Soul Emperor Martial God
Chapter 1200: The death of evil repair

Chapter 1200: The death of evil repair

Swish...wish...wish...

Xiao Yi no longer condensed flames, but came out with a sword.

Suddenly, with a radius of one hundred meters, the sword spirit is vertical and horizontal.

The cold and sharp sword air, densely packed, all hit the old man.

The old man did not dodge, but stared at Xiao Yi coldly.

Countless sword auras hit him, but they were all blocked by the Yin sting aura wrapped around him.

The power of the Blood Devouring Bead will not be exhausted in a day, and it will not hurt him at all.

Xiao Yi also had no choice but to make the last attempt.

This is his last resort. If it is not exhausted, he can only...

Xiao Yi thought this way, gritted his teeth, and waved the cold sword in his hand like a dance.

So far, almost all the methods Xiao Yi could use have been used, but there is still no way to eat the blood bead.

Going like this, he can only die.

But, in fact, he still has a hole card, something that has always been the biggest hole card.

Yes, Bingluan sword.

It's just that the backlash is too terrible.

That kind of extreme cold backlash was one of his few unbearable pains.

Of course, Xiao Yi didn't care about this kind of pain.

What he cares about is his previous backlash experience, which he can vividly remember.

After each backlash, the injuries suffered are almost impossible to treat with the pill.

The meridians in the body are riddled with sores, raging into chaos, and the mind is also severely injured, and can only be healed slowly by self-cultivation.

Xiao Yi didn't have time to get injured, and didn't have time to wait for his injuries to heal.

And the blood-devouring bead, such an ancient evil weapon, is by no means trivial; I am afraid that even if it can be destroyed and the old man is killed, he will have to lose half his life.

If it is more serious and the cultivation level drops, it is also possible that oneself will fall short of his hard work for half a year.

If there were other ways, he would never use the Bingluan Sword.

But if there is really no way, instead of running out of blood pill power and waiting for death, he can only try his best.

Swish...wish...wish...wish...

The raging sword energy blasted for an hour.

However, the old man remained unscathed.

On the Blood Devouring Orb, there is not much power loss.

Xiao Yi was shocked by the blood energy contained in the Blood Devouring Bead.

However, the old man was also horrified.

"The sword aura for such a long time is vertical and horizontal, and the breath has not weakened in the slightest." The old man stared at Xiao Yi in surprise.

"How can it be possible for a mere sacred peak to have such an amazing vitality."

Xiao Yi ignored the old man's startled words, and held Leng Yan's sword tightly in his hand.

Then the figure flashed and slashed straight at the old man.

"Blood World Slash." Xiao Yi shouted violently, slashing with all his strength.

This will be his last cut, the last attempt.

If there is still no half effect, you can only use the Bingluan sword.

Cang...

On Leng Yan's sword, blood was surging, and before approaching the old man, the sword's edge turned and slashed heavily on the blood-devouring bead.

"Or the same method?" The old man smiled coldly, unmoved.

"It's useless, at most for a long time, your **** killing intent will definitely be exhausted."

"At that time, the old man will take your life and get out of trouble, Jie Jie Jie Jie."

The cold laughter was full of pride, and there was also an uncontrollable killing intent when looking at Xiao Yishi.

The Blood Devouring Bead is still unscathed.

Xiao Yi's face was ruthless, and his mind was connected with the Bingluan Sword in his body.

This is his last resort.

However, when he was about to condense the Bingluan sword and mobilize the power inside...

Suddenly, on Leng Yan's sword, a burst of light flickered.

"Huh?" Xiao Yi was startled, "Sword Spirit?"

Leng Yan's sword, the body of the sword kept shaking.

"Do you want to absorb these forces?" Xiao Yi's expression changed.

There was a sword spirit in Leng Yan's sword, Xiao Yi had known it a long time ago.

He remembered that he warned Sword Spirit.

He knew that now the shaking and gleaming of the sword's body were the sword spirit asking for his master's consent.

"Suck it, **** it hard for me." Xiao Yi reacted instantly, cheering and shouting.

It was almost the moment when Xiao Yi's voice fell.

The blade of Leng Yanjian stopped shaking, but the light became more intense.

"Huh?" The old man, who was unmoved, his expression of disdain and murderous intent, suddenly changed his face.

"Absorbing the power in the Blood Devouring Orb?"

"Huh, it's a mere middle-grade sacred artifact.

The old man sneered, and within a thought, the blood-devouring bead's rays of light mastered.

The Blood Devouring Orb is controlled by him.

However, ten seconds later, the old man's face has changed drastically.

"How is it possible that the Blood Devouring Orb is no match for the absorption of a mere middle-grade holy artifact?" In the eyes of the old man, there was incredible color.

"Boy, get out of here." The old man finally made his first shot.

With a dry palm, he strove to Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yiyi was not afraid, the sword energy in his hand condensed, and he pointed out directly.

The fingers of the sword collided with the dry palms, but they were in a stalemate for an instant.

"If there is no Blood Devouring Bead, I don't need to be afraid of you." Xiao Yi smiled disdainfully.

Xiao Yi held the sword in one hand, the sword touched the blood-devouring bead; the other hand, the sword fingers, stalemate with the old man's dry palm.

The confrontation between the two was going on like this, but for the first time there was a victory or defeat.

It can be clearly seen that the light on the Blood Devouring Bead is dimming continuously, and the breath that it exudes is becoming weaker.

On Leng Yan's sword, the light became stronger and the breath became more surging.

"How is it possible, how is it possible..." The old man was crazy.

The blood energy that he worked so hard to absorb, the blood of countless monsters and human warriors, was actually quickly absorbed by others?

Between him and the Blood Devouring Bead, his breath is connected.

He can clearly feel the rapid loss of power in the Blood Devouring Orb, and even the vitality in his body is constantly losing.

"Impossible...impossible..." The old man could no longer remain calm.

Crazy Yuanli constantly erupted from his palm, trying to retreat Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi looked at it coldly, not afraid of it.

The sword qi in the sword's fingers firmly resisted the old man's vitality.

And the Leng Yan sword in the other hand was observing Xiao Yis order, violently absorbing the blood energy power in the Blood Devouring Bead.

Xiao Yi looked at the shining Leng Yanjian with a look of surprise on his face.

The Blood Devouring Orb is indeed an ancient evil weapon, extremely powerful.

But Xiao Yi remembered that the Leng Yan sword was also forged from the beginning, and it had already convinced Wan Jian within the sword domain.

Although I don't know why such a powerful sword is just a middle-grade holy weapon.

But Xiao Yi only needs to know that it has completely suppressed the Blood Devouring Orb, and that's it.

"It seems that it was you who died after a long time." Xiao Yi sneered at the old man.

"Impossible...Impossible...Damn it, you **** it." The old man looked crazy.

Evil cultivation, cultivating evil Dao, when this old man possesses the Blood Devouring Orb, he is indeed powerful, and even the eight deputy hall masters can't help it.

But now it is also obvious that the mood is abnormally unstable.

However, within ten minutes, the breath on the Blood Devouring Orb dropped rapidly.

"Damn, **** you..." The old man stared at Xiao Yi with crazy eyes.

"You damn..."

This is the last word of the old man.

Boom... A shocking sound raged across the monster forest in an instant.

"Blode?" Xiao Yi's pupils shrank, and his face changed drastically.

The self-destruction of a martial arts emperor, or how terrifying the power at such a close range?

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