The terrifying wind pressure swept away the clouds and mist, forming a huge blood-colored vortex hovering over the blood-colored battle flag.

The blood-colored battle flag, which is thirteen meters long, stretches across the sky, like a sharp axe in the hand of a giant, cutting through the sky.

Swish—!

The sky seemed to have been torn a crack.

Ye Wuzong raised his head and looked at the huge battle flag sweeping towards the flying chariot, slightly surprised.

The Holy Law of Heiwu Mountain is generally closely related to bloody sacrifices.

The saints of Heiwushan practice evil skills and like to soak or bathe in blood to open up the meridians and gain supreme divine power.

But like Wu Kexing, there are very few scholars who are good at tempering the body of a barbarian monster. Ye Wuzong has such a good eye-catching ability, and naturally he can see that Wu Kexing is a physical genius with a physical body comparable to the top monster beast at the ground level!

"It's going to be smashed!" Cheng Xuanji looked up and his face turned pale.

The blood-colored battle flag was almost half as high as the golden flying chariot. If it was smashed down, the Fiery Sun Formation would not be able to resist it.

An Ran also had a pretty face slightly pale, holding the mysterious sword in her hand tightly, as if facing a great enemy.

The next moment, there was a loud bang, and the sky was filled with smoke!

Everyone below was in a panic.

"Oh my God, that bloody battle flag is too big. That Wu Kexing holds the battle flag and waves it, and he is simply born with divine power!"

The power of the battle flag is not only very strong, but also very fast. If the average Martial King Realm is hit, it will probably be smashed into a pool of meat paste in an instant!

"Haha, I am worthy of being the chief of the Baiyan Branch. I can sacrifice the Black Witch Blood King Flag to a length of thirteen meters. The casting force is like a sword. If I, Yi Meitian, faced this method, I would probably have to avoid the edge for the time being." Yi Meitian gently stroked his palm and sighed.

Mu Hanyan also watched this scene quietly in the void. At this moment, she couldn't help but look at Wu Kexing for a longer time, but she didn't expect that this person actually had such tricks!

If this powerful method can be widely used on the battlefield, the combat effectiveness of the military headquarters will be greatly improved, and killing enemies will be easier than trampling on ants to death!

Yi Meitian showed a hint of regret on his handsome face: "Hey, I think Ye Wuzong is also a genius of a generation. He is so proud that he plans to fight against three. Before we arrived at the cave area, he gave his life here. It's so sad."

Mu Hanyan held the silver spear tightly and said coldly: "What's even more regrettable is that he was not killed by me personally."

"Don't rush to brag, take a look ahead." Wu Kexing suddenly said in a deep voice at this time.

"Hmm?" Yi Meitian and Mu Hanyan's faces changed one after another, and they turned to look.

The smoke and dust had slowly dispersed, and suddenly, the flying chariot still brought golden light and rushed out into the distance.

At the end of the smoke and dust dispersing, Ye Wuzhi, dressed in black, appeared in another section of the bloody battle flag.

He was not dead.

Not even injured.

Even without any injuries.

The Nine Prison Sword in his hand pressed on his left shoulder, just blocking the angry blow of the bloody battle flag.

At this moment, whether it was Yi Meitian and the other three, or the hundreds of warriors watching the battle below, they were silent at the same time.

They looked at Ye Wuzong in amazement.

"Stop, block it?"

"Wait, what is that?"

A dazzling white light began to emerge from Ye Wujin's shoulders. The white light shone through the void in an instant, instantly condensed, turning into a five-meter-high white-clothed sword cultivator's phantom.

The spirit of the sect-level sword cultivator!

Ye Wuzong said lightly without expression: "It is like a fool to want my life with this little trick."

After saying that.

Ye Wujin exerted force on his arm.

The Nine Prison Sword was slightly raised against the bloody battle flag.

Wu Kexing held the blood-colored battle flag on the other end and instantly felt the huge power coming from Ye Wuzong Sword, and his face couldn't help but change again and again!

"cut!"

Ye Wuzong shouted loudly, and the Nine Prison Sword instantly threw away the blood-colored battle flag, and then the sword slashed out a half moon into the void.

A shocking sword light, carrying a dazzling white light, slashing out towards Wu Kexing as if it was torn through the sky!

In this sword, Ye Wuzong did not use the sword skill of the Hundred Kings, but simply mobilized the sword energy that could be mobilized at the fastest speed.

"His sword power has become several times stronger!" Wu Kexing immediately realized something was wrong, but it was too late.

Boom--!

The blood on the bloody battle flag was weakened by at least half, and Wu Kexing was also affected by the sword edge, and a blood mark immediately appeared on the white robe.

He groaned and looked up at Ye Wuzong in horror.

"How could this happen? His sword..." Mu Hanyan was also shocked by this scene. Wu Kexing was definitely not pretending, but she couldn't understand why there was such a strong contrast effect when the realm was so different?

"There is indeed a ghost on Ye Wujin!" Yi Meitian had to look at Ye Wujin in front of him.

But unexpectedly, although Wu Kexing was injured by the sword, he was not annoyed at all, but instead showed a smile on his face.

"It turns out that I am a swordsman. I have to admit that I underestimated you just now. I, Wu Kexing, really want to see that with such a powerful sword technique, you can cut out a few more swords!"

"Black Mist Blood King Flag, Fighting the Eight Gods!"

Wu Kexing once again held the bloody battle flag. This time, the thirteen-meter-long battle flag doubled again, turning into twenty-six meters long.

He held the battle flag in his hand, jumped hundreds of feet, facing the steep sun hanging above the sky, no longer talking nonsense, the battle flag fell down again!

The void seemed to have been smashed into a huge depression, and with several times more oppression than before, it hit Ye Wuzong.

boom--!

The phantom of the white-clothed sword cultivator above Ye Wujin's head was caught off guard by the battle flag and flew out a hundred feet away.

A hundred feet away, Ye Wuzong paused and stood firm in the void. He looked down at his slightly trembling right arm, and his face darkened.

"In terms of power alone, Wu Kexing's move just now is comparable to the sword power of the Thirty Kings' sword."

Wu Kexing's flag break just now was called the Eight Gods of War. From the literal meaning, it may be a hit eight times.

But in fact, the banner just now had already merged with the power of his three gods, and the five gods had not been used.

Wu Kexing's face also darkened. The power of the Three Gods styles actually only defeated the other party, but did not cause substantial damage!

"Ye Wuzong, have you also practiced the method of tempering the body of the barbarian monster?"

He could only think of this possibility, otherwise it would be the phantom of the white-clothed sword cultivator above Ye Wujin's head!

Ye Wuzong did not answer. He looked at the mountains below and could vaguely feel that a large group of masters were gathering here.

"Called!"

The rows of mountain peaks are like a mountain city, with caves hanging on the hillside, at the foot of the hill, and at the top of the hill.

This is the cave area near the core area. It is said that each cave is a natural place of cultivation.
Chapter completed!