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Chapter 1087 Killing the Ten Kings

The blood river runs through the sky and earth,
The eleven kings vomited blood and flew away, with broken bones and tendons!
Under the blood river, a Taoist priest in a blood-red robe watched quietly, as if some instinct had awakened.

"Physical cultivation, is this how you fight?"

Jiang Ding was stunned.

Using softness to overcome hardness, constantly wearing away the strength, and then killing it with one sword. This is the classic method used by sword cultivators in this realm when facing powerful body cultivators. It's not that there is no other way.

"After all, it's unpleasant."

"How can I be in Rou's position..."

Jiang Ding shook his head.

He looked at the eleven kings who were rolling and crawling in the void, smashing black holes into the void.

They looked very miserable, many of them had broken bones, and they were vomiting blood. Their bodies were covered in blood and they looked like they were about to die.

However, this is an illusion.

As physical cultivators, their strongest feature is their physique, and they possess powerful self-healing abilities, so these injuries are recovering rapidly.

Until the flying sword's blade actually cuts into their bodies and injects sword energy and sword intent into the wounds, all seemingly horrific injuries are not sufficient to be used as an assessment of the results of the battle.

"fencing!"

"The swordsmanship of the fourth level of the sword path!"

At this time, amid the frightened and puzzled gazes of the other kings, Tyrant Sword King suddenly shouted, "Human swordsmanship! You have inherited the swordsmanship of the ancient gods!"

"Ancient Shinto?"

Jiang Ding was startled.

The king of the Horned Demon Emperor clan seemed to know something. He had made certain achievements in cold weapons and seemed to have reached the third level of swordsmanship, refining swords into silk.

Yes, although his name is the King of Swords and he uses a knife instead of a sword, the level of his swordsmanship is called the third level of kendo.

Because, in this world, there are sword cultivators, but no knife cultivators, no hammer cultivators, no gun cultivators, and even no bow cultivators.

Perhaps some cultivators who love these weapons like to call themselves that.

However, this is insignificant and is just a self-proclaimed title.

On a higher path, in the vast and endless perspective of the universe, among the many cultivators who claim to use cold weapons, only sword cultivators have reached an extremely high level, formulating the rules of the universe, making sword cultivators something as natural as sunlight, water, and air.

Among the various immortal achievements of cold weapons, such as swords, hammers, axes, and guns, all added together are not as good as a fraction of the sword.

Furthermore, these levels of swordsmanship and spearmanship have all made extensive reference to the excellent achievements in swordsmanship, and even their cores are exactly the same.

For example, although the swordsmanship of the King of Blades has reached the level of refining the sword into silk, he prefers to enhance the momentum of the sword to the extreme, condense the sword force and sword spirit, and overwhelm people with momentum and force. There are many differences between this and swordsmanship, but they are just the application of the core of swordsmanship in different directions.

"King Ba Dao, may I ask what the Ancient Divine Way is?"

Jiang Ding asked in a friendly manner.

The constant exploration of knowledge and the unknown is his lifelong habit, for which he is even willing to exchange his precious one-tenth of a breathing time on the battlefield.

"Humph!"

The Blade King had a cold expression and showed no sign of answering.

Jiang Ding's friendly smile faded.

boom!
Another blood-red sword light fell like thunder!

This sword, with sword intent as its skeleton and sword edge as its blade, condenses millions of swords into one sword. The sword is like thunder, and the sword body is as bright as silk thread. The sword body flickers like mist, dimly flickering, as if it is composed of countless flexible silk threads, exuding a terrifying aura of immortality.

"Immortal Sword Technique..."

The fear on King Ba Dao's face became even more intense.

This sword was nothing special, just a chop down.

However, in the eyes of a master of swordsmanship like him, this sword technique, which contains many terrifying sword intent, sword light differentiation, sword energy thunder sound, sword refining into silk, immortal sword energy, etc., has gone through layers of accumulation and changes, and changed millions of times in an instant, and finally formed this sword that is extremely targeted at physical cultivators.

The immortality of a sword cultivator is not aimed at himself, but to make himself immortal.

Instead, it keeps changing and strikes out the sharpest sword!
Before the sword was struck, slight stinging sensations continued to appear on the kings' bodies, and their bodies, which had been sharpened to the extreme, were giving out warnings in a frantic manner.

This is not a sword that can be resisted with physical strength!
"kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

At the critical moment of life and death, King Mo Ye, King Sha Yi and other kings went crazy, burning their blood decisively, and the blood on their bodies shone in all directions like a furnace.

The scorching hot energy and blood force even caused the Blood River Sword Domain that contained the immortal will to begin to fluctuate.

"kill!"

The eleven kings drank wildly.

