Breaking the Void and Cultivating Immortals

Chapter [-] Falling Wood

"The law is alive!" Yin Xiuxuan thought silently. If it is true that the law is alive, he can simply admit defeat. There is nothing comparable at all, but although the number of these scarlet daggers in front of him is terrifying, although they imitate the "law and spirit" realm, but it is not "law and spirit" after all.

With a sneer on the corner of his mouth, Yin Xiuxuan raised his hand and scratched the ground, only to hear the sound of "噗噗", ice thorns burst out of the ground like mushrooms after rain, circled Yin Xiuxuan for a week, and protected him inside.

"Since this is the case, fellow daoist, please make a move. Time is running out. If fellow daoist doesn't make a move again, Yin will win!"

After hearing these words, Yin Qizong let out a cold snort, and saw the blood blades all over the sky suddenly turned around, pointed at Yin Xiuxuan, and flew towards him in unison.

When Yin Xiuxuan saw it, his face froze, and he pinched the void in his hand, and an ice spear appeared in his hand, and the other hand repeatedly tapped the ice spikes in front of him, and saw the ice spikes shooting up into the sky, flying towards the blood blade. past.

The blood blades were overwhelming, although there were a lot of ice spikes, they were far behind. They rushed into the blood blades, but broke through a bit, causing the blood blades to scatter.

Seeing the opportunity, Yin Xiuxuan stepped lightly and jumped out. With a soft drink, the ice spear in his hand danced like a long sword.

"Boom..." The ice spear in Yin Xiuxuan's hand shattered, and the first blood blade also disappeared.Yin Xiuxuan pinched his sword finger, and an ice spear appeared out of thin air, and the spear continued to cover the second blood blade.

With two explosions in succession, three of the ice spears in Yin Xiuxuan's hand were shattered, and three of the blood blades were also broken, but all the ice thorns summoned from below were used up, and only more than twenty blood blades were consumed.

Yin Xiuxuan looked back to the ground, and once again a thorn of ice rose up, piercing the ground and hitting the bloody blade. He also held an ice spear and charged forward with a loud shout.

The ice spear shattered, and the blood blade exploded. Wherever Yin Xiuxuan passed, there was a trail of ice chips and blood, and then he moved his feet to avoid the pursuit of other blood blades. I searched for gaps and picked up scattered places to pick up leaks.

Back and forth, Yin Xiuxuan called the ice spikes ten times in a row, and the blood blade in the sky was reduced by half. At this time, he took a deep breath, stood behind the ice spikes, and took a little rest.

There was a burst of wild laughter in the blood mist, and Yin Qizong's voice came out, not as elegant as before, but a little hysterical, "I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Yin to have such means, if he didn't know that Fellow Daoist is a disciple of Yi Yunzong, Yin thought you were the direct descendant of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, not bad, Yin still has hundreds of blood spirits on hand, since fellow Daoist Yin is so good, let's try again!"

After finishing speaking, I saw the blood mist stirring up and making a constant swishing sound, and then I saw blood blades flying out, arranged all over the sky, and there were five or six hundred of them at a glance. The blood mist enveloping Yin Qizong was also much darker and more transparent, as if half of the power had been extracted.

Looking at the hundreds of blood blades all over the sky, Yin Xiuxuan's face turned pale, his brows frowned, and with a wave of his hand, dozens of talismans scattered out, releasing freezing air one after another, replenishing the previous consumption.

"Since fellow daoists value Yin so much, Yin Xiumou has no choice but to fight to the death, but if Yin dies, please don't blame Yin for his slip of the tongue, you can't hand over the formation to fellow daoists!"

Hearing this, Yin Qizong's face twitched, and Junyi's face was a little ferocious. How could he not hear such an obvious threat? That is, Yin will definitely spare your life!" After speaking, there was a roar, and the blood blades fell down like a rain of swords.

Yin Xiuxuan also yelled loudly, chanting words, and constantly using spells in his hands, he could see that the ground was full of ice thorns that filled the surrounding area, but the number was far less than that of the blood blade.With a lift of both hands, ice spikes all over the ground soared into the sky, and the blood blade exploded, and large pieces of ice and blood scattered down, covering the ground of more than ten feet like clouds and fog.

After all, the ice spear did not lower the blood blade, but after resisting for a few breaths, it was suppressed. No matter how Yin Xiuxuan struggled, it was useless even if he held the ice gun to catch up. It fell down like a collapse, crushing Yin Xiuxuan and the ice thorns all over the ground.

Seeing this situation, Yin Qizong let out a hearty laugh amidst the thin blood mist.Suddenly, a figure jumped out from among the countless blood blades, it was Yin Xiuxuan or someone else.

Yin Xiuxuan was dressed in ragged clothes, held an ice spear, smashed blood blades, and ran all the way towards Yin Qizong.

Yin Qizong smiled coldly. He had just controlled the blood blade to avoid Yin Xiuxuan's vital point. This situation was as early as he expected. With a move of his hand, the blood mist around him suddenly turned into a long whip and fell into it. in his hands.With a blow of the whip, Yin Xiuxuan's galloping pace was stopped immediately, and he jumped to hide.

Seeing Yin Xiuxuan's embarrassment, Yin Qizong laughed, "Daoist Yin, you still don't admit defeat at this point, then don't blame Yin for being cruel!"

Suddenly, Yin Xiuxuan raised his head, there was no trace of anger, helplessness or hatred on his face, but a strange, seemingly tricky smile.

When Yin Qizong saw him, he couldn't help but feel a little thump in his heart. He looked around, but there was no trace of ice and snow. He suddenly felt that he was being teased. He looked back at Yin Xiuxuan, but he yelled, and drew out the last trace of blood mist. Raising the long whip, it immediately turned into dozens of whip shadows and fell towards Yin Xiuxuan.

Yin Xiuxuan jumped up from the ground, a green light flashed in his hand, and with a shake of his hand, a lotus flower composed of sword shadows appeared in his hand, which could hold up the dozens of whip shadows.

"You, you still have a flying sword!" Yin Qizong was shocked when he saw Yin Xiuxuan's flying sword. He raised his hand to wipe the storage bag, and the folding fan also flew out and fell towards Yin Xiuxuan.

When Yin Xiuxuan saw the folding fan, he was not surprised but delighted, he laughed, the sword lotus fell and split into two smaller sword flowers, supporting the whip shadow while blocking the folding fan.

Yin Qizong smiled coldly, "See what hands you have..."

Before the word "means" was finished, Yin Qizong's face suddenly turned aside, he looked down at his feet, showing a look of shock, shouted loudly, and was about to jump up.

Yin Xiuxuan supported the whip shadow and the folding fan with one hand, saw the situation, sneered and said: "It's late, Luomuqi!"

As soon as the words fell, before Yin Qizong had time to jump up half a foot, several wooden spikes with metallic luster at the tip shot up into the sky, reaching Yin Qizong's chest, head, dantian and other fatal parts, piercing through it. In the past, if it was true at this time, I am afraid that this majestic young man of the Demon Sect will turn into a meat skewer today.