, and thousands of troops formed a battle and surrounded Bai Qiuran, who was facing the center from three sides.
The swords and spears are like forests, and the archers in the distance draw their bows and arrows, and the bows and green strings are opened.
Facing the rain of swords and spears, Bai Qiuran raised his sword.
The first sword was handed out, the ground split a thousand feet, and the east mountain of the imperial mausoleum was smashed into powder. The army in the east was devastated by the sword energy. Among the blood flowers in the sky, what poured out from the sword wind were the bones that had been scraped by the sword energy. , surging like a wave, and fell to the ground.
The second sword was handed out, the sky opened to bright light, the clouds tore apart several meters, revealing the high-hanging sun, and the large army in the west was invincible.
The third sword was handed out again, the sea of clouds rolled, the clouds were broken and scattered, and the hurricane was bitter, like a giant kun in the clouds, the waves sprayed clouds and thunder, the sword energy pointed directly at the last army between Zhengbei Huangling and Bai Qiuran, and a crisp sound , In the end, the bodies of more than a thousand Shangxuan Yulin Jun were torn apart by the sword energy, leaving no bones.
Three swords came out, and the thousands of the most elite Imperial Forest Army in Shangxuan Kingdom disappeared. At this time, the sixteen worshipers had just set up their battles under the leadership of Sima Yingbo.
"This… "
Seeing this scene like a fairy shot, the first-class worshipers were stunned.
"Is this Qi refining?"
"calm down."
Tang Zhouxie's face was solemn, but he still said:
"He knows a lot, his origins are probably not shallow, and it is normal to have some extraordinary skills, but Qi refining is Qi refining after all, such an attack must have consumed a lot of his energy, and you see, his weapons are no longer available. already."
Sima Yingbo took a look, and sure enough, after the three swords were swung out, there was only one hilt left of the long sword in Bai Qiuran's hand.
Seeing this, he forced himself to calm down and presided over the formation of the worshipers.
But Tang Zhouxie began to make plans in his heart.
Bai Qiuran's origin is probably not simple, of course he knows this, but no matter what, he is only in the period of qi refining. Although those few moves are powerful, they must be very depleted of true qi. Now he will not be his opponent, wait. After killing him, he took his blood food, and then used the secret method to extract his memory, and then he could fly away.
In fact, Sima Yingbo and others have been paralyzed by him for a long time, thinking that his purpose of Tang Zhouxie is to strengthen Shangxuan, but in fact, since he accidentally obtained the fragment of the Blood God Sect and embarked on the road of self-cultivation, he has not cared about Shangxuan at all. .
When this matter is over, he will slaughter all the people present and suck it up. As for the forces behind Bai Qiuran, someone will find it, at most, only the Shangxuan Kingdom will suffer, and it has nothing to do with him.
To benefit oneself at the expense of others, to seize and use everything that can be obtained to strengthen oneself, this is the essence of self-cultivation recorded in the fragment of the Blood God Sect.
The smoke and dust lifted by the sword qi gradually dissipated, and the air was filled with a pungent bloody smell. Bai Qiuran continued to step forward and walked towards Tang Zhouxie on the altar in front of the imperial mausoleum.
"Bai Qiuran!"
Sima Yingbo shouted to him a little out of breath:
"Give it up, you don't even have a sword!"
Hearing his words, Bai Qiuran looked down at the hilt of the sword in his hand, and then chuckled.
He threw away the remaining sword hilt in his hand, and his figure was like electricity, and he was inserted into the formation of sixteen worshipers at once.
Reaching out a little, his sword finger pierced the chest of a worshiper, and then the worshiper suddenly fell down with convulsions all over his body, his eyes widened, but there was not a single bit of wound or blood all over his body, only to see his complexion gradually fade. Qing, the breath gradually wilted, and the death was extremely painful.
"Huh? This is?"
Tang Zhouxie's expression froze.
"The blood coagulation technique is very familiar, right? The Blood God Sect technique you used to pretend to be dead."
Bai Qiuran sneered and swept over the remaining sixteen worshippers.
"I once said to those unjust souls who were killed by you to take blood, I want you to taste their pain, but there are many ways of the Blood God Sect, so you disciples will take care of the rest!"
