Chapter 860

Blood knife light across the sky, shining twenty miles.

Above the sky, in the eyes of he Qingmei, Mei yingzi and others, there was only the rich color of blood. Besides, there was no other sight.

"Master?"

"Wang Xu?"

"Prince Wang?"

When their faces changed wildly, a calm voice came to their ears

"Destroy the void... Hand!"

In an instant, the rising blood knife light suddenly stagnated, and then like a pile of building blocks, it quickly broke up from top to bottom, and the blood fragments shot around, vaguely outlining an invisible hand.

Not one, two, three

It's dense, overlapping, with countless hands, one after another, constantly shooting from the sky, abruptly scattering, breaking and destroying the bloody knife.

The eight gods' blood studio still keeps the action of chopping with a knife. Before he can react, countless invisible hands stained with blood have flooded him.

Wang Xu's face was expressionless and his eyes were indifferent.

Mie Xu's hand looked at him a lot. In fact, he only performed five at one time. The essence of shennian's power is far more than that of the eight gods' blood studio, so after shooting the blood Sabre light, it doesn't lose much. He controls it again and takes it one after another. It looks like there are countless.

When Ba Shen Xue Zhai's strength increased greatly after he broke through the realm, the false "invincible" mentality produced by him no longer evaded and decided to meet him head-on, it had already decided the outcome of the other party.

"This... How can... I break through again in the realm of the gods... Unprecedented, how can I lose?"

Eight God blood Zhai lips tremble, eyes against the top of the head of the big hand, but it is a blank and do not want to believe.

He, obviously, has taken a higher step out of the impossibility, and has reached the realm that countless master level masters can't reach even in their whole life.

He should have been invincible?

But, why, still can't match Wang Xu?

He couldn't believe it and didn't want to accept it.

Next second.

"Boom!"

The hands of miexu suddenly closed, and the body of the eight gods' blood studio suddenly froze in the air, holding a posture of looking up and waving a knife upward, motionless. The breath on the body quickly disappeared, and the look in the eyes was empty.

His spirit was destroyed into pieces, and instantly disappeared, leaving only an empty body.

After losing the nourishment of the spirit, the breath of life on the body is also falling rapidly. In a twinkling of an eye, it becomes a dead body.

The next moment.

Under the pull of gravity, the body suddenly fell.

Poop!

The water splashed and calmed down again. There was nothing above the blue sea. The sea breeze blew by and there was a little wave.

Not far away, a group of unknown blue backed and black winged sea fish leaped out of the sea, crossed a beautiful track in the air, drilled into the sea again, wagged their tails, and swam to the farther sea.

In a short time, on the sea, except for Wang Xu, who stands aloof in the sky, everything seems to have never happened.

……

On the sea more than ten miles away.

A cruise ship is running at the highest speed. On the deck of the ship, there are a group of people. Among the seven or eight men and women, there are dragon sword Ichiro and Yixie and Mei.

At this time, all the people looked up and looked at the sky in front of them.

There, without the red knife light of blood rising from the sky before, the blue sky and white clouds have been restored.

"Who won?"

Someone can't help whispering Nannan out.

"It must be the master of the eight gods blood studio who won. A hundred years ago, he was invincible in the world, and no one could stop him. If you think about the bloody sword light just like a Qianlong rising into the sky, you should know how to win."

There is a middle-aged man in a blue martial arts uniform, with his left hand pressing the sword around his waist, and his right hand dancing excitedly, shouting.

Many people around also nodded together. After all, the last knife of the eight gods blood studio was too powerful, even though it was separated by dozens of kilometers.

But from such a distance, the light of the knife can be transmitted, so that people can see a trace of the outline, we can see the horror of the knife.

What's more?

Before the eight gods blood Zhai stepped into the sky, a knife cut off the plane scene, also deeply shocked people.

In their hearts, the eight gods' blood house is not a man, but a god!

"The eight gods are the real realm of gods, and Yamamoto madman is by no means his opponent." The joy in the eyes of dragon sword Ichiro is hard to restrain, and he says in a deep voice:

"Just that knife, even the one who killed Yamamoto madman, is absolutely unstoppable!"

Yi Xie and Mei and others all nodded slightly, and their faces couldn't restrain their joy.

But just then.

A voice suddenly came from the top of people's heads.

"Can you tell me what you are happy about?"

People subconsciously looked up and saw a beautiful young man with black hair and black eyes. From hundreds of meters above, he was slowly falling, as if there was an invisible ladder at his feet.

At the moment of seeing the youth, all the people on the cruise deck turned pale at the same time, and their faces were extremely blue.

Lost again!

In the end, it was white!

wear a funeral face as if newly bereft of both parents!

Just because this young man, no one else, is Wang Xu.

"How is that possible?"

Longdao Yilang and Yixie Hemei and others all instantly stare at Wang Xu, who is falling in the air.

Immediately after that, their excited and excited mood fell into the deepest dark abyss.

Wang Xu appeared here. Looking at his appearance, he was not only intact, but also didn't seem to have experienced a fierce battle, just like usual.

What does that mean?

Eight gods blood house

Lost!

Life and death are hard to predict!

Even, probably dead!

"How could it be you? How is that possible? What about the eight gods' blood room? What about the madman, the nightmare, the killer? " Dragon knife Ichiro only feel cold limbs, full of panic.

And Yi Xie and Mei and others are also cold in heart.

Eight gods blood Zhai are defeated, who are their opponents?

And Wang Xu, too young, just in his early twenties, has such a terrible, all-round power. China has him, this generation

No, in the future, at least five hundred years, the Bushido of the East Island will be pressed on its head by the other side and will not move.

The eight gods' blood studio was defeated, and Wang Xu won.

The Chinese martial arts circle, which has been in a state of depression, will usher in a glorious and splendid era. If Wang Xu does not die, outsiders will have trouble sleeping and eating.

Because he's alone.

All men are enemies!

"He shouldn't have been born in China..." longdaoyilang was bitter.