Chapter 42: Skull Demon

If someone stands in a vast place higher than the vast sea of clouds and looks down, what they must see is the sea of bloody clouds. If you look carefully for a while, you will definitely find that there is the same blood-red light flowing in the blood cloud, and the blood light often represents a thin layer of blood fog. Absorbed.

The flying fox is in the blood cloud, and there is an equally cold sword shadow condensed on the cold sword body, as if it was outlined by blood, and the sword shadow also has a strong smell of blood.

This is the most edative state of the condensed spirit of the sword, the flying sword that the sword cultivation relies on. With the flying sword of the sword spirit, it is no longer ordinary, just like a babbling child, with insignificant intelligence and judgment.

After that is the sword soul, and then it is not possible that the sword soul can become a human. In the future, God knows!

Su Yue really hoped that the flying fox could complete the transformation in this blood cloud and condense his own sword spirit, but he also knew that this was impossible. How could the mysterious existence in the dark allow such a thing to happen?

"Here we are..."

Su Yue seemed to sigh with regret, but the light in his eyes suddenly became sad.

In nothingness, it seems that some powerful creature stepped out, and a huge breath slowly rose in nothingness.

Su Yue looked up and looked through the bloody battlefield and kept looking at the Tubo camp not far away.

A naked man came out.

He is very beautiful, with sword eyebrows, long lips, and long hair. The body is well-proportioned, even perfect, without any flaws. There is always a trace of evil smile on the corners of his mouth.

He came naked and took a wide step, as if he deliberately showed his perfect body. The evil smile at the corners of his mouth has never passed, but there is a bitter chill in his eyes. This is an extremely strange expression, with a smile on his mouth, but his eyes are full of anger.

"What a bold swordsman who dares to condense the sword spirit in my son's array."

As the owner of this array, he can feel any subtle changes in the array. As soon as the sword eyebrows were raised, the blood cloud immediately rumbled. A mass of blood fog spread like being blown by a strong wind, but it stagnated in a certain place, condensed again and turned into a huge blood hand from the sky. It rose in the middle, with a magnificent breath, and pressed down.

It's like a mountain, rolling down to suppress something. Its movement is as earth-shaking, but its suppression is just a sword. Without condensing the sword spirit, the flying fox let out a reluctant whisper and flew out of the blood cloud, which happened to be a little faster than the blood hand.

I saw the blood hand collapse, and the endless blood gas spread into the sea of clouds again. A blood light came from the void, emitting a strong blood gas. However, in the process of flying, the blood light kept detachment, like a shell peeled off. Finally, the blood light completely dissipated, and the flying fox turned pale cyan again. The appearance was held in Su Yue's hand.

"You're finally here!"

The ** man from afar is very powerful. Su Yue can feel that breath, but so what? The determination that has been made can never be changed. Moreover, such a powerful opponent, such an evil practitioner, can provoke Su Yue's desire to challenge more than any enemy. He is like an assassin who has been waiting for a long time, jumping when the target finally shows his deeds.

I saw a figure jumping down the top of the mountain like a big bird. A black wind was trampled under its feet and floated in the sky for a short time. When it was about to fall, the figure suddenly disappeared.

** The man had already found Su Yue. He smiled faintly and said.

"Dingworm tricks!"

As expected, he shook his hand behind him without looking back, and there was a white flame burning in his palm.

Gang!

The sound of the sword resounded from behind him, and Su Yue, who looked indifferent, appeared strangely. He stabbed with a sword, but was blocked by the white fireworks and returned in no effort.

"The boy who practices the six levels of air, his talent for repairing swords is good, but you have messed with me, it's a pity..."

** The young man obviously did not pay attention to Su Yue. He looked at Su Yue unscrupulously and suddenly despised him.

"Even if you are a practitioner, you are a mortal body. There are flaws all over your body, and there is no beauty at all?"

He was like a lonely lone walker. He suddenly sighed, and then looked at his perfect body, and a trace of intoxication flashed in his eyes.

"Who are you?"

** Young people don't pay attention to Su Yue, but Su Yue can't be the same as him. He was tense all over, his face was as heavy as water, and he stared at the man. In this man, he felt an irresistible sense of danger.

"People? No, no, no, I'm not a vulgar and stupid human race..." He waved his slender fingers like cutting green onion roots and said intoxicatedly, "How can there be such a beautiful person in the world?"

"Idiot!"

** The young man spends a lot, but Su Yue can't understand a word. He doesn't want to delay it. He shouted coldly and took the lead.

Although the sword spirit of the flying fox is only half condensed, it does not prevent its spiritual increase. As soon as Su Yue's mind turned, the flying fox cooperated. He saw Su Yue's figure flashing and suddenly approaching the man. The long sword crossed a wonderful arc from the void and stabbed the man's eyebrows.

"This level of sword is not enough."

** The man is like a madman who hasn't seen anyone for many years. He looked at Su Yue's stabbed sword little by little without any movement. Instead, he showed a look of reminiscence, as if he was recalling the swordsmen he had killed in those years.

"I don't know whether to live or die!"

The man's contempt made Su Yue's eyes more cold, and his wrists turned slightly. The flying fox quietly changed a sharper arc. A bloody gas absorbed from the blood cloud burst out, choking with a dazzling nose, and stabbing the man with the soft flying fox.

