At the junction of the Abyss Demon Realm and the Giant Field.

This is a flat mountain. Although there are occasional ups and downs, most of them are not large.

Three thousand six hundred years ago, the dividing line between the two regions was very vague and difficult to define. But the Juye of that era had their unique guardian, Marshal Baihu, who defended his own territory as the Immortal King.

Every half a month, he patrolled the entire border, unless something special has not been stopped for hundreds of thousands of years. This makes the border of this side extremely stable, and even the demons, known as evil, dare not invade the territory.

Three thousand six hundred years later, a shocking war will begin here.

A figure stood in the vast plain, red, like the muscles behind the skin, and the bones of the arms were resurrected, like sharp blades. There were also white bones rushing out of the muscles on the chest, like giant fangs and teeth, which wanted to swallow the flesh and blood of the world.

The aura is overwhelming, blood patterns intertwined, and the evil aura spreads everywhere. It is the Rakshasa King, one of the two kings of the Sea of ​​Blood.

The Rakshasa King closed his eyes and stood quietly, motionless, holding his breath and adjusting his mind.

After a long time, a red rainbow broke through the sky and fell opposite him. He was fat, with a rebellious and fierce light in his eyes, and his blood was high and he flew around his body. He was holding a long blood-colored sword in his hand, which was Shura.

When Shura landed, the Rakshasa king immediately opened his eyes and said gloomyly: "I really dare to fight. I really don't know how to be high."

While speaking, the evil spirit on his body was involuntarily released, like a poisonous dragon dancing wildly, which was shocking.

The other party is not only his opponent in this battle, but also his enemy who killed his son, and he is irreconcilable. Over the years, if it weren't for some problems in his practice, the Ancestor of the Styx had always disagreed with him in the bleed sea, and he probably had already rushed out to seek revenge on Shura.

Shura laughed. He stretched out his tongue and licked the blood-shadowed sword in his hand, looking at the Rakshasa King's eyes with a hint of greed: "If I don't respond to the battle, wouldn't it disappoint you?"

"Besides, my practice is just at a bottleneck and I need some supplements. Your son helped me go further in the past, and I'm afraid I'll ask you to help you today."

He once thought that if one day he became an immortal king, he would definitely kill all those whom he hated. But after he truly reached the realm of an immortal king, everything that happened was not as he thought.

Anyone who can reach the realm of the Immortal King is a peerless genius and extraordinary talent. Unless he uses hard practice like his elder brother to survive and be able to surpass the front line, it is almost impossible for others to achieve true qualitative change.

Because the great witch of the Witch Clan is easier to deal with without the soul, it is not so easy to deal with the Immortal King of the Immortal Clan. This is an objective fact that cannot be changed. If you want to do more at will, there is only one way: go further and enter the emperor realm.

Unlike Zhaoming's steady and steady action, Shura never disliked the strength he gained out of thin air. In his opinion, as long as he could become stronger, any method would be feasible.

Magical medicines, spiritual objects... and even absorb the blood and energy of others for your own use.

The last bottleneck was absorbed by Prince Rakshasa and was able to make a breakthrough. If King Rakshasa is absorbed again, the emperor's realm may be in front of you.

Not to mention that King Rakshasa took the initiative to invite the battle. Even if he didn’t have today, he would take the initiative to find a way to go to the sea of ​​blood to find trouble.

After laughing, Shura asked again: "Are you the only one? Where is the old ghost of the Styx? Let him come together!"

"Why do my elder brother need to take action when I kill you? Today, you are my prey!" King Rakshasa said in a deep voice. With his hand stretched out, a blood-colored sword appeared in his hand.

The sword edge is surrounded by blood and energy. Whether it is breath or pattern, it is eighty-point similar to Shura's Blood Shadow Mad Sword.

"First take your life. Then go find the old ghost of Styx!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shura had already slashed over with the blood shadow sword in his hand. His blood and energy were connected to the sky and the earth, filling the dome, like a mountain peak rushing from the horizon, with amazing momentum.

How could the King of Rakshasa show weakness? The blood-colored sword in his hand seemed to kill the sky and destroy the earth. He faced it with the geese flying backwards, swept across the universe, and smashed the universe.

The swords and swords collided, and the waves of air were stirring, as if they wanted to open the world. However, the two of them had no intention of retreating. They both tried their best to suppress the weapons in their hands, and did not retreat at all.

Through the swords and swords, the two faces were only two feet apart. This was the first time that the two of them had such a close encounter. The aura impact divided the heaven and earth into two halves, both of which were bright red and intertwined, making it difficult for them to distinguish.

"Rakshasa King, your era has passed! For so many years, I only know that I have hidden in the depths of the sea of ​​blood and no longer have the vicious aura of the past. How can a person who is not fierce enough exert the power of blood to the extreme! You... will never be my opponent."

Shura shouted loudly, and the blood energy burst out from the Blood Shadow's Mad Sword, soaring into the sky. With the roar, he actually bombarded the Rakshasa King.

"A place like the Sea of ​​Blood is just a waste for you. After this battle, let's change the master!"

With a loud shout, he circled rapidly with the man and the knife, like a sharp sword wheel full of thorns killing Rakshasa King. This attack was called Blood Wheel Slash. It had no earth-shaking momentum, but it gathered all its power on the blade, which made people feel even more terrifying.

