Wanderer of the whirling world

Chapter 151 Blood River Sword
in another space.

Zhao Dezhao, who was wearing a blue gown with fluttering sleeves, stood with his hands behind his back, his sleeves moved in the wind, like a fairy.

Beside him stood the slender and graceful Bright Moon, with a smile on her pretty face, she didn't know what she was thinking.

The two appeared side by side on the edge of a huge abyss. Under their feet, there was a bottomless fissure, with gray-white bare rocks everywhere, barren and lifeless.

And in this abyss, a thick stench of aura surged out, and the blood radiated into the sky, dyeing the gloomy, dark and thick clouds around in a crimson red.

As far as the eye can see, it is hazy and bleak, strange and inexplicable.

On the opposite side of the wide gully of more than ten feet, facing the two of them across the bank, stood a Taoist priest wearing a blood-colored Taoist robe and with a bun on his head. and go.

Behind him, there is a long sword on his back. Although he has not drawn his sheath, the ferocious aura is clearly visible, and it seems to be substantial, covering all directions.

Zhao Dezhao looked at the Taoist priest and said in a deep voice:
"Blood River Taoist, more than 50 years have passed, and your soul has almost been wiped out. What are you still keeping with the Blood River Sword?"

The Taoist's eyes were half-opened and half-closed, as if Zhao Dezhao's arrival was not unexpected, he said slowly:

"Zhao Dezhao, in the past 50 years, you and that Eunuch Li have come here seven times, which can be regarded as perseverance. But my answer will always be the same, you are not worthy of my sword, even if the Blood River Sword will sleep with me forever Therefore, I will not hand it over to you, so as not to tarnish the prestige of this peerless sword."

Zhao Dezhao said angrily:

"Bastard, you used the blood curse technique to plot against me and Eunuch Li decades ago, which made me feel like I was in prison for many years. I couldn't leave this area. I had to use the blood river sword energy to suppress the spell, and Eunuch Li even more so." Become neither human nor ghost, this deep hatred will not disappear until death."

Xuehe Taoist raised the corners of his mouth slightly when he heard the words, as if very proud:
"This is the price you paid for coveting my treasure. Where is that Eunuch Li? Finally unable to bear the power of the spell, did you kill yourself?"

Zhao Dezhao sneered and said:
"The old man is very good, let's not talk nonsense, now the old man has not only suppressed your spells, but also turned your Blood River Sword Qi into his own use, his skills have improved greatly, and today he has brought strong support. You If you continue to persist in your obsession, don't blame this old man for beating you to death before taking your sword again."

The Taoist suddenly opened his eyes wide, and two sharp eyes shot out like sharp swords. He looked at Jiaoyue and said:
"Jiaoyue, I spared you once 50 years ago. Why, after such a long time, you still haven't given up and came into this ancient tomb again, wishing to join forces with Zhao Dezhao to seize the sword?"

Bright Moon giggled and said respectfully:

"Blood River Road Chief, after decades of separation, I have already given up thinking about it. This time, I joined forces with His Royal Highness Wugong County for another major event, but he cannot leave because of the spell in his body, so I can't say no." Help him once and give him a meeting gift.

"Please listen to my persuasion, Taoist priest, your old man's physical body is destroyed, and it is difficult to maintain his life, so why continue to use the power of the soul to nourish things outside of the body?

"It's better to give the sword to His Highness, and then undo his spell. Your Highness will inherit it from you, and your strength will be greatly increased. After entering the inner core, you may be able to find the elixir of the ancient magician to save you from the sea of ​​suffering.

"Take a ten thousand step back, even if Your Highness does nothing, if you give up the sword, you will be less burdensome. In this place where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathers, you may be able to live for another hundred or eighty years. Isn't it the best of both worlds? Why bother? Is it life or death?"

The Blood River Taoist snorted coldly:
"Jiaoyue, you are still as eloquent as before, but do you think I am a three-year-old child? With Zhao Dezhao as a person, I will give him the Blood River Sword, and he will immediately beheaded and killed on the spot. Only Guarding the sword, I have something to rely on, and I have been able to survive for so many years. You don’t have to talk any more, but if you have the ability, come and kill me and grab the sword. It’s wishful thinking to want me to offer it with both hands!”

