I Have Refined Qi For 3000 Years!

Chapter 18: Give Him Another Way

With the order of Tang Xiexie, thousands of troops formed a battle, and Bai Qiuran, who was facing the center from three sides, wrapped up. novelmtl.com

Swords and guns are like a forest, and archers in the distance open their bows and bow, and the bow is green, and the full moon is not strong, and the bows and arrows fired are like rain.

Facing the sword and sword rain, Bai Qiuran raised his sword.

The first sword was handed out, the ground was split a thousand feet, and the Emperor's Mausoleum Dongshan was smashed into powder. The army on the east was destroyed by the sword gas, and the blood was poured out of the sword wind. , Tumbling like a wave, fell to the ground.

The second sword was handed out, the sky was bright, the clouds were torn several feet, and the high hanging sun was exposed. The west was invincible, and more than a thousand soldiers were divided into two from the waist and died.

The third sword was handed out again, the sea of ​​clouds was torn, the clouds were scattered, and the hurricane was raging. It was like a giant hawk in the clouds, Yangbo sprayed thunder, and the sword gas pointed directly at the last army between the north royal tomb and Bai Qiuran. In the end, the bodies of more than a thousand Shangxuan Yulin Army were blown apart by sword gas, and the bones were left.

With the three swords out, thousands of the best soldiers in Shangxuan Kingdom disappeared, and at that time, the sixteen offerings had just settled under the leadership of Sima Inbo.

"This……"

Seeing this scene like an immortal's shot, the first dedication was startled.

"Is this gas refining?"

"calm."

Tang Yanxie's face was solemn, but he still said:

"He knows a lot, and I am afraid that his origins are not shallow. It is normal for some unusual techniques, but after all, gas refining is gas refining. Such an attack must consume a lot of his strength, and you see, his weapon is no longer available. Now. "

Sima Inbo saw that after the three swords were waved, Bai Qiuran's long sword had only one hilt left.

Seeing this, he calmed down and presided over the formation of the worshippers.

And Tang Xiexie began to calculate secretly in his heart.

Bai Qiuran's origin is not simple. Of course he knows this, but no matter what, he is only a period of gas refining. Although these tricks are powerful, they must be very detrimental. Now he will not be his opponent, etc. After killing him, he took his blood food by himself, and then used the secret method to extract his memory, and then he could go high to fly. See ‘Mao. Line, Chinese. Text, Net

In fact, Sima Inbo and others have been paralyzed by him for a long time, thinking that his purpose is to strengthen Shangxuan, but in fact, since he accidentally got the blood **** sect remnants and set foot on the road to cultivation, he has no interest in Shangxuan .

After that, he slaughtered all the people on the scene and sucked. As for the forces behind Bai Qiuran, some people only came to Shangxuan Kingdom, which had nothing to do with him.

Harming others for self-interest, taking and using everything that can be obtained to strengthen oneself, this is the essence of cultivation recorded in the Remnant of the Blood God Sect.

The smoke from the sword was gradually dispersed, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood. Bai Qiuran continued to step forward and walked towards Tang Xie on the altar in front of the imperial tomb.

"Bai Qiuran!"

Sima Inbo shouted at him with some anger:

"Give up, you don't even have a sword!"

Hearing his words, Bai Qiuran glanced down at the hilt of his sword, then chuckled.

Throwing away the remaining hilt on his hand, his figure was like electricity, and he was suddenly inserted into the formation of sixteen offerings.

Reaching out a little, his sword finger pierced the chest of an offering, and then the offering suddenly twitched and fell down, his eyes widened, but there was no trace of wounds and blood around him. Green, the breath gradually languished, death was painful.

"Huh? Is this?"

Tang Xie's look was frozen.

"Coagulation is familiar, isn't it? The blood gods you use to pretend to die."

Bai Qiuran sneered and swept across the remaining sixteen offerings.

