No one expected that the sword held in the arms of the Sword Lord statue turned out to be a real sword, and now, stimulated by Jun Aotian's blood, he slowly pulled it out.
Although Ye Dong knew that the sword could not be a blood sacrifice, because the real blood sacrifice was on Jun Aotian's body, the sword that was rising slowly at this moment also emitted a blood-colored light, which was dazzling and illuminated.
The whole sky of the Buhui Sword Realm was covered.
Naturally, everyone in this world saw this mass of blood. They were startled and rushed towards this place in unison.
Ye Dong also couldn't see clearly what the sword shrouded in blood looked like, but he had no time to look at it at this moment. He gritted his teeth, mustered up all his strength, and pushed Mo Linglong next to him hard.
Mo Linglong was pushed back dozens of meters away by Ye Dong, but such a simple push made Ye Dong stumble and fall to the ground.
Because, at this moment, a terrifying pressure has completely enveloped the ten-meter radius of the Sword Master statue. Even Ye Dong now cannot resist this pressure.
On the contrary, Jun Aotian was fine at all, as if he was not affected by this pressure at all, probably because the blood of the Sword Master was flowing in his body. But at this moment, he was still as stunned as a stone, with a face full of shock.
Holding the sword that has been slowly pulled out half.
As for the others, although they rushed over immediately, they were all blocked by the bloody light and could not move forward at all. They also stared at the statue with horrified faces. Everyone was thinking about it.
Same idea.
"This, this is the strength of the Sword Lord? Just a statue left behind and a sharp sword that has not been completely unsheathed can release such terrifying pressure. What would happen if he appeared in real life?
A kind of scene? I’m afraid, the aloof God is nothing more than this!”
At the same time, Ye Dong, who fell to the ground, felt that the surrounding environment suddenly changed. At this moment, he was standing in a maple forest. The sun was setting, a breeze was blowing, and those red and fiery trees were blowing.
The maple leaves fell, like elves, sliding gracefully in the air.
The scenery was extremely beautiful, but unfortunately, Ye Dong was not in the mood to appreciate the scenery at all, because there was a person standing in front of him at this moment.
A handsome man dressed in white clothes, with flying black hair, and an ancient sword wrapped around his chest. In addition to his handsome appearance and tall figure, his elegance and restrained dignity that is revealed from time to time are even more eye-catching.
This person looks exactly like the statue Ye Dong saw just now.
Obviously, he is the sword master who has no regrets!
Ye Dong hesitated for a moment and said, "Second senior brother?"
The corners of Jun Buhui's mouth raised slightly, revealing a smile. Although Ye Dong was not a woman, seeing this smile at this moment, he couldn't help but secretly sigh. Even the handsome men from the Elf and Fox tribes were more beautiful than his second senior brother.
There is a huge difference.
If there could be a ranking list of handsome men, and all the men Ye Dong had seen were compared together, then no one would dare to be the first.
Jun Buhui said with a Zhexi smile, "Are you ready?"
Ye Dong asked in confusion: "What are you preparing for?"
The smile suddenly faded, and Jun Buhui's eyes flashed, which actually gave Ye Dong a dazzling feeling, and also let him know what he was going to prepare.
Obviously prepared to deal with Jun Buhui's attack!
Although Ye Dong didn't understand why he saw his second senior brother here, and why he would attack him as soon as he saw him, he had no time to think about these issues now.
With a flick of his hand, Jun Buhui threw out the scabbard of the ancient sword he was holding in his hand, and directly inserted it into the ground in the distance. At the same time, the sword in his hand, which was still glowing with blood, was thrown out along the
His body slowly turned in a clockwise direction.
The sword did not rotate very fast, but it actually left a bloody afterimage around his body. It looked like there were countless bloody swords arranged in a circle.
At the same time, a hot and sharp air flow shot out from Jun Buhui's body, completely covering Ye Dong in an instant.
Ye Dong's blood boiled all over and condensed into a substantial flame, burning fiercely. But even so, it was still difficult to resist Jun Buhui's momentum.
His eyes were fixed on the sword in Jun Buhui's hand, but he noticed that the surrounding scenery had changed again.
The color of the sky and the earth changed, and the wind and clouds surged. Standing in front of him, the figure of Jun Buhui, who was originally about the same height as himself, suddenly rose hundreds of feet taller at this moment, and instantly turned into a towering giant, standing in the clouds.
Above, he looked down at himself like an ant.
"Roar!"
A roaring dragon roar suddenly exploded between heaven and earth. Behind Congjun Buhui, a bloody divine dragon sprang out. Its whole body was shrouded in clouds and mist. It twisted and rolled, penetrated the clouds and mist, and then suddenly turned around,
Swooping towards Ye Dong, the dragon's mouth opened angrily, as if it wanted to devour him!
Ye Dong only felt that the flames on his body had been extinguished in an instant, and the spiritual energy in his body was surging. From the acupuncture points that were opened, there were also acupoint dragons rushing out and rushing towards the bloody dragon.
However, all the cave dragons were like turning into insignificant earthworms in front of the bloody divine dragon, and sixty cave dragons were instantly crushed into powder.
"Roar!"
Another earth-shattering roar came, and the bloody dragon's mouth was already close at hand. Ye Dong couldn't help but step back.
Suddenly, the surrounding scenery changed again, and the bloody divine dragon disappeared. In front of him, Sword Master Bu Regret, still had a smile on his lips, arms folded around his chest, standing there motionless, even with the sword
The ancient swords are still in his arms and have not been drawn out at all.
Ye Dong was sweating profusely, as if he had been fished out of the water, his face was full of horror, and his heart was filled with huge waves.
From the beginning to the end, his senior brother never moved at all?
But could the circular afterimage of the sword and the bloody dragon be just his own hallucinations? Or was everything in front of him actually an illusion?
Ye Dong murmured and asked: "Second Senior Brother, just now, just now..."
Jun Buhui said with an unchanging smile: "Sword Intent, what you felt just now is my Sword Intent!"
A deep feeling of powerlessness surged out of Ye Dong's heart. It was not even a substantial attack, it was just the sword intent released by his senior brother!
He almost died with his sword power alone. If his senior brother really drew his sword, he might not be able to take even one move.