"Ye Shaohao!" Xu Jie has never been so embarrassed in front of Ye Shaohao. He feels that he has lost face. The fire in his heart is getting stronger and stronger, and his eyes are completely cold. "Since you are seeking death yourself, you can't blame me!"
Turning his hand, Xu Jie had a long sword in his hand.
The sword is five feet long, the handle is also a foot and a half, the sword is more than a foot wide, half a foot thick, and weighs three hundred and sixty kilograms!
With such a weight, Xu Jie carried it easily, staring at Ye Shaohao with evil eyes.
Ye Shaohao was shocked when he saw this sword at first sight, Blood-Reverse Sword!
It's called Nixue, which actually means blood-eating. Maybe it drank too much blood, and even the blade of the sword turned a little red. The red color of the blood was very dazzling, producing patches of red light.
This is a seventh-level spiritual weapon, two levels higher than Ye Shaohao's, and the energy it can hit is more than 300 kilograms more. Coupled with Xu Jie's level 4 Ningyuan cultivation, it can almost allow him to compete with Ningyuan 56
A level warrior.
"Ye Shaohao, today I will let you taste the power of my counter-blood craze!" Xu Jie smiled coldly, touching the broken hair in front of his forehead, and felt an unprecedented anger filling his heart.
With the Blood-Reverse Sword in hand, the aura of blood filled his heart, and even his aura smelled of blood.
He wants to kill Ye Shaohao here!
There was a voice in his heart tempting Xu Jie: Kill, kill, kill, turn everything in front of you into blood!
He slowly raised the big sword. The red color of the sword was bright red under the sunlight, like a blood-devouring demon. He gently stroked the sword, and Xu Jie laughed: "Although this sword is not a spiritual treasure, it still has
With decades of history, it has changed hands with more than a dozen warriors, and I don’t know how much human and demon blood it has drunk. Ye Shaohao, please contribute your blood to it today!"
"Don't even think about it!"
Ye Shaohao shouted loudly, and while the blood-devouring skill was still effective, he swung his sword again and took the initiative to attack.
"Seven Phantom Strikes!"
Like the light of an electric sword, it flew and flew towards Xu Jie, with a murderous aura and cold light penetrating his body.
Xu Jie opened his eyes, holding the sword with both hands, accumulating spiritual power, and moved it all over his body, filling it with the blood-reverse sword. The sword became more and more vividly red, and the red light emitted, wrapping around the sword like red mist, almost dripping.
Come bright red blood.
"Counter-blood frenzy!!" roared loudly. When the sword light struck him, Xu Jie did not show off his legs like before. Instead, he took a step forward, shrunk to an inch, and suddenly moved forward, waving the big sword in his hand, fiercely
The sword light pointed towards Ye Shaohao.
The blood energy is like a frenzy, constantly emerging, and the red flames fill the space of several feet. The red light seems to tear the space apart, and rolls through the sea of blood like a tide!
"Bang!"
The sound of metal hitting metal is endless, rippling like a wave of mosquitoes.
Ye Shaohao felt a stinging pain in his ears, and then his vision went dark. The boundless weight was transferred from the sword blade to his hand, and then hit his body, almost crushing his bones.
His hand shook, and the force of the shock almost made it impossible for Ye Shaohao to grasp the hilt of the sword. Even with his blood-devouring skill, he could not bridge the gap between his cultivation level and his spiritual weapon.
Staggering back, Xu Jie neutralized his attack with just one blow!
"Eight Strikes of the Phantom!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Ye Shaohao turned around and quickly entangled him again. The sword light in his hand suddenly jumped a few feet away.
Xu Jie laughed loudly when he saw this: "Ye Shaohao, come back to your glory, let's see how long you can hold on! Use your nine strikes, so that you will fall down without me having to do anything, haha, you are not overestimating your own capabilities.
Trash, you are always so pitiful!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Jie took the initiative to attack and struck three times with his sword, all of which hit Ye Shaohao's sword.
The originally bright sword light gradually dimmed after a burst of sparkle, and its momentum became much weaker.
"Haha, let's see how you die this time!" Xu Jie became more and more happy. He grasped the sword tightly with both hands, gathered all his energy, and turned it into the final blow!
