drink!
The Longtu spear swept across, purple light exploded from the tip of the spear, and wisps of purple wind blades appeared, cutting cracks in the space.
Wherever the wind blade passed, cracks continued to spread, and the dark cracks seemed to bloom like a flower, a terrifying flower with the power of death.
Ximen Ying's expression was solemn, without any words, his blood-colored pupils were shining with a strange light, and he swung his long sword to repel the purple wind blades.
Countless wind blades were knocked out and long black space cracks were opened in the air. Many Martial Kings who were idle in the air could not avoid it and were immediately cut in half by the cracks.
The power of the space rift is simply not something that ordinary Martial Kings can contend with.
But the power carried by the wind blade was too powerful. Every time it was repelled, Ximen Ying's body immediately flew back a hundred meters in the air, and his face became paler.
Zhuo Yan, the deputy commander of the Shen Dao Battalion, saw that Ximen Ying was in critical condition, so he hurriedly flew over and fought back the bloody wind blade.
Long Tu laughed, and a purple auger hovered above the spear, rushing towards the two of them, and then ignored them.
He turned his attention to the other three half-step Martial Emperor's swordsmen from the Divine Sword Camp, and with a casual tear, a spatial crack appeared between the sky and the earth, and the figures flashed out.
Bang bang bang!
That stunning shot, with the will of the violent wind, was used three times in a row, and the three half-step Martial Emperors condensed the killing intent to the extreme.
But after all, there is a natural gap between artistic conception and will, and it is impossible to shake the spear at all, and Long Tu hides his body in the cracks in space.
He is elusive, coming and going without a trace. No matter where he hides, his figure will always appear next to you, either behind you, from the left or right, or directly shooting you from the front.
The three half-step Martial Emperors, under this stunning shot, had a bloody hole on their foreheads, but they could no longer die.
At this time, Ximen Ying and Zhuo Yan were still fighting against the soaring blue dragon. The dragon was a hundred meters long, with blue scales all over the place. A spiritual light flashed above his eyes, just like a real dragon.
Roaring furiously, flying wildly in the air, tearing the dragon's claws apart, leaving thin cracks in the space, and spitting out a few wisps of green dragon flames from time to time.
Ximen Ying and Zhuo Yan turned into two bloody streams of light, avoiding the dragon's attacks while leaving scars on their bodies.
The sword move that contains the concept of killing cannot heal the wound when it is struck. The dragon's figure slowly fades away, but it cannot hold on for long.
After taking care of the three half-step Martial Emperors, Long Tu turned his eyes and looked at the darkened cyan auger that was about to run out of energy. His expression remained unchanged as he swung his spear out of the air.
Purple light condensed on the tip of the spear, and a long crack was immediately opened in the void. Long Tu's figure turned and disappeared into the night.
Ximen Ying and Zhuo Yan, who had completely eliminated the blue dragon, had no time to breathe a sigh of relief when a crack suddenly opened above their heads.
A purple spear, containing the strong will of the wind, exploded in the air and fell towards the two of them.
when!
Ximen Ying and Zhuo Yan quickly moved a step, their blood-colored long knives crossed together in the air, blocking a shot that could crack mountains and rocks.
Long Tu's figure completely emerged from behind the crack, laughed loudly, and roared: "The mantis' arms are like a chariot, can you block it? Get out of here!"
The right hand holding the handle of the gun suddenly exerted force, and purple light spread from the tip of the gun downwards.
Immediately, a dragon engraved on the gun body became brighter, and the will of the wind became even more violent.
boom!
Ximen Ying and Ximen Ying each vomited a stream of blood. The blood-drinking knife in their hands couldn't bear the force, so they took it out and swayed towards the ground.
"roll!"
With a loud shout, Long Tu's figure jumped forward quickly, and the void beneath his feet was like walking on flat ground, leaving a purple footprint out of thin air with every step he took.
With the spear swung, Ximen Ying's left eye and chest were each hit by a shot. His body shot backwards and hit the mountain a thousand meters away, destroying half of the mountain.
