Copy of the reckless man: I can see the status bar

Even the immortal who created this world in the legend couldn't have such powerful physical strength, right?

"kill!"

The Blood-Marked Ancestor's heart turned cold, and his cruelty and murderous intent surged again.

Before Zhan Ying could completely stabilize his body, hundreds of long swords with different attributes had already flown out of his body, as uniformly as one sword.

These magical weapons belonging to different cultivators were mobilized by the Blood-Pattern Ancestor and formed into a sword formation in a very short time, heading towards Lu Wenwu to kill him.

A heart-pounding sword intent bursts out.

Endless sword energy blocked all of Lu Wenwu's dodging positions.

A pure sword formation composed of hundreds of flying swords shot out, carrying an unmatched sharpness to kill, which was countless times sharper than the flying swords of ordinary cultivators!

A cultivator who has reached the state of Divine Transformation can mobilize the power of heaven and earth, and the power he can unleash with just a move of his hands and feet is extremely incredible.

Now with the blessing of battle shadows and formations, the Blood Pattern Ancestor's sword formation has an unstoppable feeling, as if it is going to chop Lu Wenwu into pieces with one blow!

In the center of the sword formation, the smile on Lu Wenwu's face became more and more intense.

Flying sword?

Sword array?

Right!

This time it finally tastes right!

How can you cultivate immortality without a flying sword?

Chapter 241 The terrifying dragon demon god's brutal methods

The Blood-Marked Ancestor stared at Lu Wenwu who was in the battle formation, feeling indescribable feelings in his heart.

Hate?

anger?

Killing intent?

fear?

Maybe a little bit of everything, maybe not too much of anything.

In fact, the Blood-Marked Ancestor didn't really know why he had such a strong murderous intent towards the foreign demon like Lu Wenwu who had descended.

Just like he didn't know where the Jiaren people's innate hatred for monsters came from.

It seems that this is an innate feeling of disgust, an extreme desire to destroy all other creatures except the Armored People.

The last time I heard about the arrival of demons from outside the domain, those demons seemed to be called Heavenly Fire?

Ah.

However, the Skyfire Demon God must not be as powerful as the man in front of him who calls himself Tyrannosaurus.

From the known history of the Jiaren race to the present day, this is the first time that a demon from outside the domain has broken the limitations of cultivation and reached the realm of a demon god.

In the eyes of the Blood-Marked Ancestor, Lu Wenwu was still the same as before.

There was a chilling smile of excitement on his face, as if he had seen something great, and he swung his fist towards the thousands of sword lights that were shooting out.

Each of those sword lights was powerful enough to pierce through the body of a Nascent Soul cultivator, but in front of the other party, they seemed as fragile as dead branches.

Whether it was the sword light itself, the sword energy wrapped around the sword light, or the various sword intents contained in the sword light, they would only ruthlessly shatter when they hit him.

It was like a spear carved from marble piercing a solid tower shield, shattering cleanly and neatly, without being able to achieve the desired lethality!

What made the Blood-Pattern Ancestor feel anxious and angry was that Lu Wenwu only made one move from beginning to end.

Fist!

Fist!

Punch again!

Smash everything in front of you!

After a long period of unsuccessful attacks, the Blood-Pattern Ancestor's expression gradually became grim.

When it comes to accumulation of spiritual power, I admit that the demons from outside the domain have a unique advantage.

Our world is small and spiritual energy is not abundant enough. Those who can break the mirror are all outstanding people. They can only use the weakest foundation to reach the highest possible realm.

But we form a large formation, with shared spiritual power, and are definitely not inferior to your accumulation!

As for my spiritual consciousness, I have been unable to improve my cultivation, so I work on it day and night just to make my spiritual consciousness more solid and powerful.

When it comes to magical weapons, our Jiaren race has a unique advantage. We are natural masters of weapon refining and have specialized in this art for tens of thousands of years!

In terms of formations, we, the Jia people, are united as one. The connection of blood and mental strength allows us to maximize the advantage of unity, making us stronger than you if we fight alone.

In terms of fighting will and fighting thinking, our Jiaren race is a natural fighting race. We are engaged in an endless life-and-death battle with monsters every day. We possess the fighting essence and killing talent that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years.

We, the Jiaren race, are born for fighting and killing. How could we be inferior to you, a demon from outside the domain who only knows how to strengthen your body and pass on magic through your bloodline!

"I, Jia Wulie, will lead you today to become the first Jiaren cultivator to kill a foreign demon in the Divine Transformation Stage with a sword!"

The Blood-Pattern Ancestor shouted loudly, and his second life-saving magic weapon flew out from his dantian.

A flying sword shining with blue and white color.

The flying sword was surrounded by blazing flames. After it flew out of the Dantian, it grew in the wind and instantly turned into a giant super sword dozens of feet long.