"This level of sword..." ** The man seemed to hesitate for a moment and said quietly, "It's a little better than just now, but it's still not enough!"

He stretched out two fingers and seemed to point to Su Yue slowly and urgently. His fingers cut through the void, which was three minutes faster than the flying fox. He saw two weak, tender white fingers that seemed to be easy to break, pressed on the flying fox at will, ignoring the angry sword spirit that had just condensed but had not yet been formed, and bent his fingers on the sword. I played it three times.

Ding Ding Ding!

The crisp three sounds were quite pleasant, but Su Yue heard it like a death bell. Under the great change of his face, the whole person threw out, a force extended into the flying fox along his fingers, and then followed Su Yue's arm into Su Yue's body. This is a dead, gloomy power, with decay. The smell of rotten stench almost destroyed Su Yue's whole arm. Su Yue's face changed sharply. In the process of throwing, he spewed out three mouthfuls of blood in a row. The first mouthful was hot blood, but the color was black. The second mouthful was cold-blooded, with a stench. The third mouthful was a blood fog. The moment it spewed out almost corrode the void, and a wisp of white smoke suddenly rose up.

Three mouthfuls of blood spewed out, and Su Yue expelled the strange power that entered the body and stood beside the ** young man with a pale face.

"Who the hell are you!"

Under the close of the hand, Su Yue still did not see the depth of the man, but the man's strange power was not spiritual power, but another kind of power that he did not know or had never seen.

The practitioner, no matter what kind of faction, is spiritual power, but the power exerted by this man has nothing to do with spiritual power, so who is he?

"What, are you surprised? I have already said that the humble and vulgar human race does not deserve to be compared with me. I don't need spiritual power... Look at your little boy's foundation of practice, which is not very solid. Presumably the time of practice is less than a year. A human race that has been practicing to the six levels of Qi in a year is barely stupid... ... I like to do the thing about the genius of the killer clan. That wonderful feeling, looking at the little corrosion of the flesh and blood of young people who may become big shots in the future, and finally it becomes a dead bone. Ah, I can't wait..."

He is really like a madman. He explained something to Su Yue before. As he spoke later, he seemed to be immersed in his own world. Like a dream, he said words that didn't match the foreword. However, Su Yue did not dare to be careless, because at the same time as he spoke, a cold murderous intention appeared from him. Is this weird and mysterious man going to take action?

He slowly raised a hand, and the white flame burned again, without a trace of temperature, only cold and evil.

"The fire of white bones, the most beautiful color in the world, swallow up this genius!"

His eyes were intoxicated again. Looking at the flame was like seeing the dream work of art. His tone was slow and soft, and his tone could be stretched out, just like a sour literati chanting vassal and elegant poems.

However, the fire was a crackling sound, and it suddenly burst out. Just in front of Su Yue, it spread little by little and became tall little by little.

"This is..."

A touch of shudder slowly emerged from Su Yue's eyes. This fire expanded thousands of times. In front of his eyes, it changed little by little. Finally, it became a giant with a white flame burning all over his body!

The giant is supported by an evil force, and the color in his eyes is exactly the same as that of this ** man.

He suddenly waved his huge fist burning with flames, and the fierce wind was extremely violent. Under the contraction of Su Yue's pupils, he quickly turned his thoughts in his mind.

"This giant should be some kind of magic, which may not last... But this kind of power is too strong. With my current body, if I fight with this giant, my spiritual power will be exhausted and will be slapped to death soon... So it can't be like this. If I fight with this giant, then this ** man will sit down. Yu Li... Wait, ** man!" The familiar madness appeared in Su Yue's eyes again, and his gambling mentality appeared again at the critical moment: "If I give up this giant and kill this man, maybe there will be a way to live... Yes, this is the only hope!"

Bum!

The giant punched down, and the cold and strong wind tore Su Yue's hairband, and his head danced wantonly, covering Su Yue's crazy color, but he always kept calm eyes.

"Enjoy the feast of the flame..."

** The young man smiled faintly and squinted and said.

"Is that right?"

Just as he was relaxed and thought that this little swordsman would be entangled by a giant, Su Yue's cold shout suddenly came not far away.

He narrowed his eyes and suddenly opened his eyes. He saw that Su Yue was punched by a giant, spitting blood but rushed to him with a crazy momentum that he would rather die together.

For the first time, ** the young man's face changed. For the first time, the smile at the corners of his mouth converged and became the only cold in his eyes, because Su Yue's sword was deeply inserted into his chest and passed through his chest.

"You're done, you must be finished, I'm going to kill you!!!"

He looked up to the sky and roared sharply and loudly, and his eyes were full of anger and regret, because his perfect body was destroyed by Su Yue.

"So it is..."

When the flying fox passed through its chest, it seemed to pierce into the straw without any pleasure of drinking blood. Because of this ** man, he has no blood at all!

The skin torn by Su Yue's sword was like losing all the moisture and becoming dry little by little, and then peeling off his body, revealing the white skeleton full of evil breath.

The beautiful painting skin finally fell, and the ugly evil was invisible. Looking at this crazy skeleton demon, Su Yue's eyes became colder and colder.

"If it is not our race, its heart must be different. No wonder it swallows the world as flesh and blood. It turned out to be a monster..."