Soul Emperor Martial God
Chapter 1201: Powerful Sword Repair

Chapter 1201: Powerful Sword Repair

boom

The violent explosion raged across the monster forest instantly.

Wait until the explosion falls.

A radius of tens of miles has been razed to the ground.

On the ground, dozens of layers were scraped off.

From a distance, these dozens of miles are like a huge pothole.

And there was nothing in the pothole.

The only thing is the young man with a sword in the center.

"Puff." Xiao Yi spouted out blood, still standing in place.

Normally, with such a terrifying self-destruction, he should be bombarded for dozens of miles.

However, the Leng Yan sword in his hand was tightly holding the Blood Devouring Bead.

And his hand seemed to be tightly absorbed by Leng Yanjian.

Therefore, the explosion just now did not blast him into the air, but it did the same, causing him to face the terrifying self-detonation.

The tops are in tatters.

All skin and flesh, mostly cracked.

This was because he reacted extremely quickly, and the moment the old man exploded, his body's vitality exploded, and four powerful flames instantly protected him.

Four powerful flames blocked most of the self-detonation power.

Otherwise, he might be dead now.

But even so, his injury is still extremely serious.

On both arms, the skin and flesh were cracked and bones were seen. On the chest, there was a wound that was almost pierced, blood flowing.

If such an injury is not treated in time, there will still be life threats.

It's just that he can't get out at all now.

"Uh." Xiao Yi gritted his teeth, and the severe pain in his whole body made him extremely uncomfortable.

The arm that originally condensed sword energy was already weakly hanging down.

The other hand holding the sword, if it hadn't been holding the Leng Yan sword, would have fallen down now.

With such a serious injury, he didn't even have the strength to raise his arm or move a step.

Faced with suffering a crazy martial arts emperor who blew himself up, it was amazing that he could not die.

As for the fact that he can't get out of his body, Leng Yanjian is still tightly holding the Blood Devouring Bead.

On Leng Yan's sword, the light was extremely bright, and Xiao Yi could even feel the joy of the sword spirit in the sword.

It proved that Leng Yanjian was absorbing happily.

Xiao Yi can't do it even if he wants to collect his sword now. Of course, he doesn't have that strength either.

"Suck it faster." Xiao Yi cried out weakly.

Later, I intend to mobilize the vitality of the body, temporarily suppress the injury, and warm the body.

It was discovered that an inexplicable cold force in the body completely filled the body.

In Leng Yan's sword, a force passed into his body through his arm.

That is the power of blood within the Blood Devouring Bead.

At this time, part of these powers was absorbed by Leng Yanjian; part of them entered his body, continuously strengthening his blood core.

"Damn it, you can absorb it yourself, you don't need to give it to me." Xiao Yi gritted his teeth and let out a cry.

Cang...

The blade of Leng Yanjian shook.

However, the power of blood energy in Xiao Yi's body was not weakened at all.

It seems that in the eyes of the sword spirit of Leng Yanjian, it is good, and its owner cannot be forgotten.

Gradually, the strength of the blood qi in the body has not weakened, but has become more surging.

The blood pills continue to grow, and the body is constantly filled with this blood energy.

But the same was true. This blood energy completely suppressed the movement of the small world in Xiao Yi's body.

If Xiao Yi was in his heyday, he could naturally suppress this force.

But now that he is seriously injured, he doesn't even have the strength to raise his hand, how can he do it?

"Absorb it faster." Xiao Yi could only say helplessly.

Afterwards, the other hand that was unable to hang down forced a bullet, and a pill from within the Universe Ring bounced up and dropped precisely into the entrance.

The pill enters the abdomen and turns into pure strength, temporarily relieving some injuries.

For such a serious injury, the pill alone has little effect.

I still have to cooperate with my own strength.

"Huh." Xiao Yi exhaled slightly and waited.

...

At the same time, outside the Tianling Forest.

A figure passed by in the air.

"Huh?" The figure frowned slightly and glanced under her eyes.

"What an amazing cold breath, evil things are born?"

The figure muttered to himself, and the elegant figure slowly fell.

"Formation?" The figure fell over the forest, but was stopped by the formation.

The entire forest has long been blocked by the formation of the formation of a group of mages combined by the deputy head of the Tianji Temple.

"Broken." The figure whispered softly.

A sword qi in his hand condenses, lightly.

Puff... the moment the sword energy fell, the formation instantly collapsed.

The deputy master of the Palace of Heavenly Secrets, together with the formation of thousands of mages, was actually waved and broken.

Moreover, the visitor is obviously a sword repairman.

Looking at Zhongyu, he can have such a skill, and he is a sword repairer, one of the few.

The formation was broken, and the figure floated down.

"Huh? Blood-devouring beads?" The moment the figure fell, he immediately noticed the source of the overwhelming cold air, and recognized the blood-devouring beads at a glance.

In the next second, the figure's gaze turned to Xiao Yi beside the Blood Devouring Bead.

Xiao Yi was also aware of it and looked at the incoming person.

Almost the moment when he looked at someone coming, Xiao Yi's expression changed.

Lai Ren, a middle-aged man, looks extraordinary and elegant, but has a pair of sharp and shocking eyes.

Xiao Yi just glanced at that gaze, and was already shocked.

He has no way to perceive human strength.

In his perception, this person's breath is like a swan wind above the clouds, high and cold, cold and bitter.

The aura of this person is like an endless abyss, unfathomable.

But the eyes of this person alone are like a sharp sword that can rise up into the sky, surpass the cloud sky, and go straight down to Yuanming, with nothing to stop.

"What an amazing sword repairer." Xiao Yi was shocked.

At this moment, the visitor frowned and looked at Xiao Yi, "Is absorbing the power of the blood-devouring bead?"

"I have long heard that there are evil cultivators doing evil in the Quartet, bloodbathing the big city, weird and evil, I didn't expect it to be so young."

After the visitor said, he shook his head, a sword aura in his hand condensed, and he slashed heavily.

"You..." Xiao Yi's pupils shrank, his face suddenly cold.

"Huh?" The visitor suddenly murmured, and the falling sword aura also stopped.

"You have the aura of the dossier of my Heiyun Learning, are you my disciple of Heiyun Learning?"

"I..." Xiao Yi was weak and wanted to say something.

"Bastard." The middle-aged man snorted coldly, "Although everyone thinks my Black Cloud Learning is a tyrannical place, it is not true that black and white can be distinguished."

"My black cloud studies and teaches, although I protect my disciples comprehensively, it does not mean that my disciples can act recklessly and fall into evil ways."

"You..." Xiao Yi's expression was extremely ugly upon hearing this.

It happened that he was very weak now, and it was difficult to speak faster.

"Hmph." The middle-aged man snorted coldly, put away his sword energy, but slapped it out with a palm.

"Puff." Xiao Yi spouted out a mouthful of blood and was directly blown away.

The Leng Yan sword that had always been attached to the blood-devouring bead, Xiao Yi, who could not even explode the old man, was blown away right now under the palm of this middle-aged man.

Leng Yanjian also directly broke away from the adsorption of the Blood Devouring Bead.

"I think you are a disciple of learning and teaching, I won't kill you." The middle-aged man said coldly, "But, you are so seriously injured, and you are not far from death."

Having said that, the middle-aged man gave a cold cry again and left without a trace.

On the spot, Xiao Yi's expression was extremely cold.

He was seriously injured long ago, and the palm of the middle-aged man almost killed him.

"Puff." Xiao Yi spit out another mouthful of blood, his eyes blacked, and he fainted.

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Fourth more. (burst)