Chapter 147 Summoning the Sword of the Sea of Blood

Feichen's shoes trampled on the void. After falling into pieces, they instantly appeared in front of the black impermanence dozens of feet away. Under the strength of Feixian, the high-speed movement seemed to be as fast as the conversion of space and space, and the violent sword directly penetrated the black impermanent body!

"Devil and ghost! Just die!" As soon as the Feichen immortal sword stirred, the black impermanent sky roared, the sad voice of 'woo', and the unparalleled sword of the world's fierceness against the extremely domineering ghost gas. The anger stirred up the whole ghost gas in an instant. If it is an ordinary sword, it is estimated that even if it hits the other party's body, it will pass through the body, but whether it is blind or not. The cat met a dead mouse. In short, the black and impermanent annihilation had just begun. Dong Guolin followed as if he had been hit somewhere in his body. He vomited out a mouthful of blood and lay on the ground and could no longer move.

"Dong Guo Lin!" Quan Zhengzi had a good relationship with him. He shouted in the back, but he couldn't distinguish his position. One of the five stations was missing, and the situation was suddenly chaotic.

However, Shi Qinglin's 'chaotic anti-fighting mirror' does not seem to be so easy to deal with. Countless thin white sword silk hit the protective cover of Feichen, shaking out ripples like ripples. The sword rain pours down, making people unable to hide, and can only rely on mana to support the other party's attack, as if going down to protect the cover like this. It will be shattered.

However, how can the protective shield supported by Feichen's immortal sword be defeated so simply? At Xianxia Peak, his cultivation of the fourth level of the immortals resisted the hard blow of the martial arts in the late seventh stage of the immortals. How can the strength of Feixian care about such a drizzle now? This is the hard confrontation between cultivation and cultivation!

"To penetrate the sky, rob thunder, fight souls, collect!" Feichen seemed to hold something in his hand. With five fingers, the disappeared nine colored swords suddenly flew out of the void and flew out at an incomparable angle. Each of them smashed the anti-fighting mirror floating in the sky, and the rest of the swords rushed to the fallen Dong Guolin!

Feeling the magnificent sword, Dong Guolin's eyes suddenly opened. Just as he wanted to avoid the blow, he was penetrated by nine swords and went out of the field without even half of the action.

The sword spirit has not subsided. Under the guidance of Feichen, the nine fierce swords turned into a rainbow, which hit the Qianyuan Yiqi sword in Shi Qinglin's hand and flew her sword out.

Shi Qinglin naturally knew that the other party gave her up to give face to play, so he did not dare to continue the game with a thick face. He took the initiative to retreat, and there were only three people left in the field who were Li Fanzhen, Li Weiqi and Quan Zhengzi, who were still constantly adding ana power in the 'God of Wu Map'.

The lightning-fast attack made the people outside the field boil, and one spell flew two people away, detering tens of thousands of spectators.

"Master! We will win, right?" Yi Lingxi took Lin Ruyue's hand, as if the victory of the Xianxia faction was only a short distance away.

"Uh? Uh-huh." Lin Ruyue was shocked and replied that it was also the first time she saw that her brother's strength would still tilt like this even in the finals. This kind of one-sided battle should not appear in the finals at all.

Not only her, Xi Manxiang, Fang Zhizi, Chang Ruiting and others have the same ideas. Even Ru Yushi, who is so close to Feichen, is horrified by the hidden power of the other party. She did not see Si Mingxiang's confrontation with him. The strength of this apprentice in the plan is at most to fight with the five people of Qing Xuanfeng. That's enough. Now that it's easy to defeat two people, it seems that it's only a matter of time.

"He will win."

The silence of several people made the whole scene depressed and excited. Xianxia sent many women to look at Ru Yushi and Yun Feichen in the field and couldn't speak. It was not until Wu Xinyan said a word calmly that all the people began to cheer.

The remaining three people in the field were surprised. They never thought that the two would lose so quickly, nor did they expect that they would come out without even resisting a blow. The plan of the wheel battle failed. Several people changed their eyes, and Li Weiyu and Quan Zhengzi stood in front. Obviously, the two began to fight against Feichen. .

Li Jianyun frowned and presided over the martial arts god array with his sword. Under the invasion of aura, the array began to shine faintly, and the golden god of war gradually came to life. For everyone in the group of Qingxuanfeng, time is everything. As long as it can survive, the prelude of everything is worth contributing.

Therefore, Li Weiqi and Quan Zhengzi did not hesitate to sacrifice the sword.

Li Weiyu's strength is second only to Li Jianyun's strength, but the sword is slightly inferior, but it is also an unworldly rare treasure. The 'Yuandu A Nose Sword' has a lot of time. When she waved it, a sea of blood came to her face. Her slightly pale face matched with the moon eyebrows and apricot eyes, thin cherry lips, as perfect as a woman in the nine worlds. She The fairy spirit came from the inside, and even Feichen could not bear to attack her, but the bloody storm rushed in an instant, so she hid her face in the waves, leaving only a blood-red sea, and there were no countless strange skeletons floating on the sea.

Quan Zhengzi's Qingyun Holy Light Sword was also sacrificed in the air. After the light, the statue of Sanqing stood on the sea of blood. The statue of the Sanqing God was supported by the Wushen array, and there was no dull when he fought against the second group of the Xianxia School at that time. It was as lifelike as a real person. The Sanqing saint had a merit plate composed of ten thousand golden lights behind his head. The brilliance in his eyes is more flexible than before. The three saints make swords with their fingers, and several rays are like swords chasing the sky and the sun, shooting directly at Yun Feichen, who is involved in the sea of blood.

The holy light emitted by this sacred weapon is powerful. Every time Feichen is hit by the protective shield, it vibrates once. Although there is no danger of breaking, the mana used to repair the shield disappears very quickly. The strangeness of Li Weiyu's 'Yuantu Abi Sword' is much more difficult to tangle than the 'Qingxuan Shengjing Sword', as if Like a big hand alive, it keeps pulling people into the sea of blood.

The sea is steaming, and the blood waves are rolling. There is endless turbidity between heaven and earth. Every time Feichen just wants to avoid the holy light arrow, he is driven into the water by the hundreds of feet of huge waves rolling in the sea of blood. The sea of blood has infinite blood gas. Legend has the end of the blood river under the ancient river school. With the support of the Wushen array, Li Weiyu is even more powerful than the ancestors of the Blood River.

"Hahaha! Yun Feichen! You are doomed!! Why did Brother Jianyun take action!? My sister Weiyu and I are enough! Go to hell! Go to hell!" A big smile replaced the ** in the field. Quan Zhengzi looked at the light and sharp arrows that kept firing out in his Sanqing field and hit Feichen into the sea of blood. He didn't come out for a moment. He showed ferociousness in his eyebrows, once again showing the arrogance when he was in Xianxiafeng Tea House a year ago, and the kind of forbearance that broke out like a ** male dog. General madness wins after fear. No one is more obsessed with this intoxicating feeling than him!