The hundreds of flying swords that formed the sword formation seemed to have found their backbone. They quickly dispersed the sword formation as if following the army leader, and transformed into bird-like shapes, circling around the blue-white giant sword.

Hundreds of flying swords emitted crisp sword sounds at the same time, and sword energy penetrated between heaven and earth!

"Gentlemen, witness this day!"

"Big Wind and Cloud Blood Sword!"

The old face of the Blood-Marked Ancestor, which was filled with overwhelming fighting spirit, was reflected in the battle shadow. This was also the first time that Lu Wenwu saw the other person's face clearly.

The next moment, countless blood-colored threads suddenly appeared on the entire battle shadow and the blue-white giant sword.

These silk threads condensed into shape at a rapid speed, forming magnificent blood lines.

One of the Blood Pattern Ancestor's signature skills - the Great Wind and Cloud Blood Sword.

The wind follows the dragon and the clouds follow the tiger.

The shadows of dragons and tigers stained with a faint blood color slowly took shape in the air. Strong winds blew around them, and the clouds and mist turned into tornadoes.

The Blood-Marked Ancestor spent almost the entire second half of his life perfecting this move.

In his estimation, one would need to be at least in the late stage of Spirit Transformation, and have spiritual power reserves at least ten times more than they do now, in order to perfectly control this move.

However, even though it had not reached the peak he expected, he did not think that Lu Wenwu would be able to take it on.

Why does a monster that only knows how to refine its body have the ability to do this?

Why should the sword skills that I have honed over thousands of years be defeated by your physical body?

On the Great Wind Cloud Blood Sword, blood-colored lines suddenly lit up.

That kind of wind-attributed sword intent, which was pure to the extreme, carried the murderous intent and anger of countless Jiaren cultivators, and was integrated into the blood and bones of the Blood Pattern Ancestor throughout his life.

"cut!"

The battle shadow transformed by the Blood-Pattern Ancestor put his hands together, and his right hand suddenly turned into a sword finger and thrust forward fiercely.

The Great Wind and Cloud Blood Sword immediately turned into a stream of light and shot out at an incredible speed.

That was an extremely fast speed, truly lightning fast.

The wind was howling fiercely and bloody clouds were gathering.

This flying sword, which was almost entirely condensed by sword intent, crossed thousands of meters in an instant and collided fiercely with Lu Wenwu's fist.

At that moment, the whole world was silent.

The speed of the attacks between the two sides was countless times faster than the speed of sound, and the same was true for the aftermath of the collision.

The Tyrant Fist released light and heat like the sun, and smashed out with Lu Wenwu's indestructible will and extremely strong body. It stalemate with the Blood Pattern Ancestor's Great Wind and Cloud Blood Sword for a moment, and then the large light patterns and impact were released without reservation.

"boom!"

A violent sound resounded throughout the heavens and earth. Even the walls of Zhennan City in the distance were shaking under the aftermath of the attack. Large chunks of bricks and stones that were almost indestructible due to the blessing of the formation collapsed and fell.

The earth looked like it had been plowed. There was not a single green spot to be seen within a radius of more than ten miles. Not even a blade of grass grew!

Under the shattering sword intent, not to mention the plants, even the land was scraped off a layer!

The ultra-flat open space created by the impact was covered with crisscrossing sword marks, and the aura emitted from it alone was enough to seriously injure or even kill a low-level practitioner.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the Great Wind and Cloud Blood Sword, which condensed the life's blood of the Blood Pattern Ancestor, was smashed to pieces by Lu Wenwu's punch, and returned to its original three-foot blue-white body, with a faint crack appearing.

Among the flying swords that were spiraling around him, nearly half were smashed into scrap metal by Lu Wenwu's punch just now, and many cultivators who were connected to his mind vomited blood.

Because his life magic weapon was broken, he lost his fighting ability and was forced to withdraw from the battle.

Even those flying swords that survived were rarely intact. Most of them had melted into different colors due to the scorching heat, and the complexions of their owners did not look very healthy.

Even on the Blood Vein Ancestor's natal flying sword, a tiny crack appeared.

That was caused by Lu Wenwu's punch.

It is difficult to comment on using a dexterous weapon like a sword to confront a strong man like Lu Wenwu who focuses on frontal attacks.

Maybe it was out of self-confidence, or maybe it was out of contempt for Lu Wenwu's physical strength.

Who knows?

"This is impossible!"

The Blood Mark Ancestor roared like a madman, bit his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

This mouthful of essence and blood instantly dispersed after being spurted out and directly merged into the blood patterns of the life armor.

In an instant, the blood patterns on his body began to twist, wriggle, and expand as if they had life.

In less than half a breath, the original golden armor of the Blood Pattern Ancestor had completely turned blood-red, and the entire battle shadow was as bright red as blood, almost flowing out hot and sticky plasma.

Refined with his own blood and essence, and with the wind fanning the flames, the blue-white flying sword that had recovered its original form was even more dangerous than before.