True Martial World

Without Yi Yun’s expectation, the sword’s nameless speech is indifferent: “If this is the case, you don’t have to say that it’s useless, or hurry up and say something.”

"Anonymous predecessors! If all of us die, but you leave alone, you will inevitably be wanted by many forces. I think, you can't completely ignore the unknown predecessors? Even if you don't care about the unknown, but if you can avoid this Everything is not perfect?" Yue Wangjian said eagerly.

The sword is no longer speechless, just looking at him with a smile.

The more Wang Jian’s eyes became deeper, he suddenly said: “I have a blood curse scroll here, and I swear by the blood curse contract. Once it is violated, the soul will be tortured after thousands of years of suffering and it will be broken!”

When Wang Jianjian spoke, he took out a red Elder Scroll from the space ring. This was originally used by Yue Wangjian on others, but he did not want to use it now. He wanted to use this most vicious curse on himself. .

"If the unnamed predecessor let me go, I will swear by the blood curse reel and never tell what is going on today. I will describe today's business as an accident. The more Wang Jian is also famous, my words. Many people will believe that if I testify for the unnamed predecessors, the unnamed predecessors will not be in trouble. I want to absorb me less and have no influence on the blood demon bones?"

He has already seen that the nameless sword is really worthy of the name. What is needed is the secluded fairy and Yi Yun, and they are just white.

Since it is not a necessity, it is possible to convince the sword to give up.

Yue Wangjian suddenly pointed to Yi Yun and said angrily: "Yi Yun! This thing is all done by you! After I go out, I will tell you to return to the market. You started a sneak attack for the treasure! Even me You are almost killed by you, you are extremely wicked."

Everyone looked stunned. The more Wang Jian looked bright and upright, but now he is screaming and swearing.

In the eyes of You Ruo’s fairy, she was disappointed. She said coldly: "Over the king sword, you are really shameless."

"You are a helpless sister, I am also a helpless move. I am the core disciple of the Taixian Xianmen. I have a bright future. I really don't want to die here. I think you can understand me. As for Yi brother...you People are dead, and should not care about those false names." Yue Wangjian said very sincerely.

If the fairy is indifferent and does not care about Yue Wang, she really does not want to say more than one word with this person.

Yi Yun couldn't help but smile: "I certainly don't care, because you can't live out of here, and you have a chance to use your mouth and talk more."

Yue Wangjian’s face was heavy and Yi Yun’s mouth was too hard. This is the case. Does he still think he has a chance?

At this time, the sword flashed a nameless name and said: "Over the king sword, if you say something, there is some truth, then you will swear."

If it can cause no trouble, the sword will not be rejected without name.

Yue Wang Jian took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and crushed the blood curse in his hand, turning it into a little blood and flying into his body.

Seeing that the blood curse has taken effect, the sword nodded innocently: "In this case, you have entered the enthusiasm in the past and do something."

When Wang Jianyi heard the nameless sword, he suddenly overjoyed: "Thank you for the nameless predecessor!"

The sword has no name to play a law, and Yue Wang immediately feels that his body has regained his freedom.

Yue Wangjian stunned the excitement, and he glanced at the people around him.

These people either look at him with hateful eyes or look desperate.

And the fierce Jiaojiao shouted sternly: "The more brother, save me! Save me! I beg you! I still don't want to die!"

"Jiaojiao sister, I am sorry, there is only one blood curse scroll, I really can't do anything about it." Yue Wangjian opened his hand and said with a smile.

Even if he still has a blood curse reel, it can't be used on a fierce and delicate body. This woman is too naive.

"You can rest assured that you will not die so fast." The sword was unknown but said at this time.

Lie Jiaojiao just showed the color of grievances because of Yue Wang’s words. When he heard the nameless sword, he suddenly got excited: "The unknown seniors, please let me go, I admire the unknown seniors, I..."

"You still don't be too happy, I just said that you won't die so fast. It is now preparing for the final stage of integration with me. Every step needs to be tasted and the energy absorbed will be used for your own purposes. The next turn." The sword said slowly.

The body is stiff and the lips are constantly shaking. Sword no name, isn't it digestion? When the blood demon bones digest the last person, they will swallow her immediately!

And this time of digestion may be a musk, or it may be between the blink of an eye. In the process, the strange black shadow is still floating towards her, already in front of her!

In the case of almost covering the face with this black shadow, Lie Jiaojiao was forced to see the true appearance of the shadow, which is almost translucent, like the composition of many black fog, although it does not The five senses, but the strong Jiaojiao can feel its gaze, it is a kind of chilling eyes.

