This one is stronger than before.
The light of the sword is more bright. The rising light of the sword is like rolling up against the wind, as if it is going to tear up the dragon of nine days.
Eight God blood Zhai believes that this knife, he is enough to two people at the foot of the fuselage, completely destroyed into slag.
Among them, it contains his will of martial arts, and it is full of void and overwhelming pressure. Ordinary people will lose their desire to live, and will be full of despair and pain.
However.
Wang Xu just took back his fingers, then five fingers suddenly expanded, followed by a palm.
Annihilation nine, the first.
Miexu hand!
The idea is invisible, but it is hard to see with the naked eye. The huge hand of eliminating emptiness breaks through the emptiness in an instant, just like a mountain falling down from the sky.
"Boom!"
There was a loud noise. In the eyes of the eight gods blood studio, he couldn't believe it at all. He cut out a huge light about ten meters in size. It was only halfway, and it suddenly burst apart, as if he had been hit by some invisible mountain.
Shennian is the ultimate power possessed by the existence above wuzun. The eight gods blood studio is just a great master's realm. How can it resist?
"I said, you come to kill me, is the biggest mistake of your life."
Wang Xu disdained to smile.
If the eight gods' blood studio doesn't come to kill him, it will only take a year... No, not even a year. At that time, with the passage of time, the whole world will change on a large scale.
In Wang Xu's memory, the change of heaven and earth, though centered on China, had spread to the whole world in the end.
Every country, every place.
Countless old strong, more or less to obtain their own opportunities, so as to become more powerful.
If the eight gods' blood studio doesn't come to kill him, his future achievements will never be beyond the present.
But if you miss it, you miss it.
It can't change the final outcome of the eight gods blood studio.
As Wang Xu stepped forward, his mind crossed the void and condensed into a three foot sword, which was cut down with all the strength.
The eight gods' blood studio felt the invisible danger. He had no doubt that if he didn't do something, he would die, absolutely.
Faced with this extreme sense of danger, he could only sigh and slowly opened his eyes.
"Why force me?"
This pair of eyes, first showing a trace of helplessness, when the eye contact Wang Xu's moment, suddenly changed extremely cold, rich blood color and killing intention inside the crazy surge, like a volcano suppressed for hundreds of years, in an instant explosion.
Boom!
With the silent vibration of the void, the eyes of the eight gods' blood studio were completely occupied by the color of blood.
At the same time, as if the sound of the surging river, came from his body, a trace of blood mist quickly condensed in his hands, in the twinkling of an eye, a red knife appeared.
Shashengwan!
It's three feet and four inches long. It was made by a famous craftsman in the Warring States period. It's said that it was the first magic blade in the Warring States period. It was stained with too much enemy's blood and finally dyed red.
The eight gods' blood studio is not without weapons, but his sword, which always exists in his body.
Originally, the eight gods blood studio never thought to use this knife, but Wang Xu's strength was far beyond his expectation.
Don't move, he will die!
And he doesn't want to die, so it's better for Wang Xu to die!
"The French soldier?"
At the moment when shashengwan appeared, Wang Xu also suddenly raised his eyebrows and flashed a touch of surprise.
Although the quality of shashengwan was only inferior to that of a French soldier, it was enough to surprise him. After all, this is the Chinese world, not the Xuankong City, not the Wu Dynasty.
Open your eyes and you'll get the shashengwan.
The eight gods blood studio seems to have become another person. It seems to have returned to the time when he slaughtered ten thousand people a hundred years ago, and no one can stop him.
He is the nightmare of the strong!
He is the first sword master of Daiwa!
He is the God of Kendo... Who breaks through the shackles of the master and embarks on the invincible lonely years!
The eight gods blood studio holds a knife in both hands and shoots violently to avoid the extreme danger in the void. Like a flash of lightning, he cuts Wang Xu in the air.
The human Dao is like one, and the Dao is still in the air. The eight gods blood studio has cut out hundreds of Dao in an instant. The fierce bloody Dao light almost fills the sky above Wang Xu's head, covering all the vital parts of his body.
The fighting experience of the eight gods' blood studio is not terrible. Just because of the invisible danger, they can judge that they have to fight with Wang Xu to kill each other.
Inadvertently, the eight gods blood studio seized Wang Xu's only and biggest weakness.
body!
Wang Xu didn't see any change in his face. He just stepped back calmly.
"Boom!"
In one step, there seemed to be a series of thunder blasts in the void, and a hand came down from the sky to shoot the eight gods blood studio.
But the danger perception of the eight gods' blood studio is extremely acute. In an instant, he retreats and steps out to the left. Under his feet, he can see that the white air wave is blown up. Then he turns abruptly, not slowly but faster, and pours on Wang Xu again from the other side.
The red blade of shashengwan almost became the front piece of magma when the volcano erupted. The blood color covered the sky. In a moment, the bright blade light changed countless angles.
Lift, stab, pierce, block, collapse, chop, chop, return
In this moment, the moves that can almost be used by the sword are simplified and finally combined into one. The red sharp point of the knife is in front of Wang Xu's face in a flash.
"Death
Eight gods blood Zhai burst to drink out, the blood color of the fundus of the eye is twisted and ferocious, cruel.
At this point.
Wang Xu has retreated to the edge of the fuselage, behind which is the sky flashing at high speed, and below which is the blue sea rapidly approaching.
"Ah
With a sigh, Wang Xu stepped back again, and his mind gathered together like a tide.
The next moment.
His right hand is pressing down. This time, it is no longer a hand to eliminate emptiness, but two, three, four
In an instant, nearly ten hands of eliminating emptiness ran through the void and came down from the sky, one by one. Instead of capturing the changing body shape of the eight gods blood studio, they aimed at the whole fuselage and smashed it madly.
"You forced me!"
Wang Xu sighed. His mind lifted his body upward. Like a maggot of tarsal bone, he chased the red sword light behind him. It also rolled up, like a big red snake with its mouth open to the sky, trying to bite the enemy.
"Kill the empty hand, twenty ways!"
There was a huge shock in the void. The red light at Wang Xu's feet suddenly stopped, and then exploded into a bloody spot. At the last moment, the eight gods blood studio turned into a black line and shot out from the side.
"Touch!"
The fuselage was sunken and nearly broke.
"Kill the empty hand, thirty ways!"
Wang Xu's face was expressionless, his mind was surging again, the void was shocked, and the invisible hand was smashed down again.
At this moment, he only felt that the sky above his head and all sides of his body were filled with the feeling that he could not see, could not touch, could only feel faintly, and was full of extreme danger.
There is no way to heaven, and you can't retreat on all sides.
"Step on it
Without any hesitation, Ba Shen Xue Zhai stepped on his feet, broke the fuselage and bumped his head down.
"Forty ways to destroy the empty hand!"
Wang Xu didn't pause at all, and his mind revived.
"Kill the empty hand, fifty ways!"
"Sixty!"
……
"A hundred!"
Boom!
In the earth shaking sound, the incomplete fuselage, like a falling meteor, was shot into the sea by countless invisible hands.
The surging waves rose in an instant and covered everything.