Chapter 1963: Sword God

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Chapter 1963 Sword God
The man moved, and his body began to rotate in situ, getting faster and faster, and in the end it was almost as fast as a tornado. The blood sword that grew to be unbelievable also danced gorgeously with the rotation of his body, and it seemed to turn into thousands of moments, cutting everything around in the dance of the man.
The time and space around them are distorted, and the endless light spreads out like this.
One sword ... two swords ... the body is constantly being cut, and I can't move at all during the cutting. The speed of terror is beyond imagination.
My body glowed with golden light and resisted the injury in an instant. Otherwise, even me would be hit hard. But at this moment my eyes narrowed, and a terrible force erupted all over my body.
The range of more than ten meters around the man's body belonged to his close range. He sensed my intention, swiped his sword, and drew a huge arc. The huge ability made the whole space violently turbulent. If this trick is true, it will be struck by the force of tyranny.
I really didn't evade the slightest gesture, as if I didn't see the men's attacks, and gloomy eyes stared at the men. The moment before the blood attacked me, my figure suddenly seemed to be a shadow. Straight through the man's body.
The scarlet blood mansions spilled out, and a arc passed through. Bring an indescribable feeling. The man's body solidified again.
As his body solidified, scary scarlet light traversed the past.
My body passed quickly, without any obstruction.
boom!
The man's body suddenly froze, terrified to an inexplicable blow, and did not kill him. Even with such a domineering blow, he still didn't cut off his body, but the dark armor of his upper body cracked in a crisp sound, breaking up countless irregular cracks, and blood continuously overflowed from the cracks.
But after all, the man held the devil's sword, and he was still calm and scary. Without a pause, he waved the sword in his hand and blocked it in front of him.
I didn't chase, at this moment I inserted Zhentian into the ground. The terror attack began!
Horrible blades kept pouring around the ground, and the man's body was penetrated. Countless soldier blades penetrated his body.
"True devil is distraught!"
With a soft drink, Zhentian's red light expanded violently like an explosion, and instantly turned into thunder, and the terrifying thunder struck. I held both hands holding the sword and waved violently, the thunder of the sword burst suddenly, letting out the sound of explosion that made the space tremble.
In the space of ten meters around me, countless bursts of thunder and light exploded out of thin air, as if fireworks were blooming gorgeously. It's just that the color of this firework is terrible blood. And the bloom of each blood flower is accompanied by a red sky thunder striking from above to bombard the blood flower. The thunders that appeared in this mysterious space one after another did not know where they came from, as if they had crossed the ground and slashed from the distant sky.
The sea flooded me and the men in the distance. The position of his chest also exploded with a bright blood flower, followed by a thunder that bombarded him from the sky.
The man's body wanted to move in this blood, but the sad discovery was no longer possible.
The man's body was dropped to the ground, and the Zhentian I lifted back at the same time. My body quickly withdrew, and was separated from the distance of 30 meters from the man, looking coldly at the front.
The blood flower no longer blooms, the red thunder no longer hits, and the sea of ​​blood finally fades until it completely disperses like air. The only thing that didn't disappear was the blood that stained the man's body. His dark armor, which had been severely broken, had turned black and red. He stood up slowly, without the slightest painful distortion on his face, his gaze was still so calm, and the awe-inspiring murderousness seemed to be substance.
"Very well, I plan to use all my strength." The man said coldly.
However, I shook my head and looked coldly: "It's too late. You look at your arm."
"What the is going on? How could this happen." The man shouted incredulously at the arm. He already felt extremely weak, and the severe pain in his arm made him feel sad.
He was horrified to see that the blood was constantly being absorbed by the demon sword. The twisted, swollen, and coiled hands have almost become a bone. But the arm and the sword seemed to be fused together, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't let go.
"Damn, what the is going on?" The man cursed reluctantly, and the footsteps made him raise his head, but he saw me in the distance. At this moment he smiled strangely, squinting slightly at his extreme danger.
"You did it!" The man shouted, his face ugly.
"No, it has nothing to do with me," I smiled sarcastically. "You are ridiculous, you still want to gain strength, but you never thought about it. This is a bloodthirsty magic sword that will constantly absorb the blood of the owner. From just now to now, your blood has been ruthlessly plundered, then plundered away. "?
"Impossible! I am its owner. As long as I have this sword, I can avenge my enemies. I will succeed. You don't want to stop me!" The man's face has been swallowed. The voice almost shouted.
It's a pity that all this seems so ironic in my eyes, and he grinned: "You can't think of the excitement you made the lowest level of mistakes. The original owner of this sword is me, and I have my blood after the upgrade. Now, I It ’s its owner. I just attacked you deliberately just now, so that you do n’t notice the wound on your hand. Unconsciously, your blood has been sucked so much, right?
"You abominable person, I'm going to kill you!" The old man raised his sword in anger, but the horrible magic sword in his hand deepened its curse. With the appearance of blood mist. The old man's face was gradually corroded, and no scum was visible. ?
The magic sword once again fell on the ground, stiffly inserted into the raised ground, the sword was very long and wide, and the ruthless and gritty appearance, the sword grid was as wide as the sword body, the handle was slightly thinner than the sword body, look Go up extremely close.
The blood color of the whole sword is abnormal, and there is a mist floating beside it, as if there is no substance. Covered in blood mist. Just look at it, there is a feeling of fear. It looks like a dead with a sword and everyone is dead, and this sword is a skeleton dead body with only dark clouds and clouds, just like the end of the world.
Just watching a sword has such power, I am afraid this sword is amazingly evil.
When he and I held the sword by the side, a violent violent gas came across the face, which was essentially only to understand the breath of killing, pure but not pure murderous.
Hate, an inexplicable hatred, killing, violentness, began to resonate perfectly with my own anger. I was the one who killed countless people and stood on top of the bones. How could they be afraid of such murderousness?