Chapter 1640

The blood weeping demon saint was so scared that he couldn't even believe that the sword he was holding in his left hand was actually Xu Yang's phantom.

Of course, the so-called phantom is nothing more than Xu Yang's spiritual power and concrete image. But even so, being able to get help in such a way makes the blood weeping demon Saint flattered. For a moment, the unspeakable gratitude in his heart surges up.

From now on, Xu Shengyao will win his own secret battle from his heart.

As for Xu Zhanyang, in order to lower his status as the leader of the demon clan, Xu Zhanyang is not willing to accept him.

I don't know that Xu Yang also wants to bring the blood weeping demon Saint an unprecedented transcendent experience through his own way. After all, holding the sword of the soul with the blue light in his hand can also make the blood weeping demon Saint approach the most powerful swordsmanship attainments in the world.

Xu Yang also hopes to influence the blood weeping demon Saint through his own breath in the process of fighting, so as to give him the experience of a real peak battle, so as to help him open up his own future cultivation road as soon as possible.

Originally, he used to use only one sword, but now the two handed sword was officially established. With such incomparable basic conditions, the blood weeping demon Saint released his vitality in a more pure blood way, which made him look like a real demon God, terrifying and murderous.

And the appearance of this scene really makes the chief elder of Shura in front of him look completely silly, so that even if he doesn't have a hand, he already feels shivering when facing the situation of the blood weeping demon saint in front of him.

There was no desire for victory in his heart, because the state of the blood weeping demon saint was so terrible, with the blessing of Xu Yang's spiritual sword. The breath that emanates from him can even swallow everything around him, so that the invincible king of war has no intention to win the war.

He just hopes that he can leave his name in front of such a terrible opponent.

"Damn it, what's the purpose of that Terran strongman? It's incredible to be able to help you in such a way. "

At this time, the blood weeping demon saint has already lost all the desire to talk with this guy. The only thing he wants to do now is to give full play to all his strength in this battle, and to understand the positive influence brought by Xu Yang with his heart. He is eager to experience his own skills and try to figure out his own way. /

sure enough, the whole body of the blood weeping demon Saint burst out with incomparable and super explosive power. In an instant, his body method speed rose to the extreme again, which refreshed the fastest state he had ever reached.

only left countless blood shadows in the void, and roared in front of the chief elder Zhan Wang who was in Shura vein The two swords are combined to form a blue light. A sword light and two-color sword awn, a cross light pattern in the void, broke through all the power seal obstacles brought by the external space, and directly locked in the body of the king of war.

Boom! The two swords were wielded at the same time. After the sword in the form of cross seal broke out, the chief elder of Shura pulse had no intention of his body, and all the forces around him were completely broken.

That kind of feeling is like a person standing alone in front of the tide, just the first wave burst is enough to make him to pieces.

That kind of mountain like pressure has already exceeded the limit of power that King Zhan could not resist, and his heart has begun to collapse. However, he still clenched his teeth, never gave up completely, and still persevered, because he knew very well that what he was carrying on his shoulder was the dignity of Shura, if he was so easily sobbed in front of his eyes If the blood demon saint is defeated, all his glory will come to an abrupt end after today's battle.

He didn't want to fight, and the name of the king would become a laughing stock in the inheritance of the whole human spirit. He didn't allow all the glory and achievements accumulated in his life to be destroyed in this war.

Therefore, there are not many opportunities left for the king to resist. He must seize every minute to find an opportunity to fight back immediately, so as to fundamentally reverse the situation.

"Do you think you can do whatever you want with two swords?"

"Shura Shinto King revives."

As soon as the words came down, the incomparably huge light of God came from the void. Surrounded by the light of God, the totem of a huge ancient god slowly emerged.

However, what Xu Yang never dreamed of was that the totem that the so-called God was summoned by the Shura Dharma was actually the same as the friend who had fought with him hundreds of thousands of years ago.Speaking of this so-called image of a God King, the protagonist was once a disciple of Xu Yang's sect when he first established his sect several hundred thousand years ago, but later this disciple left the sect because of Xu Yang's Xuantian sword sect's lintel and created his own vein. Later, Juran went all the way to the peak of the mainland cultivation world.

At that time, he had already broken the order of "Feiyang" before he left the mainland.

After Xu Yang's level of celestial flying immortal, the strongest of the remaining group of practitioners in the main continent is the so-called King totem, the existence of this person.

I can't imagine that hundreds of thousands of years later, the skill he left behind has evolved into the skill of Shura in Kunlun Shinto.

I have to say, it's really the cycle of cause and effect, and the way of heaven is impermanent.

"Hahaha, I really can't imagine that after hundreds of thousands of years, I would meet my former friends in such a way. It's a pity that you have been covered up in the long river of history, and now your successors still have the chance to fight with my people. In that case, I will personally suppress you, the younger generation, and you will be convinced to lose I'll take it. "

This time, Xu Yang's voice was released directly from the blue sword light on the left wall of the blood weeping demon saint. At the same moment, the so-called totem of God, summoned by this guy, seems to have heard Xu Yang's voice and sent out extremely restless soul waves.

Of course, the seal in the totem is not the soul of the man in that year, but the thought that he integrated into his inheritance of orthodoxy and later generations. He can't really communicate with Xu Yang, but he can clearly feel that this is the voice of the God in his heart.