They burned their blood and erupted with terrifying power. The immortal chaotic spaces of the kings intertwined together, becoming one, mixed with traces of blood, and finally formed a thousand-foot-sized chaotic immortal vortex.

This chaotic vortex was held up by eleven royal soldiers of the imperial clan, like holding up a huge star, and smashing towards the flickering blood light!
The dark and uncertain blood-colored sword thread arrived as expected.

The sword thread was as thin as a willow leaf and as tough as a cattail reed. It swayed in the wind and seemed extremely fragile. A light flick could send it flying.

However, when this strand of sword thread actually fell on the immortal chaotic vortex that the eleven kings risked their lives to cut out.

The world suddenly became silent.

boom!
Boom!

There was a horrific explosion, as if the orbits of two suns were disordered and intersected head-on, and a devastating disaster occurred in the universe. There was a flash of blood between heaven and earth, and then a chaotic gray light. Large areas of the void disappeared, and the mountains, rivers and earth were swallowed up silently. Everything disappeared.

I do not know how long it has been.

Keng!
A very dim blood-red flying sword retreated back, making a soft hum.

"Brother,"

"You are a little weak. You have affected me..."

Jiang Ding sighed slightly.

This sword is the Blood River King's natal magic weapon. It is a blood river refined by countless creatures. He added many natural treasures and mixed it with the Blood River King's bones, meridians, skin and hair to refine it into a sword. Among the treasures of the soul, it is not weak.

However, that is all.

Compared with the swordsmanship of the fourth level of Kendo, there is quite a difference.

It's not just the flying sword, it's also the Blood River King's magic power, the Blood River King's immortal foundation, the Blood River King's spiritual consciousness...

Everything is like this.

This is a slave tribe, a fact that a slave king must face. It is impossible for him to lay any deep foundation. The conditions are so difficult. Being able to survive and be promoted to the God Transformation stage is already considered an unparalleled genius of the human race.

The combat power he displayed now was entirely due to the sword skills that had been hidden for nearly ten thousand years.

As the smoke dissipated, the figures of the eleventh kings of the Horned Demon Emperor clan appeared.

They were all in a miserable state, the chaotic and eternal space was temporarily broken, some had broken hands, some had broken legs, some had a huge gap on their waists.

These scars were all inflicted by the Blood River Sword itself. The wounds contained the will of the Blood River Sword, which was madly destroying and devouring the flesh and blood of the kings, offsetting their immortal power.

"go!"

"Hurry up! The Emperor's son is behind us, we still have a chance!"

The eleven kings struggled to stand up, all of them were injured, and spoke very decisively.

They did not disperse, but formed a battle formation, and fled madly into the distance like giants stepping on the sky. They were no longer filled with hatred like before, and were no longer determined to chase and kill to the death.

"You want to escape?"

"That's somewhat possible."

Jiang Ding smiled slightly.

"My friends, if you want to escape, it's very simple."

"Take two more of my swords."

"That's all."

Keng!
The Blood River Sword hummed softly, absorbing thousands of miles of spiritual energy from the heaven and earth. The slightly dim sword body became bright red and agile again. Endless blood light enveloped the heaven and earth, and then suddenly retracted, condensing into a flickering blood light, extremely bright and dazzling. Regardless of whether they were watching or not, it firmly filled the hearts of all the kings and could not be avoided at all.

The cold murderous intent covered everyone's heart.

"kill!"

Kings like King Ba Dao, King Sha Yi, King Mo Ye and others stopped under the trembling instinct, burned their blood, gathered all their strength in the battle formation, and blasted back with all their strength.

boom!
This time, as the swords collided, terrifying power erupted, spreading through the Horned Demon Emperor's royal soldiers to the bodies of the eleven kings, causing their flesh and skin to ripple like water waves.

"No!"

"what!"

There was a king who screamed in fear, his voice was extremely shrill. It was the Demon Leaf King who was relatively weak among all the kings.

boom!
The next moment, the body of Demon Leaf King exploded into a ball of blood mist, leaving only a skeleton a hundred feet tall, still running.

boom!
Boom boom!

This was just a beginning. Following King Mo Ye, King Sha Yi, and many other kings’ bodies exploded into balls of blood mist. Only skeletons of giants hundreds of feet tall were left running. Their breath was rapidly weakening, but they were still madly smashing through space to escape.

Even the indestructible body of the king of the imperial family cannot resist the sword of the fourth level of swordsmanship!
The only one who was still relatively normal was the Blade King. His body was shaking like water waves, but he was still able to maintain a human shape and did not explode.

"Not dead,"

"You are not dead."

Jiang Ding was really helpless when he saw this: "You guys are even more capable than cockroaches. I am obviously much stronger than you, but you still keep doing this."

