Vol 9 Chapter 673: God of Sword 1

Li Daozong's face was cold, and the Bilan Excalibur was shining in his hand, just like jasper, but the three spots of blood made the entire Excalibur appear a little flaw.
However, Li Daozong was already aware of the weakness of the blood, and the other hand wiped the wound and took a few drops of essential blood and dropped it on the tip of the sword. The three blood stains immediately turned like a leech with a smell and rolled toward Essence blood, at the moment of reaching the tip of the sword, Li Daozong's capacity shook, the essence blood flew straight into the void, and the three drops of dirty blood also went away, escaped from the sword.
Boom!
The incandescent light shone, and three drops of blood were urged by the blazing platinum gang gas to disappear without a trace.
The wind of the Lanfeng is violently rolled, and the air of platinum is no longer pure in the way of light, but by the blessing of the Bilan sword, it is all present in the Lanfeng. Swept, slowly trapped in the middle of Lan Feng, not controlled by Li Muru.
"Good boy!" Li Muru couldn't help but admire, but it was hidden in the flesh and blood, and the ghost roared, and a huge ghost head that was two people tall, biting towards Li Daozong with a big mouth.
Li Daozong fell down sharply, avoiding the bite of the ghost head. Before he fell on the remaining stone pillars in the blood pool, another ghost head came after him. Fortunately, Li Daozong reacted quickly and flew down. On top of another stone pillar.
哭 哧.
The stone pillar that had just stood was bitten off by the ghost head, and the broken stone pillar was melted away in the big mouth of the blood head of the ghost head.
Good blood poison.
Li Daozong couldn't help but exclaim.
At this time, the two ghost heads generated did not dissipate, but instead turned around like life, and attacked Li Daozong again. At the same time, seven ghost heads were continuously generated in the void blood, and a total of nine ghost hairs appeared like baby Cry, chasing toward Li Daozong together.
Li Muru ’s weird laughter also came from his blood, hissing: "Li Daozong, now let you try the power of my [Nine Sons Blood Infant Formation], hey, you must hold on and be bitten carefully Last sip, half a life without death! "
Nine ghost heads came crying, laid out a nine-lotus lantern-like array in the void, kept spinning, and kept coming.
Li Daozong did not dare to neglect and toss about. Although his Bilan sword can rely on Lanfeng platinum to force the ghost head open, he can never break it.
And outside the blood-filled City God Temple, Yan Juiling, Nie Xingxie, and Meng Yuanyun successively cast heavy hands, attacking the blood mist in front of them, but it was like a scorpion shaking a jade pillar, without any slight improvement.
Meng Yuanyun looked at the gang gas hood with the blood-colored gang gas in front of him, and said with a tongue: "Good guy, this is probably a cultivation practice without a deified state, and it can't be opened at all. Are we going to ask for rescues and let the leaves come to shoot? "
"Nonsense. Can that be too late?" Yan Jue yelled angrily.
Meng Yuanyun whispered and said, "So what do you say?"
Nie Xingxie pondered for a moment and said coldly: "Let's try the three together ... The fastest way now should not be with us, but with it ... Hope that Brother Dao Zong can persevere and try to weaken this array Power. "
"It can only be so." Meng Yuanyun replied.
Yan Jue Ling's eyebrows were raised, and Qiang pulled out his sword. Shen said: "We will go all out. Even if we can't open this gang gas mask, we can weaken the grief of Li Muru. Get some time ... "
it is good--
Meng Yuanyun and Nie Xingxie unanimously launched the Tianji stick and Excalibur, and along with Yan Juiling launched an attack towards the outer shield.
Rumble, Rumble!
The impact of distance is inside the shield, but it becomes a flashing bright spot on the blood-colored shield. The weakening of the entire shield is extremely limited.
Since the formation of the blood pool on the ground, the blood has been released endlessly, and the strength of the outer shield has been continuously strengthened and maintained. Not to mention that the outside cannot break through, even if Li Daozong launched several attacks on the shield in succession, it has not caused Any damage.
Li Muru ’s vocal voice came again from the blood pool on the ground, "Boy, do n’t be struggling, with your current strength, you ca n’t break my blood boundary, wait for death!"
Call, call
Nine ghost heads came again from all directions. Li Daozong's eyebrows were fixed, and he stared at the attacked ghost head with all his attention. The blue sword in his hand flickered slightly, and then the platinum column of light burst into the sky.
