Chapter 1909

The blood sword's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a blood thirsty light in the depths of his pupils.

He snorted coldly, and the blood sword in his right hand cut out. Suddenly, a touch of blood flame swept out of the blade of the blood sword.

The blood flame was terrible. The moment it swept out was like crossing the sky, as if it divided the whole sky into two parts.

Zhuo Wenmei's eye of heaven bite opened again. At this moment, he showed his eye of heaven bite with the power of eight ways.

Crackling!

Suddenly, the purple and black lightning swept out of tianbite's eyes again. At the moment, the purple and black lightning is much more terrible than every time in the past.

The purple and black lightning blessed by the eight fold meaning looked at me with great horror, like a giant beast's big mouth, swallowing the blood flame across the sky.

However, the blood flame was not simple. At the moment when the purple black lightning swallowed up the blood pressure, the blood flame exploded suddenly.

For a moment, the purple black lightning and blood flame in the sky began to entangle in terror. The energy afterwaves generated by each entanglement were enough to make many monks tremble.

Zhuo Wen rushed towards the blood scholar, and the power of time and space in his eye of heaven bite emerged again, completely solidifying the space within the purple rain at this time point.

The blood scholar's eyes were gloomy. The power of time and space blessed by the eightfold meaning still had a lot of influence on him. At least his speed and action slowed down too much.

The corners of the blood sword's mouth were full of sneers. Before, he could cut off the force of time and space, and now he can cut off it naturally.

In his opinion, Zhuo Wen's practice is futile.

However, when the blood sword cut out a sword, he suddenly felt an extremely powerful sense of stagnation. Since the sword he cut out could not tear the force of time and space around him.

"The power of time and space has increased?"

The blood sword was in the purple rain, but soon he found that the power of time and space was not enhanced, but the surrounding purple rain, that is, Zhuo Wen's own power of Tao and meaning.

Not far away, looking at this scene of Taiqing, his eyes showed appreciation. He knew that Zhuo Wen's Tao meaning had reached the peak of the eight fold Tao meaning, and he was only one step away from being able to touch the nine fold Tao meaning.

When the Blood Sword hesitated, Zhuo Wen immediately passed by his side. The purple sword was very fast and crossed the blood scholar. Then the blood scholar's head flew up and burst into a blood mist in the air.

Plop!

The headless body of the blood scholar fell from the sky and finally hit the ground.

Boom, boom!

At the same time, the surrounding space-time force was also torn by the blood sword at this moment.

The blood sword's face was gloomy. He didn't expect that Zhuo Wen's power of Tao and meaning was still increasing. For a moment, he was careless and let Zhuo Wen cut off the blood scholar's head.

Cut off the blood scholar's head and Zhuo Wen frowned slightly. In order to completely kill the blood scholar, Zhuo Wen cut off his head and destroyed it, so as to annihilate the blood scholar's spirit.

But at the moment when the blood scholar's head was broken, Zhuo Wen found that the blood scholar's vitality was not broken, but much weaker than at the beginning, that is to say, the blood scholar whose spirit was destroyed was not dead.

"What's going on?"

Zhuo Wen bowed his head and suddenly saw the blood scholar who had become a headless corpse wriggling constantly. Then the blood scholar slowly stood up and derived a new head from his neck.

The blood scholar was pale. He looked at Zhuo Wen with great resentment, but immediately stepped back around the blood god.

"The weakness of the strong in the virtual heaven is no longer the spirit, but the virtual overpass in the body. If the spirit is destroyed, the virtual overpass will condense a new spirit again, but if the virtual overpass is destroyed, the strong in the virtual heaven will die."

The blood sword's face was full of sneer and continued: "your realm is just the beginning of the gods, but you have the power of the virtual sky. This power is not yours, or how can you not know the weakness of the strong ones in the virtual sky?"

Speaking of this, the Blood Sword showed a trace of disdain on his face, no longer spoke, stepped out in one step, and swept in front of Zhuo Wen in an instant.

"The blood dragon cuts the sky!"

The blood sword is cut out again. The sword Qi is like blood and condenses a huge dragon shadow.

The huge dragon body entangled Zhuo Wen's whole person like a boa constrictor. Then the dragon mouth swallowed it from above Zhuo Wen's head.

The Blood Sword stepped on the dragon's body and quickly approached Zhuo Wen. The tip of the Blood Sword stabbed Zhuo Wen's key.

At the moment, Zhuo Wen is almost under attack.

But Zhuo Wen was very calm. He swam and walked in the dragon's body with mysterious steps.

Keng!

The blood sword is so fast that people can only catch a little blood shadow and stab Zhuo Wenmei in the heart.

Zhuo Wen was naturally unwilling to show weakness. The purple sword also pointed out, and the purple rain falling over suddenly changed from a continuous drizzle to a violent storm.

Purple rainstorm accompanied by purple storm, for a moment, the power of Tao and meaning reached the extreme.

Bang bang!

The purple rainstorm, the blood dragon, the purple sword and the Blood Sword constantly came the sound of fighting. Every clear sound sounded like a Hong Zhong Da LV, echoing in everyone's ears.

And its voice became louder and louder, as if echoing in the valley, constantly repeating.

The friar with weaker strength covered his ears and looked ferocious.

I saw two bright blood left in their ears, and their eyes were full of blood. But they couldn't help bursting back.

