Chapter 360 Thirteen types of killing the sky, killing the gods
Qin Changan stood above the sea of blood, holding the blood knife snatched from the man in his blood robe in his hand and his face was full of excitement.
Looking at the blood knife that was filled with countless cracks in his palms, which could collapse and disintegrate at any time, his mind moved slightly, and the sea of blood under his feet rippled, and a stream of blood suddenly gathered into his hands.
As these blood-colored gases gathered towards his right hand, the blood knife in his hand, which was already on the verge of collapse, condensed again.
The knife body was solid and constantly changing. The originally wide and thick knife body slowly changed, from wide to narrow, and finally completely turned into the appearance of a blood knife and was held in his hand.
"Chang the knife with your mind!"
Qin Changan's mouth was curved a little, and a smile appeared on his face.
After understanding, he understood that these two men in blood robe did not want to kill him, but demonstrated the true sword intent of the Thirteenth Stage of Killing Heaven to himself over and over again.
call!
The second blood-robed man attacked again, and it was still a Zanpo-shoulder style, but now it was no longer a threat to Qin Changan, and as before, his speed became extremely slow in his eyes.
After a long time, the blood knife in Qin Changan's hand pierced through the eyebrows of the second blood-robed man, and the latter exploded into countless blood and stirred up the sea of blood.
He closed his eyes and pondered, surrounded by sword energy, and his aura was domineering, and his aura changed drastically.
Standing on the sea of blood, his whole body seemed to be a giant sword unsheathed, with its sharpness revealed, and a terrifying murderous aura stirred ripples in the sea of blood around his body.
Boom!
The sea of blood rolled, causing a huge wave of dozens of meters. The turbulent sea of blood made Qin Changan come to his senses and stared at the sea of blood with his eyes tightly.
clang!
A terrifying sword force that was almost the same as his sword force gushed out of the sea of blood and turned into a blood-colored sword force and slashed him straight.
"Zenpo style!"
Qin Changan flipped his right wrist, raised his hand and fell. The powerful blood light from the blood knife rushed out, instantly slashing out the Zanpo style.
Two blood-colored sword auras collided in the air, and the blood-colored sword auras that Qin Changan slashed out almost instantly into countless blood-colored sword auras.
The blood-colored sword aura that slashed out from the sea of blood did not stop and continued to slash towards Qin Changan.
"Breaking the Void Style!"
Feeling the terrifying sword force contained on the sword aura, Qin Changan never took a step back, his eyes full of sharpness and sharpness.
After experiencing the baptism of the two blood-robed men before, his consciousness has quietly changed.
At this moment, he was rippling with sword force on his body, and he used the sword force to activate the Void Force. Although he had no spiritual power, when he cut out this sword, the surrounding sea of blood had cracked a gap and divided towards both sides.
The power of a sword penetrates ten meters deep into the sea of blood.
The heavy and majestic offensive as heavy as a mountain stirred up the blood sea, and two sword auras collided with each other. The majestic sword aura roared in anger, and countless tiny sword auras swept across the blood sea.
The blood knife in Qin Changan's hand was shining with a strong light, and he quickly pulled the distance closer and into the blood wave.
Click!
The blood wave broke through, and a man in the blood robe walked out of it, still carrying a blood knife in his hand, with a boiling knife aura all over his body.
The sword energy surged and soared into the sky. The scarlet sight of the man in the blood robe locked Qin Chang'an, causing the blood sea below to condense the sword force and slashed to his left.
Qin Changan's body suddenly appeared on the left, feeling the power of the sword, and raised the blood knife in his hand across his chest to protect his body.
Boom!
With a loud bang, the blood and energy sword roared.
Qin Changan's arms trembled, the blood knife in his hand shattered, his body was bombarded dozens of meters away, and he smashed hard behind.
The man in the blood robe held a blood knife in his hand, rolled up huge waves of blood sea, and cut out blood-colored swords without any stop.
"Thirteen stances of killing the sky, the God-Slaying Stage!"
A loud voice suddenly sounded in Qin Changan's mind, causing his consciousness to vibrate slightly.
But then, a hint of ecstasy flashed in his eyes.
Is this the power of wanting to understand the third form by yourself?
Boom!
The sea of blood kept shaking, causing huge waves to form, and the sword force continued to condense and form, all of which gathered on the blood sword in the hands of the blood robe man.
As these swords continued to gather, a strong light burst out from the blood sword, and a breath that made the soul tremble came out.
Just feeling this sword force, Qin Changan felt his consciousness dazed, as if there was a mysterious force that was making him give up resistance.
"Influence consciousness? Can the third form affect people's consciousness?"
Qin Changan had a sharp sword sound in his body, and his consciousness instantly recovered. He looked at the blood-colored sword energy that was slashed down in horror.
But the next moment...
"Come on!"
A fierce fighting spirit ignited in his eyes, and a blood knife instantly condensed in his right hand. The knife intention that he had just realized was released without any worries, causing a riot in the sea of blood.
Qin Changan carried this sword energy and rushed to the front, stepped deep into the sea of blood with one foot, held the knife in both hands and lifted it upwards, slashing it in the posture of the Vermillion Bird Flip Sky Seal to create the Void Breaking Stage.
The sword intent collided, and the sword energy was wide. Two sword auras collided together, and violent shock waves burst out everywhere.
Qin Changan's body trembled violently, and his throat was sweet and he was about to spit out a mouthful of blood, but he forced him to go back.
This made him feel a little confused.
What is his current state? He always thought he was an ideology before, but now it seems that he is not.
After all, it is impossible for consciousness to vomit blood, right?
The man in the blood robe was as fast as thunder, as if he was not affected by these impacts at all. He bullied himself again and headed straight to Qin Chang'an.
A ruthless sword intent rushed towards Qin Changan, boiling blood waves. With the advantage of not knowing pain in his body and his strange and impermanent speed, the blood knife in his hand crushed the surrounding space, approaching Qin Changan's neck infinitely
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Feeling this power, he didn't have time to think too much, and kept thinking about the previous swaying posture of the man in the blood robe.
The knife intention gathered towards the blood knife in his hand. He raised the blood knife in his hand and twisted his body according to the previous swaying posture of the man in the blood robe. He flipped his right wrist and raised the blood knife in his hand and suddenly slashed out a sword energy.
Boom!
The sea of blood blew up a huge pit dozens of meters deep with the collision of sword auras of the two. The sea of blood squeezed into all directions, rolling up a huge vortex, and the sound was like thunder, crushing all directions.
Qin Changan's body was ruthlessly smashed away, spitting blood constantly, and his arms were covered with dense blood marks.
But his face was full of excitement. Regardless of his injuries, he held the blood knife and rushed towards the blood-robed man again.
Rumble!
The war broke out again, Qin Changan was knocked away again and again, covered in scars and blood, but the fighting spirit in his eyes became stronger and stronger.
Continuously deepening my understanding of the God-Slaying Style, from being knocked away every time to being able to stabilize one or two times in the end.
Then we can completely compete with the blood-robed man from the front.
Until the end, although Qin Changan was covered in scars, the intent of the knife surrounding him had more than doubled, as if it was burning flames.
"Slaying God!"
The pupils of his eyes seemed to be burning with a wisp of flames. His body bent slightly, he held the hilt of the knife in his hands, and the sea of blood boiled under his feet, and a stream of blood flowed into the blood knife.
The sword intent gradually rose, and he took a sudden step forward. The blood knife slashed diagonally, slashing out a huge sword energy of twenty meters.