The pillar of light is as thick as the pillar of the court, completely covering Li Daozong, and there are raging dragons flying around in the wind, making it impossible to believe that this is an artificial force.
The beam of light went straight up to the cloud for more than a hundred feet, and finally hit the top layer of the blood gas hood. It was instantly like a welding spot of electric welding. The white and spots were scattered, turning into a group of dancing golden light clouds, like a bizarre and ridiculous. miracle.
There was a shocked and inexplicable face in Li Muru's blood pool. Looking at Li Daozong inside the pillar of light, he couldn't calm down his inner excitement for a long time, but the surprise between his eyes turned into hatred for a moment, and he could not help but growl with hissing: "Ah ! Li Muchan— "
Yes.
"Sword God" Li Muchan.
This trick is his stunt, 【A sword light cold shines on Kyushu】!
At this moment, Li Daozong came out with his peer father's peerless swordsmanship. In Li Muru's eyes, it was the most oppressive and hateful hatred in his heart.
Boom, boom--
The violent sword light swept all around, the nine scarlet ghost heads were evaporated in a flash, the sword light was swept again, the blood pool on the ground was swept apart by sword gas, and even Li Muru could no longer hide it. Into the air.
The last sweep, Li Daozong's sword light finally broke through the blood realm, and the blood of the sky was like a collapsed ice and cracked.
There are many silhouettes. Yan Juiling, Nie Xingxie, and Meng Yuanyun flew from three directions, connected with Li Daozong, and surrounded Li Muru from the center.
The pillar of light suddenly converged, and Li Daozong's feet were soft, almost falling down from the stone pillar.
Although the blood pool on the ground was mostly cleared, it still carried a heavy blood gas, which did a lot of harm to the human body.
"Brother Li, are you okay?" Meng Yuanyun swept over Li Daozong worriedly, but did not dare to move arbitrarily, so as not to be run away by Li Muru.
Li Daozong took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "It's okay."
Nie Xingxieqing showed his sword and kept his eyes on Li Muru's body. He slowly said, "Brother Dao Zong is affected. Let us do the next thing."
"No way." Li Daozongqiang stood up, standing up, and said in a deep voice: "This is my family matter, please don't interfere ..."
Yan absolutely looked at Li Daozong coldly and said indifferently: "Mo Yao bravely, you have proved yourself."
"It's not brave." Li Daozong firmly said: "He has the nurturing grace with me, you kill him, I will hate you ..."
Yan's words were so confounded. After glancing at the other two, he said lightly: "We are waiting for you here. If you miss, don't blame us."
Li Daozong nodded firmly ~ EbookFREE.me ~ pouted.
At this time, Li Muru couldn't help but lose his voice, "Do you have this skill?" With one hand, the remaining blood gas began to condense again, the blood pool on the ground slowly spread, and the surrounding blood gas mask gradually recovered, more important Yes, the nine scarlet ghost heads that had just been broken by Li Daozong also took shape again.
When everything was restored as before, the number of people trapped in the formation changed from Li Daozong to four.
"The blood of the four of you ... all are mine!"
Wailing
Nine scarlet ghost heads flew towards four people at the same time. This attack directly involved everyone, and did not act according to Li Daozong's ideas.
Yan Juling, Nie Xingxie, and Meng Yuanyun, with their weapons all in their hands, are preparing to fight back against Ge. At this time, the beam of light and Lan Feng that just appeared broke out from Li Daozong again. What is different from the previous is that this time flying around In the blue wind, there was a sharp sword gang, and looking closely at the beam of light, it was no longer pure platinum gang gas, but a gang of gangs stacked on top of each other.
The last sword of [Heavy Light Overlapping Thirty-Six Swords], and [Sword Light Cold Photo Kyushu] inherited from the sword god, were completely integrated into one place, and became a gigantic martial art of the ancient ruins.
Everyone was stunned by the scene in front of them. Sword masters like Yan Jue Ling and Nie Xingxie could not be seen. Li Daozong had inspired the most fundamental life force in this move, and it seemed to be unmatched. In fact, the price is to sacrifice Shou Yuan, and even Li Muru cannot control his frightened expression.
"Take the trick-'One Sword Towards God!'" Instead, Li Daozong's expression was dull, and he slowly stabbed at Li Muru with a sword.