The attack of the breath was at a disadvantage, which made the Rakshasa King furious. How could he bear it? The blood-colored sword could not be moved, and suddenly he picked the sword towards the sky.

The blood-collapse slash, a sword technique that condenses all blood energy at one point, explodes instantly when it hits the target, with amazing power.

Both of them knew that the other party was not a strong man who could be sent to the scene at will. Without too much temptation, they had already tried their best to take action.

The swords fought each other, and the blood light swept across the world like lightning. Countless cracks emerged, shattering the void, like glass rolling down, turning into pearls and jade, with a terrifying killing terror between the beauty.

The two figures flew backwards. As the moment they moved, Shura shouted deeply, and countless blood stings flew out, like a storm and storm, killing Rakshasa King.

At the same time, the Rakshasa King also sacrificed the sea of ​​blood, as if a red cloud came towards Shura.

The sword is like the wind, sweeping the red clouds, the sword is like lightning, and shattering the blood sting. It seems arrogant, but it dares not be careless.

Both of them are blood cultivators. Unlike other monks, the key to victory does not necessarily require direct killing. If you can hit your blood and energy into the opponent's body, even if it is just a strand of blood and a blood thorn like a hair, you can intervene in blood and energy, and this battle will be equivalent to winning half of it.

"Your blood is really weak!"

Shura laughed wildly, his figure flashed, and he took the initiative to attack. The Blood Shadow Crazy Sword came over like a storm.

The Rakshasa King is also famous for his murder, so how could he use dodge to deteriorate his own sharpness? The sword light was like rain, and it surged magnificently, killing Shura into a group.

They are all blood cultivators. Although this is the first time to fight, they are more than 80% of their skills. After one move, they will be clear in their hearts.

No matter how arrogant they say to each other, it is difficult to decide whether to win or lose, between five or five.

With a loud bang, the two figures separated. The Rakshasa king shouted in a deep voice, and countless blood qi surged out, turning into a sea of ​​blood surging behind him.

"How can I!"

Shura laughed loudly, and a sea of ​​blood condensed behind him, and the same waves spread across the sky.

“There are more!”

Shura shouted again, and in a burst of Buddha's words, the evil Buddha of blood condensed behind him, holding a blood-colored Zen stick in his hand, looking at the Rakshasa King with an evil smile, which was creepy.

King Rakshasa stabilized his mind and condensed countless blood beads in the sea of ​​blood, like blood-colored planets, rising and falling in the universe of the sea of ​​blood.

Goodbye, he sacrificed a blood-colored pearl, and the energy of heaven and earth surging in the void, shouting: "Blood Wheel Magic Formation!"

The lines fell from the blood-colored pearls and transformed into infinite blood qi. It was not only the sea of ​​blood behind the Rakshasa King, but also the sea of ​​blood behind the Shura.

The world was strangely quiet, and then waves were roaring everywhere, and the blood and energy between the world quickly moved, turning into a huge rotation array to trap Shura in the middle.

"I am the real Lord of the Sea of ​​Blood. Isn't it seeking death when I use the method of blood cultivation in front of me?"

King Rakshasa looked at Shura and said in a deep voice. At this moment, the formation he set up not only used the blood and energy he used, but also affected the blood and energy he used. Such cultivation is naturally proud.

But Shura was unmoved, with a smile on his face, as if he had never seen it, and just said loudly: "No wonder Prince Rakshasa, the bastard, has little ability, but his tone is very big. It turns out that he learned it from you, an old dog."

"In the past, your puppy was as arrogant as you, but in the end it became my supplement. Let you know how your puppy died today."

As soon as the words came, the Blood Shadow Blade danced wildly, and blood qi turned into scattered attacks on all directions.

Blood Shadows are chaotic, crazy indiscriminate attack sword techniques, everything except yourself is an attack target.

The surging blood beads could not withstand the terrible sword energy, shattered one by one, dazzling and dazzling.

But King Rakshasa was not surprised. The broken blood beads quickly condensed and killed them like meteor showers.

At the same time, countless figures in the vast ocean of blood slowly stood up and evolved into shape, and they all looked like Rakshasa King.

Although these clones are not as good as the real Rakshasa king, they are by no means comparable to the sub-saints, and they are even more victorious. As long as the blood array is still there, these clones will be endless.

"Idiot, have you forgotten how your son died?"

Shura laughed loudly, and the evil Buddha in the blood behind him threw out the skeleton beads in his hand, hovering in the void, becoming bigger and bigger, like eight huge skeleton planets, releasing a strange light.

If the power of blood can vaguely hear the sound of Buddha, it will emit a terrifying soul power.

The sound of Buddha swept through the sky, and the fierce and upright force actually shattered the clones condensed from the sea of ​​blood, without leaving any left.

A man who is so murderous, but he knows Buddhist supernatural powers, is unbelievable, but when he happens in front of him, it makes people have to believe it.

The echoing Buddha light made the blood array die in name only. At this time, Shura rose into the air, and the blood shadow sword in his hand condensed a ball of blood and killed him towards the Rakshasa King.

The Rakshasa King raised his sword to greet him. When the moment he was about to confront him, the blood light condensed on the Blood Shadow Crazy Sword suddenly increased, causing his heart to tremble. He thought it was already a secret thought. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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