Xiao Chen looked at all this, his eyes filled with horror and confusion. Why was Long Tu, the same Martial Emperor, beating other Martial Emperors to the point where they were unable to backhand him
With a casual move, the void can be easily split, and the spear can be swept across, making it impossible to resist.
Those Half-Step Martial Emperors are as simple as slaughtering a dog, one shot at a time, without any sloppiness.
Will, suddenly lighted up in Xiao Chen's mind, and he remembered what Long Tu said, this is the reason for will.
Just like a Martial Lord who has understood the power of artistic conception, he can easily crush and kill a Martial Lord who has not understood the artistic conception.
For the Martial Emperor, his artistic conception could no longer keep up with the development of his strength. Only a higher level of will power could fully unleash the Martial Emperor's power.
Liu Ruyue's eyes next to her were full of anxiety, and she looked at the top of Qingyun Peak from time to time.
On the top of the mountain, it was extremely peaceful and comfortable at the moment.
"Great Elder, do you want those supreme elders to come out? This Long Tu's will of wind has obviously reached the state of great success. Ximen Ying and Zhuo Yan are no match for him at all."
"Yes, if we don't let those Supreme Elders come out, there will be no chance of rectifying the matter."
The peak masters of several main peaks nearby spoke anxiously.
Jiang Chi's face was heavy, and he turned a deaf ear to the words of these people. After a moment, he shook his head and said: "The Shen Dao Camp still has some cards to play. The enemies that the Supreme Elder wants to deal with are not these people. Let's take a look."
boom!
Two bloody rays of light rose into the sky above the ground, but it was Ximen Ying and Zhuo Yan who started fighting again.
Whoosh, the two of them stretched out their hands, and the blood-drinking knife on the ground immediately returned to their hands.
The murderous aura on the two men continued to spread, their red cloaks were flying in the air, the blood stains on the corners of their mouths were not dry yet, but their faces were extremely pale.
Long Tu looked at the two of them and sneered: "You are at the end of your rope, are you still pretending? Go to hell!"
The spear swiped in the air, and the body plunged into the void again, unpredictable.
Blood shadow is unparalleled!
Ximen Ying and the two men shouted softly, and drew an arc with their long knives. A bloody waning moon appeared above the tips of their knives.
Xiao Chen's eyes were solemn and he looked carefully. Murong Chong's Yueying Wushuang was born out of this Blood Shadow Wushuang.
Now that the original martial arts is being used, it should be quite powerful. However, it is hard to say whether it can hurt Long Tu. The opponent is in the void and cannot be traced at all.
After performing this move, the pale faces of the two men became even paler, without any color at all.
Two bloody waning moons whizzed away in the sky, but they disappeared in a flash and actually entered the void.
Phew!
In the void, there was a violent explosion, and a small dark hole was opened, and a little red light reflected from it.
boom!
At the moment when the red light was reflected, the crack in the space expanded rapidly. A red full moon broke through the space and jumped out. In an instant, the crimson red light illuminated the entire Lingyun Mountains in red.
Warriors with better vision can see a cyan figure moving rapidly in the black hole in the sky. If you look carefully, you will find a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Xiao Chen said in surprise: "Xueying Wushuang not only stopped Long Tu's attack, but also injured him."
The black hole closed quickly. When it was completely closed, there was a void on the horizon. A bright purple light appeared out of thin air, but it was Long Tu who was about to break through the space and come out.
Ximen Ying and Zhuo Yan, their eyes were like lightning. At the moment when the purple light appeared, they immediately formed hand seals and sensed each other firmly.
As soon as Long Tu's figure appeared, the bloody full moon in the sky, with a shocking murderous mood, slammed into him.
The flying speed of the full moon has almost reached its peak, and wherever it passes, the space begins to blur, creating ripples.
boom!
Long Tu didn't have any chance to dodge, his face was frightened, the tip of his spear shone brightly, and he thrust it forward, hoping to completely crush the blood moon.
But the power attached to the full moon was too huge. The two of them exhausted their energy and condensed their artistic conception into wisps of will, which were contained in the full moon.