"I said to those innocent souls killed and blooded by you. I want you to taste their pain, but there are many ways for the Blood God Sect, and the disciples will take care of the rest!"

At the end of the speech, he raised his hand into a claw, and grabbed one of the claws towards the oblation who attacked him.

The claws flashed, the devotion screamed, and three large claw marks on the chest suddenly shot a lot of blood. The blood rushed like a spring, accompanied by severe pain. No matter how the devotion was blocked with true Qi, the blood was still Gushing endlessly, soon the blood ran out, and his body collapsed like a swollen balloon and fell to the ground.

Bai Qiuran moved forward again, and the devotees attacked him with horror, but he turned tens of thousands of phantoms with his hands, turned his fists into claws, or turned his fists into swords. The feeling of evil and poison, extremely fierce, hit these offerings.

And the enshrined enshrined died extremely painful and miserable, or blood was sprayed from the pores of the whole body, or blood raged in the body, or blood from the whole body poured into the sea of ​​heart gas, squeezing its vitals.

Soon, only Sima Yingbo was left in front of Bai Qiuran.

"White, white brother."

He looked terrified, tears and snot flowed out together, and the color of Junyi disappeared, begging:

"I have no choice but to."

"I know."

Bai Qiuran smiled slightly, and then patted his forehead without mercy.

"Goo ..."

Sima Inbo's whole blood suddenly gathered towards his forehead, and the young man's entire head swelled, and then burst open with a bang.

After stepping over the corpses of worshippers, Bai Qiuran stepped on the blood step by step and slowly came to the altar, facing Tang Xie.

"How much energy do you have left?"

Tang Yanxie narrowed his eyes, his body was tight, and there was cold sweat leaching from behind, and he was secretly alert.

"you guess."

Bai Qiuran answered with a smile:

"I didn't build the foundation anyway."

Tang Yanxie confronted him for a few seconds, and suddenly a mouth blew a blood light from his mouth.

Bai Qiuran reached out and grasped the blood lightly in his hand. The blood light turned out to be a small blood-colored small flying sword flashing the color of glass. He was pinched in the five fingers and played back and forth.

Tang Xie's forehead exuded a little cold sweat, with his hands behind his back, two black command flags broke from the headless corpse of Sima Inbo, attacked from behind Bai Qiuran, and released infinite fire.

But Bai Qiuran turned his head and blew, and the majestic spirit blew out the sea of ​​fire in an instant, and he held the two flags in his hands and tore them into pieces.

"Fellow."

Tang Xie stepped back and said:

"I don't think we need to make the scene so rigid."

Bai Qiuran ignored him, but walked towards him with a kind smile.

Tang Yanxie made a scream, and his body suddenly disintegrated into a pool of blood mist. He wanted to walk away, but when Bai Qiuran rushed to the point where his body completely collapsed, he reached out and grabbed one of his arms to remove him from the blood mist. Dragged in.

Holding his arm to suppress Tang Yanxie, Bai Qiuran smiled at him.

"Have you heard of the secret martial arts of Blood Shenzong, [Death of Blood]?"

"what?"

Tang Xun was stunned, but Bai Qiuran had already begun to perform moves.

His hands divided the shadow of the sky, or fists, fingers, claws, or palms, and slashed at the vital points and points in Tang Xie's body. The true Qi turned into the evil spirit, and the blood in Tang Xie's body was aroused. Constant boiling, stirring back and forth, in the unspeakable pain, shattered the meridians, bones and spiritual roots of Tang Xie's whole body into powder.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The Emperor of Shangxuan sent a terrifying scream, but he could n’t escape. After Bai Qiuran finished a set, he stretched out his hand and twisted Tang Xie's arm into a twist. He forced him to face to face with himself. attitude.

The last palm crashed and fell from the top of the heavenly spirit cover. It was shot on the top of Tang Xie's head. The seven tricks of Zhenzong spit out a lot of blood. Zhenqi drove the blood in his body retrograde and hid him in the unconsciousness God and soul are all crushed.