At this moment, Lie Jiaojiao suddenly saw a face in the face of the black shadow without the facial features, that is, the warrior who was sucked up. He showed painful color and opened his mouth like a bark.

"what!"

Lie Jiao Jiao was so scared that she was screamed, but she was fixed there and could not hide at all. She could only be forced to watch.

The face of the warrior slowly crossed over in the shadow of the shadow, and was drowned in the dark fog.

However, very quickly, a lot of faces appeared in the shadows, including those who died before.

The body of this shadow is not made up of black fog, but a face!

So many faces make up its body, and this blood demon does not know how many people's flesh and blood extracts have been absorbed, and it has become what it is now.

And she is very delicate and will soon become one of them.

Yue Wangjian also saw a scalp tingling, and he began to inject vitality into the law.

"Full force." The sword is faint.

The sword is unnamed and open, and Yue Wangjian still dares to have reservations. He constantly injects his own strength into the array.

Boom!

Yi Yun’s Jianguang was criss-crossed in the formation. When he saw the Jianguang, the more Wang Jianyi had a feeling of heart, as if the Jianguang was about to fall on his head.

Looking at Yi Yun’s attack, the warriors gave birth to expectations.

If Yi Yun can break the array, then they may be alive.

Even Lie Jiaojiao looked forward to looking at Yi Yun.

The next moment, Jianguang was on a thin screen.

The thin curtain shimmered with a faint red light. It seemed to have no power, but it completely blocked the sharp sword light, and there was no influence at all.

The feeling of the heart of Yue Wang’s heart suddenly disappeared. Now Yi Yun is just a toothless tiger.

The rest of the warriors, including Lie Jiaojiao, showed a very disappointing look.

"Yi Yun, you still have to wait to die, why waste energy?" Yue Wang Jian ridiculed.

When the sword is unknown, the whole array is running fast, and the blood is drawn from the ground. These **** light seems to be filled with painful souls.

Seeing this scene, everyone feels creepy. These painful souls, if not guessed wrong, are the great geniuses who have come to the ancient battlefield!

The sword has no name in the ancient battlefield for thousands of years. He brought the geniuses who came to the demon gods to find opportunities again and again, and used their blood and blood essence to water the land that nourished this evil spirit.

At this time, the power of these grievances has been concentrated by the formation, and their target of attack is Yi Yun!

The nameless sword naturally needs to solve Yiyun first, and then to deal with other people. For everyone, Yiyun is the only hope. If Yiyun is dead, they are all finished.

Seeing the power of the evil spirits gathered together, Yi Yun slightly indulged, put away the magic snow sword.

Ok! ?

Seeing these situations, people are sinking in their hearts. Why does Yiyun want to collect swords? Even if the strength is not good, you can't give up.

"After finally accepting your life, it will be turned into a **** demon sacrifice!"

The sword was anonymous and laughed, but at this moment, in the chest of Yi Yun, suddenly there was a mysterious rune lit up, emitting a dark gray light, it was like a gray moon.

Yi Yun Xuan's rune on the chest, a glimpse of gray gas escaped, these gray gas appeared, the surrounding blood and grievances were all squeezed by gray gas, broken, even this space, are gray The air pressure violently trembled as if to break.

Honesty!

"Well!? This is..."

Suddenly, there was a feeling of uneasiness in the nameless sword. At this moment, Yi Yun had reached out and pointed out that his whole body’s vitality had come to this rune, and the horrible suffocation broke out. Cloud fingertips fly out!

This is the power that Yi Yun got in the temple of the gods. The above ancient tokens, gathered a lot of anger, turned into an imprint, branded on the chest, and played it with the law of destruction of Hongmeng!

"Hey!"

The gray light pierced all the painful souls, and the heavy bombardment was on the thin curtain.

When I saw this gray light, the heart of Yue Wang’s heart had a stronger feeling of guilt than before.

The sword has no name to see this gray light, but also feels a heart. His eyes sank and he immediately rushed to the front.

But the gray light is too solid, only the thickness of the finger, as if condensed the power of a universe, can not be matched.

boom!

A loud bang suddenly came, and the gray light set off a horrible storm.

Yue Wangjian stood in the line and only felt the brain creaking. With the pain of a burst of ghosts, a large number of souls were destroyed and disappeared in the gray storm, completely turning into nothingness.

As a medium of the law, the sword is inexplicably snorted and directly spits out a blood.