This secret method of forcibly improving one's artistic conception will obviously have serious consequences for the body, but at this time there is not much that can be done about it.
Long Tu's unstoppable wind will actually failed to block this move. His body was instantly covered by the blood moon and he was knocked to the ground.
Boom!
At the foot of Qingyun Peak, a thousand-meter deep pit immediately appeared. Endless dust rose into the sky, huge power spread out, and the entire Qingyun Peak began to shake violently.
The power that can shake a mountain peak, you can imagine how terrifying this power is.
Ximen Ying's face turned extremely pale and he couldn't help spitting out another bloody arrow. He ignored his injuries and said coldly: "Do it!"
As the words fell, the seven blood-colored warships in the sky burst into a blood-colored light pillar rising into the sky, connecting with the blood-colored red clouds in the sky.
The Shen Dao Camp's trump card is finally coming out.
The endless red clouds began to roll and surge, becoming more vivid, as if blood was flowing.
In an instant, the terrifying intention of killing spread throughout the Lingyun Mountains, causing all the warriors present to tremble.
At the same time, in Xihe Mansion, there were martial arts masters from major families. Everyone sensed this momentum and rose into the sky. Looking at the endless blood cloud in the direction of Tiandao Pavilion, their faces all changed.
"What's going on? The Xuantian Blood Evil Formation of Shen Dao Camp has been deployed. What happened in Tian Dao Pavilion?"
"I haven't seen the Divine Sword Camp for hundreds of years. They really took action. What happened?"
Figures gathered in the sky one after another. They couldn't help but feel curious in their hearts and flew quickly towards Tiandao Pavilion.
In the imperial capital of the Great Qin Kingdom, everyone was preparing to sleep peacefully in the middle of the night. Suddenly, they discovered that ten huge golden warships appeared in the sky and flew quickly towards the west.
On the bow of the ship, a golden flag fluttered in the wind. Nine golden dragons were embroidered on the flag, and the word Qin was written in the center with flying phoenixes.
Among the ten warships, one warship was particularly huge, a thousand meters long and a hundred meters wide, with wisps of golden symbols flashing around the hull from time to time.
There was a man standing on the bow of the ship, seven feet tall, a dragon and a tiger, with an aura as powerful as a rainbow, soaring into the sky, and the dazzling light seemed to light up the night sky.
It was none other than the leader of the Yulong Legion, the head of the top ten martial emperors of the Great Qin Kingdom, the patriarch of the Nangong family, Nangong Lie, and the entire Yulong Legion was dispatched in full force.
In a secret room thousands of meters below the imperial palace, an old man with white hair and beard suddenly opened his eyes, and a golden light flashed through, seemingly penetrating the essence of the world.
"He is actually from the Endless Sea. Haha, is it really so easy to get the magic weapon? If it were so simple, I would have done it a long time ago. I am ignorant."
After a while, the golden light dissipated, and the old man closed his eyes again and ignored it.
At the foot of Qingyun Peak in Tiandao Pavilion, in the huge pit, Long Tu slowly stood up.
The green robe on his body was in tatters, his hair was torn apart, and wisps of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, making him look very embarrassed.
"Hahahahahaha, good, good, you actually hurt me. It seems that you are going to destroy yourself today. I will take the magic weapon, and I will kill them all in the Tiandao Pavilion without leaving any one behind."
Long Tu looked at the endless blood clouds rolling above his head, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and laughed wildly.
The aura on his body kept rising, and the terrifying pressure dissipated in all directions without concealment. The aura continued all the way, and it didn't stop until he reached the top level of the Martial Emperor.
The emperor's pressure spread out, the grass stretched to the waist, and the big tree burst out of the ground, and was smashed into pieces by the endless momentum.
Many disciples of Tiandao Pavilion were so shocked that they spit out a mouthful of blood and fainted under this terrifying pressure.
This dragon figure turned out to be a top-grade peak martial emperor. Seeing all this, everyone's expressions changed drastically.