On the fourth-level sword diagram, Xingyue and the others stared at the blood cloud above the battlefield in amazement.
"I prove my sword by killing. No matter what happens in the future, I can still be considered a figure. I just don't know how far I can go in the end." The man in black mysterious clothes sighed softly.
The man in blue robes glanced at Xingyue and said, "This boy has a bright future. It's a pity to let him go like this. Swordsman Xingyue, we need an explanation from you."
Xingyue shook her head: "Two senior brothers, there are some things that little sister should not say more. You will know when the time comes. We cannot touch this person. Of course, if the two senior brothers are interested, they can form a good relationship with him. Maybe he will be useful in the future.
All."
There was a look of horror on the faces of the people in black Xuanyi and blue robes, but they were all very deep people in the city and could easily control their emotions. They looked at the spreading blood cloud below as if there was something wrong.
think.
Behind the battlefield, three strange men and women looked up at the strange changes in the battlefield ahead.
"It's the aura of killing! Someone wants to gather the sword energy of killing!" One of the men was surprised and unsure.
"Damn it! It's another killing swordsmanship! We can't let him successfully condense it, otherwise we, the Sea Clan, will shed endless amounts of blood!" Another man said excitedly.
The blue-haired woman glanced at the sword map covering the battlefield: "I'm afraid they won't give us a chance."
"If you don't try, how will you know that if you can't kill him, you can't destroy him?" The man sneered, raised his left arm and thrust directly into the void next to him. His left palm and forearm seemed to have penetrated into another space.
disappear completely.
At the same moment, a huge crack suddenly opened in the space above the blood cloud, and a huge black claw with a radius of more than a hundred feet protruded from the crack, covering the center of the blood cloud.
"Hmph! Looking for death!"
On the fourth-level sword diagram, the man in black mysterious clothes snorted coldly, waved his right robe sleeve, and a black sword light was released like the Milky Way, falling down, and struck the giant claw first.
A shocking roar immediately came from behind the beast's chao, and the giant claw quickly retracted into the crack, while a sharp severed finger more than ten feet long fell from the crack, and the space crack that was torn was quickly restored.
A hundred miles away, the strange man retracted his arm from the crack in space, his face was full of resentment, and a section of the little finger on his right hand was missing.
"Zi Guangyuan! One day, I will drink your heart's blood!" The monster man roared angrily, his voice was like a dragon's roar, and the terrible pressure swept out, making all the monsters tremble.
On the battlefield, the strange blood cloud did not last long. That was because the blood demons in the battlefield were gathered together. From the center, the blood cloud began to shrink sharply, and finally condensed into a phantom of an upright blood sword, and then this
The blood sword shrank again, one hundred feet, ten feet, one foot, and finally turned into the size of an ordinary spirit sword, floating quietly above Mo Wen's head.
As for Mo Wen, all his injuries had healed, and a sharp aura overflowed from his body, which was not even weaker than a third-level low-grade spiritual sword!
Slowly opening his eyes, Mo Wen reached up and grabbed the bloody sword in his hand. Then his figure swayed and disappeared from the place. The next moment, he had appeared in front of the forced retreating sword.
He reached the top of the third-level low-level monster several miles away.
This monster has a snake-like head, a slender neck, and four thick giant legs. It looked at Mo Wen with fear in its eyes, and subconsciously wanted to turn around and run away. But Mo Wen didn't give it a chance.
His right arm shook, and the blood sword in his hand turned directly into a thousand-foot-long bloody sword light, which penetrated from the monster's head, causing its head to explode.
Without even making a sound, the monster turned into a corpse.
In the distance, several Jian Yuan realm experts who had been paying attention to the situation here looked horrified and killed the third-level low-level monsters with one blow! Is this the power of the Sword Yuan Slaughter?
Mo Wen stared at the bloody sword in his hand and sighed softly: "The killing sword element is finally completed."
With a slight throw, the bloody sword quickly shrank, and finally fell into Mo Wen's left eye, turning into a sword shadow and disappearing.