"You really are,"

"It makes people happy."

Keng!
Jiang Ding swung his sword again.

This sword no longer had the majestic aura, blood all over the sky, and various strange phenomena. Instead, it was invisible and intangible, coming in an instant and enveloping the hearts of all the kings.

"No!"

"do not want!"

King Mo Ye clearly sensed something and shouted shrilly, "King Xuehe, it's fine that you killed the imperial clan members below the king level."

"If you kill the king of the imperial family, you will surely die!"

"In the entire realm, no one can protect you!"

"Emperor Yanliu can't do that either!"

"Blood River King, don't make the mistake!"

At the end of his words, his voice was full of pleading. He was no longer crazy, no longer bloodthirsty, and without the dignity of a king of the imperial family, he begged desperately.

However, the cold murderous intent did not diminish at all.

Getting closer and closer, getting colder and colder.

The death brought by the sword is coming unstoppably.

"stop!"

"This king is willing to surrender!"

"This king is willing to serve the Emperor Yanliu and fight for him! This king now swears his allegiance..."

These are the words of another king.

He begged continuously, and even swore an oath of allegiance towards the direction of the Black Water Realm where the Emperor Yanliu was. He was extremely sincere in his loyalty to the Emperor Yanliu, with whom he had once said he would never be reconciled.

"I am the king of the Flame Stone Family!"

"I am the third uncle of Emperor Yanliu!"

"You can't kill me, you can't kill me, otherwise the Emperor Yanliu will definitely kill you, Blood River King..."

These are the words of King Sha Yi from the Yanshi family branch.

"I wish..."

"You damned slave..."

Faced with life and death, the kings of the many Horned Demon Emperor clans went crazy, begging for mercy, cursing, threatening, and using all kinds of means, it was dizzying to watch.

Keng!
The clear and melodious sound of swords came as expected, ending all words.

The world fell silent.

No more noise.

Jiang Ding stopped and admired it quietly.

The eleven bloody skeleton-like kings of the Horned Demon Emperor clan were stiff. Instead of continuing to run, they stopped. They did not even have the strength of inertia and were killed.

"You... this slave... will surely die from now on..."

The Demon Leaf King's eyes were dull and moved.

Click!

A crack appeared between his bloody skull-like brow bones.

Then, the cracks spread throughout the body like a spider web.

The cracks were horizontal and vertical, with smooth edges. They were not natural, but rather marks left by a sword, covering every bone of the hundred-foot-tall giant, without leaving any place out.

boom!
Finally, Demon Leaf King Baizhang's body collapsed, his skull shattered, his spine shattered, and all his bones shattered and turned into fine powder.

This powder was grayish-white in color, without any vitality. All vitality was swallowed up by a ray of blood light, and turned into a blood dragon that flew into a blood-colored sword. It became the material for refining and upgrading the flying sword, making its aura stronger again, and making up for the weakness of the fragile sword body.

Demon Leaf King, die!
The soul is destroyed!

boom!
boom!boom!
The death of King Mo Ye was just the beginning. There were sounds of bones collapsing, and hundreds of feet tall blood-bone giants died one after another. The huge skeletons were chopped into billions of pieces, and all their souls and life essences were devoured by the blood dragon, turning into supreme holy materials for refining flying swords.

There were a total of ten blood dragon-like blood lights. These were blood dragons that contained the life spirits of ten Horned Demon Emperor clan kings. They rushed towards the Blood River Sword, wrapped it, and continuously refined it to enhance its essence.

Ten ways.

Yes, ten.

"Drink!"

The last king, the King of Swords, burned everything he had and slashed out a bright sword light with his huge heavenly sword, shattering the blood-red sword light that passed through layers of flesh and blood. He successfully survived at the cost of his body below the head being shattered.

He was trembling in his heart and was extremely frightened. He didn't have the courage to look back and fled madly for his life with his head hanging on the ground.

"good."

"King Ba Dao, you are quite powerful."

Jiang Ding praised.

His hand was on the hilt of his sword.

Afterwards, he let go again, allowing the King of Blades, with only his head left, to escape, without making another move.

“The sky…”

Jiang Ding's gaze was fixed on the thirty-odd kings who were chasing him at high speed from a distance, and also on the suave prince in the center.

The Emperor Cangkong felt a chill in his heart.

He subconsciously paused, as if he had smelled the scent of a natural enemy.

"The sky is blue,"

"I will find you again."

Jiang Ding took a deep look at the Emperor of the Sky among the more than 30 kings. He had no intention of fighting with an egg against a rock. His figure, wrapped with ten blood dragons that had not yet been refined, slowly disappeared.

He didn't make contact and left one step ahead.

(End of this chapter)