Chapter 161, bitter challenge, mood

The world's second-class spiritual land, in the blood of the King of Qin. Even if the front-line battlefield is in full swing and weeping and sacrificing their lives every day, it is still quite calm and even detached here.

The reason is very simple. There are three powerful monks sitting here. There are three elders of the blood and soul clan. They take ten thousand steps back and say that even if the monks outside are completely destroyed, as long as the three elders of blood and soul are not dead, the whole blood and soul mountain is still strong and cannot be humiliated.

It's just that today, an uninvited guest came to the powerful and incongraceable Blood Spirit Ridge. He was dressed in a shabby Taoist costume and carrying a slender ancient sword. With an old face, he staggered straight into the Blood Spirit ridge step by step. When he passed the main door, he did not show any documents, so he rushed straight into it.

If he breaks in easily, the blood people guarding here can die. A shadow suddenly appeared in front of the old-fashioned old man. He reacted quickly, and his body was like a wisp of smoke suddenly emerging from the cracks of the ground, and suddenly appeared in the world. If you are an ordinary monk, you will be directly shocked in the face of this escape method, and you dare not be rash.

"This senior, the front is the residence of the clan of my blood clan. If the senior does not have written documents, please stop here."

Very polite words, but the old-fashioned old man didn't seem to hear it. Without saying a word, he still went straight into it.

The four sharp and unparalleled sword lights instantly emerged from the empty space around the old man, directly covering the old man's forehead, back neck, vest, waist and kidney. The four swords hit the first three behind, the spirit is fierce, and the sword is fierce.

First salute and then soldier, I'll give you enough face. If you don't know anything about it, this combination of the four swords will directly cut off your life. As the guard of the blood soul family, the four swords are not only not weak, but also have extraordinary visions. After all, this is related to the face of the blood soul family, and it is not enough to have a simple and excellent cultivation.

"It's really good. The bloody family is really full of talents. It's just four gatekeepers. The swordsmanship is already so bold and fierce."

A gray aperture suddenly came out of the old-fashioned Zhou body. The next moment, four rapid and sharp sword lights suddenly stopped, and the four bloody swordsmen hidden in the rainbow sword light suddenly appeared, but their bodies were stiff and could not move slightly.

The expressions on their cheeks were unusually rich, sad, sad, suffering, sad, and all kinds of negative emotions quickly emerged in the change of their cheeks.

The next moment, the four people were like vented balls, and the original bulging true vitality around them collapsed and fell to the ground softly. The four extremely slender swords suddenly shot out of the forehead, back neck, vest, waist and kidney of the four people. After several circles in mid-air, they flew back to the old-fashioned sleeves.

"Sadness, sorrow, suffering, injury, the world is in pain. This heart turns into a sword, and the bitterness is hidden in the dark." The secluded Taoist song is loud and loud.

After putting down four bloody swordsmen with low cultivation in an instant, he pulled out his sword from behind and walked with the sword. If it weren't for the sad and sad face and the bitter heart, there would really be a fairy bone and a carefree appearance.

At the moment when the old man took action, in the ancestral hall of the blood soul clan, three blood elders who had been meditated and refined their qi suddenly opened their eyes and looked at each other. The old man who is in bitter silence is really here. Li Zhe, the poisonous dragon, suddenly straightened up, and his body was full of evil spirit, and the poisonous gas was lingering. Obviously, he had a bit of impulse to kill.

Just before he could take a step, Zhu Yun had already said, "Sit down, since you have taken two pages of forbidden books, I will naturally take this fight for you. What's more, your heart is not enough. You are too powerful by magic alone."

At the end of a word, the shadow changed. The next moment, Zhu Yun, dressed in a purple robe and a sword, had changed outside the door of the secret room. It was not until this time that his original figure on the futon gradually dissipated, as fast as a ghost, and amazing.

Looking at Zhu Yun's departure, Su Xin, the elder of the Su family, sighed gently.

"After all, everyone has been an old brother for decades. They block knives for each other, and I'm afraid they shed more blood than sweat. Even if the third brother is angry with you because of that matter, he still thinks about you. How poisonous and evil the bitter heart sword of the bitter and lonely superiors is, but when it comes to the end, he also does not hesitate to draw his sword and cover it for you. Second, it's not easy for brother to do this.

When Li Zhe heard the words, he sighed heavily and sat down for a long time before he said, "Han Ying has been very miserable in this life. Anyway, I hope to find a ten-appropriate son-in-law for her."

"In contrast, how similar Zhu Tie Kai's three sons are to his former third brother. He is full of talent and has extraordinary qualifications. It's just how many people in the world are as determined as the third brother, and the root of the blessing? " Zi Xiaoyan is indeed a first-class excellent skill, but it kills without regret and kills ten thousand heroes. It's easy to say. How many people in the world can do it? It's the monks in the world who want to kill. It's not about killing tens of thousands of chickens.

At the same time as Su Xin and Li Zhe's words, the two famous swords in Qin Wangling have been handed over. Although they did not draw their swords and roar and fight closely for their lives, it is only the hedging between the mind and the sword, which is already horrible and dangerous and frightening.

The cultivation in the Blood Spirit Ridge stimulates the eyes of the purple soul. The monks with a certain pupil ability can almost faintly see that the Nuo Da Blood Soul Ridge are all purple and gray, and the two condensed and dazzling flames that can't help but fluctuate. The sound is invisible and the intention is unparalleled.

Although it has not really drawn the sword to compete with the skill, the pressure has spread on all sides, silent, but mysterious and horrible, fierce and killing.

The mind, body, qi, art, and potential are the five branches of practice that have been split and refined by practitioners after the end of the Dharma era. Before refining the nine layers of gas, most of the monks practiced and combined to improve their strength and combat effectiveness with these five levels of improvement.

However, high-level monks who really break through the aura restrictions of this era and reach the nine levels of gas refining have basically tempered the five ability systems to a certain level, and it is difficult to rise again. The airway cultivation is full of perfection and overflowing. No matter how difficult the cultivation is, at this time, a so-called concept of reaching the realm begins to be involved.

The five strength sections of the heart, body, qi, art and potential that have been tempered to their own limits. No matter which one is used to break through the original limit, it will bring the practitioners into an inexplicable state of soaring strength.

For example, those who take mood as an opportunity to break through often condense a stable mental state because of their deep cognition of themselves, which is called Taoist mood.