His Demonic Evil Condensing Pill Technique has finally been completed, and it has reached the highest state of sword essence. The next step is to nurture this sword essence and make it grow. When the sword essence is fully mature, it will be the day when the Evil Evil Condensing Pill Technique is completed.
, if he wants to make another breakthrough, it will be a matter of the future. With his current knowledge, he cannot deduce the realm after the Sword Origin Realm. Only when his cultivation truly reaches the perfection of the Sword Origin Realm, he may be able to get a glimpse of it.
Looking around the battlefield, there was no monster within a thousand feet that dared to approach. After condensing the killing sword energy, the murderous intention released by Mo Wen was too strong. In addition, he had just killed a third-level low-level monster with one sword.
Its power makes all the first and second level monsters tremble with fear.
"roar!"
"Ugh!"
Two beast roars sounded one after another, and two huge waves of demonic energy quickly approached from a distance, and there were two more third-level demonic beasts! And they were third-level mid-level demonic beasts!
Mo Wen snorted coldly. If it was before the breakthrough, maybe he would have fled, but now not only the killing sword essence has been condensed, but even his sword body has been broken through due to absorbing the spirit of the broken sword, reaching the third level, the main element.
Ling Geng has reached the peak of the early stage of Jian Yuan, and his overall strength has increased more than ten times. Even if he faces the late stage spirit sword master of Jian Yuan, he is confident to fight, let alone two third-level mid-level monsters?
The bloody sword shadow in his left eye flashed, and the whole person was enveloped in a layer of bloody sword light, which turned into a sword rainbow and rushed forward.
The fierce battle on the thousand-mile battlefield continues. Although the Sea Clan is endless in number, reinforcements from the Human Clan are also coming in a steady stream. The two sides are in a stalemate. The third-level and above combat power of both sides are very restrained and do not take action casually. Because of these
Human fighting is no joke. A single strike can tear apart space. If a battle breaks out, it can turn the world upside down. Even a battlefield thousands of miles away is not enough for them to wreak havoc.
"Damn it, although these weak human races are not physically strong, they can make sword talismans, sword diagrams and various spiritual weapons. Their overall strength is no worse than our sea race, and they can withstand us several times or even dozens of times with just a few people.
Times their combat power!" The monster man with severed fingers said bitterly.
"I didn't plan to break through this time. I just tested their troop distribution and mobilization. Now that I've almost got the results, I'd better go back." Another man said tepidly.
The enchanting blue-haired woman's beautiful eyes moved as she glanced somewhere on the battlefield, nodded, took off a conch-like horn from her waist, and blew it.
A dull and distant sound came from far away, and soon spread across the battlefield thousands of miles away. The bodies of the deep sea monsters who were fighting fiercely trembled, stopped attacking, and turned around one by one and left, while the spirit sword masters did not pursue them.
, such a long and high-intensity battle, even an iron man cannot withstand it.
Soon, the beasts retreated slowly, leaving behind corpses everywhere. The corpses of monsters and humans piled up in a thick layer on the seabed, while more limbs and broken arms were floating in the sea. In this battle, the human race invested a total of 100,000 troops.
There are more than 83,000 people, of which the Hai Clan has over 500,000, nearly 20,000 spirit sword masters are buried here forever, and the number of corpses of the Hai Clan is over 100,000. The battle damage ratio between the two sides is basically the same.
"This fellow swordsman is invited by three venerables."
When the human race was cleaning up the battlefield, a mid-Jian Yuan spiritual sword master found Mo Wen, and his sword showed a touch of respect. The reason was for no other reason than this man practicing the killing swordsmanship, and he killed three heads and three heads on the battlefield just now.
The lower-level monsters fought against two third-level mid-level monsters alone, and finally killed one and severely damaged another. This kind of performance can be ranked among the more than 300 Sword Origin Realm spirit sword masters who participated in this battle.
of.
"Your Majesty?"
Mo Wen's eyes flashed slightly. In the world of spirit sword masters, the only ones who could call themselves venerable were spirit sword masters above the Sword Yuan realm.dd