Zhao Dezhao said angrily:

"Since you are obsessed with your obsession, then die!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and a shattering invisible sword energy shot out, stirring the surrounding air, making a hissing sound, and shot towards Taoist Xuehe.

At the same time, he jumped up, opened his arms, and glided out like a big blue bird, flying over an abyss that was more than ten feet wide. His lightness skill was as high as flying against the wind.

Taoist Xuehe yelled, stretched out his hand and pulled out the sword behind his back, only to hear a crisp sound, and the blood energy of endless resentment rushed straight into the sky, almost splitting a hole in the low clouds.

The moment the sword was unsheathed, his face was full of pain, and his body became slightly lighter, as if he was a little overwhelmed.

Before the unstoppable invisible sword energy hit the sword edge, it was dissipated by the rolling blood energy surrounding it, and turned into nothing.

But Zhao Dezhao was full of energy, with his long sleeves waving, one after another fierce sword energy was shot out. Although invisible, each blow was astonishing, like a raging wolf and a storm.

The Xuehe Taoist danced his sword to resist, the long sword was round and smooth, unreasonable, but his posture was extremely chic and free, and he was still able to do a job with ease under the attack of the stormy sword energy.

The powerful sword energy that cracked stones and opened monuments was stimulated by the thick blood light surging on the sword, and made a hissing sound, but quickly disappeared like a mud cow into the sea.

Seeing the two fighting together, Jiaoyue frowned slightly, sighed softly, took out a crown from her bosom, put it on her head lightly, and took out a blue token and held it in her hand.

These two items are the magical artifacts of the ancestors of her Huangquan clan. They were once taken away by Taiwei Hong, but they were returned to her somehow.

When Jiaoyue took these two treasures, her aura suddenly increased, and behind her petite and graceful body, a vague figure of a demon god loomed.

The demon god has a sheep-headed human body, with empty eyes, but exudes a terrifying evil spirit and fighting intent.

Zhao Dezhao and Taoist Xuehe, who were fighting fiercely, felt something in their hearts at this moment, and looked sideways at the same time, under the power of this demon god, they couldn't help shivering, feeling the cold entering their bodies, and indescribable heart palpitations.

Jiaoyue scolded:
"His Royal Highness, the slave family can temporarily use the power of the ancestors to use the sacred objects of the family. Let's make a quick decision!"

As he spoke, he moved lightly with lotus steps, walked calmly against the wind, crossed the abyss, slapped several palms fiercely, and attacked Taoist Xuehe.

The power of the palm volleys in the air, but it is like thunder and lightning, unstoppable.

Xuehe Taoist faced Zhao Dezhao, although he had the upper hand, but he was also quite struggling. Seeing the attack of the bright moon at this moment, his strength was not the same as that of 50 years ago. He was shocked and secretly said:
"The old Taoist will die here today!"

But even though he was timid in his heart, he didn't flinch from the long sword in his hand. He swiped three swords in a row, forcing Zhao Dezhao away and facing the palm of Haoyue.

With a loud bang, the tip of the sword pierced the Huangquan Edict in Haoyue's hand, and a huge impact erupted, causing earth and rocks to fly in a radius of several feet.

Xuehe Taoist took two steps back, his already thin figure became more blurred, he let out a painful howl like a desperate beast.

Zhao Dezhao was overjoyed when he saw how brave Yue Yue was, and said with a smile:
"Fairy Jiaoyue, I haven't seen you for many years. I didn't expect you to actually find the relics of the Huangquan Saint Clan, and you have practiced such magical skills. Admiration, admiration!"

Bright moon giggled and said:

"This holy ancestor magic weapon was also given by that Hong Taiwei. Look, Your Highness, I didn't lie to you, right? You will never suffer a disadvantage if you take refuge in his old man."

Zhao Dezhao laughed loudly:
"Since that's the case, let's go together, and ended up with this bastard!"

But just when the two were about to get back together, a clear and delicate voice suddenly sounded:
"Stop me all!"

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(End of this chapter)