"The law is spiritual!" Yin Xiuxuan muttered silently in his mind. If it is true that the law is spiritual, he would just admit defeat. There is nothing to compare with it. However, although the number of these bloody daggers in front of him is terrifying, they simulate "the law is spiritual".
state, but it is not "the law has spirit" after all.
With a sneer on his lips, Yin Xiuxuan raised his hand and scratched the ground. He heard a "crack" sound, and ice spikes sprung out of the ground like bamboo shoots after a rain, and circled around Yin Xiuxuan, protecting him inside.
"In this case, fellow Taoist, please take action. Time is running out. If fellow Taoist doesn't take action, Yin will be considered victorious!"
After hearing these words, Yin Qizong let out a cold snort, and the bloody blades all over the sky suddenly turned around, pointed directly at Yin Xiuxuan, and flew towards him in unison.
When Yin Xiuxuan saw it, his face condensed, and he squeezed the void in his hand. An ice spear appeared in his hand, and he repeatedly clicked the ice spikes in front of him with his other hand. He saw the ice spikes rising into the sky and flying towards the bloody blade.
passed.
The blood blades were overwhelming, and although the number of ice spikes was quite large, they were far from enough to reach them. They rushed into the blood blades, but they broke through the formation slightly, causing the blood blades to scatter a little.
Seeing the opportunity, Yin Xiuxuan tapped his feet and jumped out. With a slight shout, the ice spear in his hand danced like a long sword, grabbing the flowers and fighting for the big, and wound out three blood blades to stab.
"Bang" the ice spear in Yin Xiuxuan's hand shattered, and the first bloody blade also disintegrated and disappeared. Yin Xiuxuan pinched his sword, and another ice spear appeared out of thin air, and the gun's momentum continued toward the second bloody blade.
With two consecutive explosions, three ice spears in Yin Xiuxuan's hand were shattered, and three blood blades were also broken. However, he summoned all the ice spikes from below, but only consumed more than twenty blood blades.
Yin Xiuxuan looked back to the ground, and another ice spike rose up, swishing through the ground, and hitting the bloody blade in the sky. He also held an ice spear and rushed forward with a loud shout.
The ice gun shattered and the blood blade exploded. Wherever Yin Xiuxuan passed, he brought up a stream of ice chips and blood flowers. Then he moved his feet to avoid the pursuit of other blood blades. Instead of summoning ice spikes to resist, he then
I looked for gaps, picked out the scattered places, and picked them out.
Back and forth, Yin Xiuxuan summoned the ice spike ten times in a row, and the blood blades in the sky were reduced by half. At this time, he took a deep breath, stood behind the ice spike, and took a short rest.
A loud laugh suddenly burst out from the blood mist, and Yin Qizong's voice came out. It was no longer as elegant as before, but was a little hysterical, "I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Yin had such a method. If I hadn't known that Fellow Daoist is a disciple of Yi Yunzong,
Yin thought you were the direct descendant of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, that’s right, Yin still has hundreds of blood spirits on hand, since Fellow Daoist Yin is so good, let’s try again!”
After saying that, I saw that the blood mist was stirring and making a constant whooshing sound, and then I saw blood blades flying out one after another, and they were arranged all over the sky. At a glance, there were five or six hundred of them. After they were radiated, they were
The blood mist that enveloped Yin Qizong also became much darker and more transparent, as if half of its power had been drained away.
Looking at the hundreds of bloody blades all over the sky, Yin Xiuxuan's face turned pale, he frowned, and with a wave of his hand, he saw dozens of talismans scattered out, releasing freezing energy one after another to replenish the previous consumption.
"Since Taoist friend values Yin so much, Yin Xiu has no choice but to fight to the death. However, if Yin dies, please don't blame Yin for his mistake and not giving the formation to fellow Taoist!"
After hearing this, the exposed face of Yin Qizong twitched, and his handsome face was a bit ferocious. How could he not hear such an obvious threat? He snorted coldly and said through gritted teeth: "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Yin."
That is, Yin will definitely spare your life!" After saying that, he roared, and the bloody blades fell from the sky like a rain of swords.
Yin Xiuxuan also shouted loudly, muttering words in his mouth, and kept using spells in his hands. He saw that the ground was filled with ice spikes that filled the surrounding area ten feet away, but the number was far less than that of the blood blades. He raised his hands, and the ground was filled with ice spikes soaring into the sky.
The blood blade exploded, and large ice fragments and blood flowers scattered down, covering the more than ten feet of ground like clouds and fog.
After all, the ice spear did not lower the blood blade, but after resisting for a few breaths, it was suppressed. No matter how hard Yin Xiuxuan struggled, even if he chased after him with the ice spear, it had no effect at all. With a bang, the blood blades filled the sky like the sky.
It fell down like a collapse, crushing Yin Xiuxuan and all the ice spikes on the ground.
Seeing this situation, Yin Qizong let out a hearty laugh in the thin blood mist. Suddenly, a figure jumped out from among the countless blood blades. It was not Yin Xiuxuan, but someone else.
Yin Xiuxuan was dressed in ragged clothes, holding an ice gun, smashing bloody blades, and ran towards Yin Qizong.
Yin Qizong smiled coldly. He had just controlled the blood blade to avoid Yin Xiuxuan's vital points. This situation had been expected by him. With a move of his hand, the blood mist surrounding him suddenly turned into a long whip and fell into the air.
With a whip in his hand, Yin Xiuxuan's running pace was immediately stopped, and he jumped and dodged away.
Seeing Yin Xiuxuan's embarrassment, Yin Qizong laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist Yin, at this point, why don't you admit defeat? Then don't blame Yin for being ruthless!"
Suddenly, Yin Xiuxuan raised his head. There was no trace of anger, helplessness or hatred on his face. Instead, there was a strange smile that seemed to be a trick.
When Yin Qizong saw it, he couldn't help but feel a thump in his heart. He looked around hurriedly, but there was no trace of ice or snow. He suddenly felt that he was being teased. He turned back to look at Yin Xiuxuan, but he shouted loudly, drew out the last trace of blood mist, and...
Raising his long whip, it suddenly turned into dozens of whip shadows and fell towards Yin Xiuxuan.
Yin Xiu
"You actually have a flying sword!" Yin Qizong was shocked when he saw Yin Xiuxuan's flying sword. He raised his hand and touched the storage bag, and the folding fan flew out and fell towards Yin Xiuxuan.
When Yin Xiuxuan saw the folding fan, he was not surprised but happy. He laughed. The sword lotus fell and split into two smaller sword flowers, holding the whip shadow on one side and blocking the folding fan on the other.
Yin Qizong smiled coldly, "Let's see what other hands you have..."
Before he finished speaking the word "means", Yin Qizong's face suddenly turned aside, he lowered his head and looked at his feet with a look of shock on his face, shouted loudly, and was about to jump up.
Yin Xiuxuan held the whip shadow and the folding fan with one hand. Seeing this situation, he sneered: "It's too late, the falling wood will rise!"
As soon as the words fell, before Yin Qizong could jump up half a foot, he saw several wooden thorns with metallic luster at the tips rising into the sky, and they penetrated Yin Qizong's chest, head, dantian and other vital parts.
In the past, if it had been worn properly now, I am afraid that this dignified young master from the Demon Sect would have turned into a meat skewer today.