"The ghost of counter-blood!" With a sharp scolding, Xu Jie's big sword flew into the air, entwined with red light, as if it had turned into a real object, and suddenly flew towards Ye Shaohao's door.
As soon as the red light came out, Ye Shaohao felt boundless death energy rushing towards his face. He was greatly shocked. Once he was hit by this light, the devouring power of the Anti-Blood Sword would penetrate into his body, swallowing his vitality and severely damaging his body.
Body and soul.
The left is also death, the right is also death.
Fight!
Gritting his teeth, Ye Shaohao poured all his last energy into the sword body, and unleashed the Nine Phantom Strikes.
The nine phantom strikes, the ultimate number of phantom swords, the courage to strike the sky!
The white sword light suddenly surged, and was tangled up with the fierce red light. Bang! Bang! Bang!
After a few sounds, all the light gradually dissipated, and only one person was left standing in the field.
Xu Jie's hair was disheveled, his clothes had a few scratches, and his right hand holding the sword was trembling slightly. To his delight, it was him who was standing.
Where is Ye Shaohao?
More than ten feet away, it was Ye Shaohao who fell to the ground with his head up to the sky.
At this moment, his face turned red and then turned pale for a while, bright and large mouthfuls of blood poured out of his mouth like nothing, and he was extremely weak.
"It still didn't work..." Ye Shaohao felt sad and frustrated at the same time. This was already his greatest strength. He did not hesitate to use his strongest blow at the cost of his life, but he was still helpless against Xu Jie, the person he hated the most.
I feel unwilling to do so, I really feel unwilling to do so!
"Why, why is this, why was I born with a weak pulse!" Ye Shaohao's eyes were distracted, and he felt like all the bones in his body were scattered, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.
This is the sequelae of Devouring Blood Technique. Overdraft of vitality, not to mention the body and life, even the soul will suffer backlash.
He felt extremely weak coming from all around, almost making him give up on life. He felt very tired, and his body and mind were as if they were riddled with holes.
In confusion, he saw Xu Jie walking towards him with a proud look on his face, holding the Blood-Reverse Sword. Ye Shaohao mustered up his last bit of strength and put his fifth-level spiritual weapon into his exclusive savings ring.
Seeing that the fifth-level spiritual weapon in Ye Shaohao's hand was missing, Xu Jie roared angrily: "Ye Shaohao, you bastard, you won't hand over the spiritual weapon until you die!"
That was his trophy. The other party actually took back the saving ring when he saw that the situation was not good. No wonder he was so angry. You must know that the saving ring is usually tempered by its owner with his energy and spirit. As long as the other party does not die, if you want to use it from the inside
Taking things out requires a lot of effort.
Xu Jie did not dare to go up and give Ye Shaohao a sword to kill him at this time. It would only cause endless trouble for himself!
Ye Shaohao gradually came back to his senses, and was very satisfied to see Xu Jie furious, vomiting blood and sobbing: "That is... one of my parents' relics, unless... I die, otherwise don't... have any delusions!
"
Xu Jie was so angry that he stepped forward quickly and kicked Ye Shaohao three times on the waist.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Every kick was so strong and powerful that Ye Shaohao rolled on the ground several times before he stopped.
"Pfft..." Ye Shaohao vomited more blood. The bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth like a fountain, staining his clothes red along his neck. Fortunately, this was just ordinary blood. If it was Yuan Shen Essence blood, it would be enough to kill him.
Several times.
Xu Jie kicked for a while and couldn't finish venting. He wanted to teach Ye Shaohao a lesson. At this time, his follower rushed up and grabbed him: "Brother Xu, this guy only has half his life left now. First he lost his soul essence and blood, and then he
With the blood-devouring skill, I think he is close to death. Don't be like him. If he really dies at your feet, you will be in trouble."
"Yes, Senior Brother Xu, although no one here will sympathize with this waste, but after all, someone saw us entangled with him, this..." Another follower also expressed concerns.
Xu Jie calmed down his anger, glared at Ye Shaohao who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, and said: "If you are lucky enough to survive, if you don't hand over the Ning Yuan Pill in three days, I won't mind letting you enjoy what you have today again.
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Ye Shaohao groaned a few times and was speechless, but the stubbornness and resistance in his eyes were so strong.
"Let's go!" Xu Jie snorted coldly, put away the blood-reverse sword, and walked away with his followers.