Chapter 48 The Birth of Sword

"It turns out that what you practice is actually a remnant of blood nerves. You don't hesitate to harm your life with such a magic skill. It seems that your heart has long fallen into darkness and can't be saved." Fang Xu looked at the cold-blooded tycoon, the seemingly high god, and indifferently looked at the devil playing with ghost tricks, which was very detached.

This makes the cold-blooded hero feel extremely unhappy.

"Kid, what kind of look do you have? How dare you look at me? It's simply stupid. It can be said that it is a frog in the well. I don't know how big the sky is. The cold-blooded snorted coldly: "Well, I'll capture you and let you understand that you need to be careful in your words and deeds. You have to be self-aware. Don't be too arrogant. If you are too arrogant, you will find your own death."

Boom!

All over the cold-blooded tycoon suddenly burst out a group of blue-black brilliance. This is the perfect bronze force that only has at the peak of forging bones, reaching the extreme of bronze. It is very pure and vast. Fang Xu even saw that there is still silver light swimming in it, which is obviously transforming towards the silver force.

This cold-blooded tycoon is indeed not far from the realm of the master of concentration.

However, this did not attract Fang Xu's attention. What caught his attention was the blood-colored light in the cold-blooded force. It seems that human blood vessels are crisscrossed.

Fang Xu's spiritual power is unparalleled. Through the spirit, that is, the eye of the soul, he suddenly sees that in the cold-blooded force, there are endless deadness, anger and resentment.

And countless grievances are roaring, and there is a smell of great grievance, great pain and horror, and even rushing left and right, as if biting the cold-blooded tycoon.

This is a curse.

Originating from the instinct of the soul, it is countless people who were brutally killed by cold-blooded heroes. Before death, the unwilling resentment gathered and wrapped around his body day and night, to devour and bite his soul into pieces, drag it into the endless void, and sink forever.

Unfortunately, the cold-blooded practice is the blood nerve.

This is an ancient magic skill, which is very evil and powerful.

The condensed blood spirit absolutely has great lethality for the energy of soul and spirit. These countless ghost curses not only did not harm the cold-blooded tycoon, but were captured and imprisoned by him as a means to kill the enemy.

In the future, the more people he kills, the more powerful the power of this soul curse will become and eventually become a big killer.

can even curse someone's soul directly from the air, causing his blood to atrophy and collapse. The soul can't stop the body, go directly into the void, be pulled and swallowed, and turned into the power of curse.

"Good means!" Seeing this scene, Fang Xu also had to feel that although this cold-blooded tycoon is an enemy and crazy, he is actually a genius. If he can take the right path, he may be a tough member of human civilization in the future.

Unfortunately, now that I have embarked on the evil road and the devil's road, there is a tendency to become a big devil.

Fang Xu can't tolerate his existence.

"Blood demon's big handprint, capture this person for me, devour blood and soul, and never be born!"

The cold-blooded tycoon suddenly shouted and grabbed Fang Xu in the palm of his hand.

Boom!

Suddenly, the Force around him surged like a river, and the lava erupted and suddenly burst out. At the same time, the blood evil spirit around him also condensed crazily. Just for a moment, the cold-blooded force turned into a blood-red energy, forming a blood-colored energy palm more than ten meters in size, facing Fang Xu suddenly came over.

"Want to capture me? It's a dream." Fang Xu smiled faintly and didn't care at all: "The qi and blood rise to the air, as hot as fire, turning into an oven and burning evil spirits!"

He shouted, and suddenly burst out a stream of blood-red energy all over his body, but this is the power of Fang Xu's qi and blood, which is vast, containing blazing high temperature, righteous and strong yang, not a demon outsider.

buzz!

The rolling gas and blood surged like a tide, and suddenly condensed an oven, smashing countless air, almost tearing the vacuum and smashing it fiercely on the blood-red energy hand.

Bum!

With a muffled sound, the cold-blooded giant blood demon's big handprint was immediately blocked. The last strand of blood energy suddenly differentiated into infinite tentacles, wrapped around Fang Xu's qi and blood oven, emitting the power of violent corrosion and devouring, to decompose the qi and blood oven.

If it succeeds, it will definitely be a huge blow.

Because the cold-blooded giant's blood demon hand is a killing skill obtained by practicing blood nerves. It is to release the force, cooperate with the blood demon, and transform it into a blood demon energy. It can be said that it is a kind of foreign object and a connection with the body. In addition to the spiritual power of manipulation, that is, a line of the Force is involved.

But Fang Xu is different. What he burst out is the power of qi and blood from the flesh, and qi and blood are the source of human life. Without qi and blood, people will definitely not be able to survive and will turn into corpses.

He is equivalent to using his source of life to fight against the enemy and kill the enemy.

If the qi and blood oven is really corroded and devoured by the big fingerprints of blood demons, Fang Xu will immediately be seriously injured, and his whole body will be shrivelled, his vitality will wither, lose his strength, and the mermaid will be unable to resist.