After speaking, he raised his hand into a claw and grabbed the worshiper who was attacking him with one claw.
The light of the claws flashed, and the worshiper cried out in pain, and a large amount of blood suddenly shot out from the three claw marks on his chest. The blood was gurgling like a spring, accompanied by severe pain. It spewed out continuously, and soon, the blood ran out, and his body collapsed like a deflated balloon and fell to the ground.
Bai Qiuran moved forward again, and the worshipers were terrified and attacked him together, but his hands turned into thousands of phantoms, fists and claws, or turned fists and palms into swords. The feeling of evil and poison is extremely fierce, hitting these worshipers.
And the enshrined worshipers also died extremely painful and miserable, or the pores of the whole body spurted blood, or the blood in the body rushed, or the blood from the whole body poured into the sea of qi in the heart, squeezing their own vital points.
Soon, only Sima Yingbo was left in front of Bai Qiuran.
"Bai, Brother Bai."
He looked terrified, tears and snot flowed out together, and his handsome face disappeared, pleading:
"I was forced to."
"I know."
Bai Qiuran smiled slightly, then mercilessly patted his forehead with a palm.
"Goo..."
The blood from Sima Yingbo's body suddenly gathered on his forehead, the young man's entire head swelled up, and then burst open with a bang.
After stepping over the bodies of the worshipers, Bai Qiuran slowly came to the altar and looked at Tang Zhouxie.
"How much anger do you have left?"
Tang Zhouxie squinted his eyes, his body was tense, cold sweat dripped from his back, and he was secretly vigilant.
"you guess."
Bai Qiuran replied with a smile:
"Anyway, I didn't build a foundation."
Tang Zhouxie confronted him for a few seconds, suddenly opened his mouth, and a bloody light spurted out of his mouth.
Bai Qiuran stretched out his hand to stop it, and easily grabbed the bloody light in his hand. The bloody light turned out to be a small blood-colored flying sword with a glazed color. He held it between his five fingers and played it back and forth.
Tang Zhouxie's forehead oozes a little cold sweat, his hands behind his back move, and two black command flags burst out from Sima Yingbo's headless corpse, attacked from Bai Qiuran's back, and released endless fire.
But Bai Qiuran turned his head and blew it, and the majestic infuriating energy instantly blew out the sea of fire, and he grabbed the two command flags in his hands and tore them into pieces.
"Fellow."
Tang Zhouxie took a step back and said:
"I don't think we have to make the scene so rigid."
Bai Qiuran ignored him and walked towards him with a kind smile.
Tang Zhouxie let out a scream, and his body suddenly disintegrated into a pool of blood mist. He wanted to escape, but Bai Qiuran rushed to the moment when his body completely collapsed, reached out and grabbed one of his arms, pulling him out of the blood mist. dragged out.
Holding his arm to suppress Tang Zhouxie, Bai Qiuran smiled kindly at him.
"Have you heard of the secret martial art of the Blood God Sect, [Wanshen's Withered Blood and Soul Break]?"
"what?"
Tang Zhouxie was taken aback for a moment, but Bai Qiuran had already begun to use his moves.
His hands divided the shadows of the sky, or fists, fingers, claws or palms, and slashed at the key points and acupoints of Tang Zhouxie's body, and the true qi turned into the most evil evil spirit and entered the body, arousing the blood in Tang Zhouxie's body. Constantly boiling, stirring back and forth, in the indescribable pain, the meridians, bones and spiritual roots of Tang Zhouxie's body were shattered into powder.
"Ah, ahh!"
The Emperor Zhenzong of Shangxuan let out a terrifying scream, but he couldn't get rid of it. After Bai Qiuran finished the set, he stretched out his hand and twisted Tang Zhouxie's arm into a twist, forcibly twisting him to face him. attitude.
The last palm slammed down from the Tianling Gai and slapped it on top of Tang Zhouxie's head. A large amount of blood spurted out of Zhenzong's seven orifices. Zhenqi drove the blood in his body to retrograde upwards, hiding him in the spirit platform. The gods and souls were all smashed into pieces.