Lianmeng, Jinghai and Bi Shuang also retreated involuntarily. However, not long after they retreated, a breeze swept them and brought them to the place where Taiqing and Yuqing were located.

"Master! Martial uncle Yuqing!" Lianmeng said happily.

"Taiqing venerable! Jade venerable!" Jinghai and Bi Shuang held boxing respectfully.

"Master, younger martial brother Zhuo, will he be all right?" Lianmeng suddenly asked.

Taiqing did not answer Lianmeng's question, but whispered, "let's continue to see. Zhuo Wen has his own choice."

Lianmeng gave a sound that he didn't understand, so he stopped talking, but looked at Zhuo Wen who was constantly fighting with the blood sword.

I don't know why, Lianmeng started half a year ago. When Zhuo Wen was just getting started, he looked like a countryman entering the city, and even Lianmeng showed his steps in front of Yuqing. Zhuo Wen was also shocked at that time.

But now, Zhuo Wen suddenly realized the eight fold meaning, obtained the power of Xutian, and had an earth shaking battle with the first blood protector Blood Sword of Xutian level.

The younger martial brother of that year and the powerful figure of today are constantly intersecting in Lianmeng's mind. Finally, Lianmeng's heart is full of complexity.

"Master, am I too useless? Although I have been promoted to the true God, my strength is not as good as some friars at the peak of God." Lianmeng was suddenly depressed.

Taiqing patted Lianmeng's head and said with a smile, "you are still young and lack experience. In the future, you will become stronger and stronger."

But Lianmeng shook his head and said, "I'm not serious enough, not focused enough, not hard enough! This time I go back, I'll practice well. Master, help me improve my actual combat experience at that time!"

Taiqing smiled and said, "OK!"

At the moment, Zhuo Wen's battle with Blood Sword is almost white hot.

The violent purple rain and the burning dragon dyed almost the whole sky purple and blood.

Zhuo Wen and the blood sword are so fast that they can only catch the purple shadow and blood shadow in the sky, and they can barely catch them at the moment when the two figures fight each other.

The blood scholar stood beside the blood God and stared at the purple shadow and blood shadow of the continuous war in the sky with great fear.

Blood Sword is the first blood Dharma protector in the blood temple. In fact, its power is far above the blood scholar.

His blood scholar has just condensed the virtual overpass. It can only be said that the virtual heaven realm has not been introduced yet.

But the blood sword is different. The Blood Sword condensed the virtual overpass a long time ago. It is said that it has climbed the first step of the virtual overpass and reached the terror level of longevity.

Moreover, after such a long time, the blood scholar knew that the Blood Sword couldn't go nowhere. It was very possible that the blood sword could climb the second step of the virtual overpass and never die.

Of course, all this is speculation. From that Zhuo Wen can fight with the blood sword to this extent, it shows that Zhuo Wen is terrible and powerful.

If you let the blood scholar choose once, he will never stand out and face the of Zhuo Wen.

The Blood Sword frowned more and more tightly in the Vietnam War. He found that Zhuo Wen's strength in the Vietnam War was stronger, as if his potential was constantly stimulated with the battle.

Moreover, Zhuo Wen almost has every move and every form at his fingertips. It is obviously a very simple sword, but with the blessing of the peak of the eight fold meaning, it is powerful and terrible.

Even if the Blood Sword tries its best to get close to Zhuo Wen, Zhuo Wen will always use the power of time and space in tianbite's eyes to freeze his body.

Although the freeze frame time is very short, it is enough to make Zhuo Wen step back calmly.

The purple sword and the Blood Sword bombarded together again, and the purple and Blood Sword light poured out like a rainbow. Then Zhuo Wen and the Blood Sword hummed and retreated thousands of feet. Each step back, they could leave extremely tragic footprints in the void.

Zhuo Wen stabilized his figure. He stared at the fierce purple rain around him, and his eyes showed a confused color.

But confusion was soon replaced by Qingming, and Ziyu reminded him of the water droplets of the yellow spring.

At the beginning, he collected the water droplets of the yellow spring, and finally condensed into the sea of the yellow spring, surging and boundless.

"Water turns into a stream and streams into a lake!"

At the moment, Zhuo Wen's eyes became brighter and brighter. Suddenly, the purple sword in his right hand shook and stopped for a while. At this moment, the purple rain that had originally fallen stagnated in the air.

Then, Zhuo Wen's purple sword twisted, and the stagnant purple rain suddenly took Zhuo Wen as the center, constantly condensed and combined.

When a huge and boundless purple lake was formed at the foot of Zhuo Wen, a mysterious artistic conception suddenly swept out of Zhuo's style.

Zhuo Wen stood in the center of the purple lake. His eyes crossed the purple lake and fell on the Blood Sword whose face changed greatly in front.

"Master, this is the last time I call you master. Although this is only a trace, I'm sure it's the artistic conception of the nine fold meaning you want!"

Zhuo Wen's calm voice sounded slowly in the center of the purple lake. Then Zhuo Wen raised the purple sword, pointed the sword tip to the blood sword in front, then put the purple sword under the lake, and then rowed upward.

WOW!

The purple Lake set off a high wave enough to submerge the whole sky. The high wave was too high and terrible. All the monks around looking up at the high wave had their hearts pounding, and their hearts were lifted up with the high wave.

Then the purple sword fell, and the blood sword had almost no resistance, and was completely covered by this terrible high wave