"Blood nerve, blood kills the world, condenses blood light, kills all sides, and suppresses everything!"

The cold-blooded tycoon is also a person with profound cultivation. Seeing this at a glance, he immediately violently destroyed the blood demon's big handprint, and the blood nerves run at high speed, constantly transforming into pure blood demon energy.

"The ghosts that died in my hands, those ghosts who died in pain, the people in front of you are your real enemies. All the pain and darkness are caused by him to you. Now, devour his soul and revenge! The curse of the soul! Suppress me!"

The cold-blooded tycoon thought it was not safe enough. He actually stirred up his spiritual power and destroyed the blood demon energy. The curse of the imprisoned horrible soul was singing in a strange tone. It seemed to attract souls, as if praying, as if confused and seductive, so that the infinite resentment souls in it all flew out, a kill, towards the square. Xu came to the past to devour his soul.

At the same time, the qi and blood oven was almost completely caught by the big fingerprints of the blood demon and was crazily refined. The strong energy and masculinity of the human body on it are constantly weakening, and the temperature is lowered, or even gradually shrinking, and it is almost dirty.

In the void, there were countless ghosts, condensing and hovering, becoming a strange and twisted soul text, which instantly appeared in front of Fang Xu, rushed into his eyebrows and bombarded his consciousness space crazily.

These words suddenly converged and became a horrible soul demon, but the next moment they dispersed and turned into two extremely complex and distorted horrible words full of death and anger, which seemed to be the word "curse". There was a sense of disaster that had nowhere to escape and undoubtedly died. Diffuse.

In an instant, Fang Xu fell into a desperate situation.

If you are a little neglected, you may die, disappear, and you will be doomed.

"How can you use the power of blood to deal with me?" Fang Xu's face was indifferent, and his eyes were still like Gujing, and he couldn't see any panic: "Since I was reborn, the level of physical strength is too low. I can only use the sword spirit, but I can't use the sword. The blood and evil spirit of the blood blade can't condense. It's appropriate to reunite the sword spirit with your hand."

In an instant, Fang Xu condensed all the spirit, blood, the Force, and trinity. The energy in the whole human body was highly condensed and concentrated, constantly purified. In the deepest part of the consciousness space, in the spiritual ocean, the vague soul shadow suddenly opened his eyes, and a vast will flashed away, accompanied by the sword. The light shines.

Keng!

The sound of the sword echoed, and Fang Xu's brain was filled with an invisible fluctuation, pouring into the gas and blood oven.

At the next moment, the whole gas and blood oven collapsed and turned into a blood-colored sword the size of a grain of rice, which was covered with countless runes, which were completely composed of extremely compressed blood gas.

This is the morphological form of blood and evil spirit.

The power of qi and blood is the foundation, supplemented by the spirit and the force, and the spirit of blood and evil are blended, highly compressed and condensed, becoming a kind of Gangqi that is stronger than fine steel, which is very powerful.

However, it can't last now, because blood evil is not an ordinary means. It belongs to the king level. Although Fang Xu has the will of the king, the power level of the body is too low to support it. A little use will cause great pressure and damage to the body.

For example, now, he has tried his best to condense a wisp of blood and evil spirit under the guidance of spiritual power, and the spiritual power occupies most of it, or the king's will is dominant, and the sword is intended to host in it. If he wants to talk about power, he has not even entered the level of the master of concentration.

It is such a weak blood evil spirit. Because of the king's will, Fang Xu's body has been constantly damaged and injured and can't stand it.

If it hadn't been for the flesh and blood diamond of the strong man in his heart, which would have continuously provided the power of qi and blood to repair his physical damage crazily, I'm afraid it would only take a few seconds for Fang Xu's body to collapse, his soul would have nowhere to return, and he would be swallowed up by the void.

"The will of the king, kill evil spirits, blood and evil spirits, devouring and condensation!"

Fang Xu roared, and the bloody rune sword the size of rice grains suddenly penetrated into the big hand of the blood demon. It seemed to turn into a horrible black hole, crazily devouring the blood evil energy in it, and all kinds of evil spirits stuffed in the energy were suddenly floating, vast and huge The will is crushed and shattered.

Inside the blood demon's big handprint, the rice-sized blood sword, rune blooms a wisp of light, rising and shrinking, quietly moving, as if the living thing swallows, the energy in it continues to increase, the blood sword slowly grows and expands, and the original looming will inside gradually stabilizes and maintains in the blood sword, long It will last forever.

Fang Xu fought desperately with a wisp of blood evil spirit. With the help of the mellow and long blood demon energy in the blood demon's hand, he immediately stabilized the foundation and constantly devoured and expanded himself.

At the same time, a wisp of the king's will is also sustened, which actually manifests into the material world, condenses the sword and presides over the evil spirit.

The power has greatly increased.